A Beautiful Mess

Twelve

London -

Driving home I couldn't make out who he was and it was ticking me off.

"Mommy, can we go to daddy now?" Jada asked fidgeting with her toy.

"Sure baby just hold on we have to go pack these groceries away" I mumbled focusing on the road.

"Alright mommy"

I kept driving for another five minutes until I pulled up into the driveway. My grandmother//Nana had passed away a month ago, when I needed her most. That guy who broke into her house had cut deep and I wanted to kill him myself. How could you do that to an innocent old woman? I shook my head. But, her soul is at rest and that's what matters.

"C'mon Ja." I helped her out her car seat.

"Mommy, get the iPad."

"What's the magic word JaDoll"

"Please!" She squeaked. I passed her the iPad and walked into the house.

"Go into your room baby; ion need you making a mess."

I walked back outside and popped the trunk of my car.

A cold medal object pressed against my neck, "Where is he?" The manly voice broke, "don't turn around or i'ma blow outcho brains" He led me to his car. "Now where is he?" He asked once again.

"Who?" I said hoarsely.

"Your boyfriend!" He shouted angrily.

"Please, I don't know" I cried.

"Get in the car now" He opened the door and I slid in silently, watching as my hands trembled not daring to look up. "Is anyone inside that house?" He questioned fixing his ski-mask.

'Jada'

"No" I bit my lip.

"Good, kuz you won't be seeing this house for awhile bae" He pulled off. Tears rolled down my cheeks slowly has the car jerked forward and down the road to God knows where....

After an hour of nowhere I spoke up, "Where are we going?" My voice snapped the silence in half.

"Doesn't concern you" He mumbled.

"Yo," I said pissed off more than ever, "It concerns me dammit I'm 20 freakin' years old, it's my body, my life, IT'S ME IN THIS SITUATION! HOW DOES THAT NOT CONCERN ME?!" I semi-yelled.

"Shut the hell up damn" He gripped the wheel.

"Fuck you" I spat in disgust.

"Lil Girl," He spoke irritated like. "Watch yo'self"

"Nah, ion even know who you is, bitch ass" I tried effortlessly to get out these damn handcuffs.

He turned around, his nose was flared through the ski-mask, he swatted me across my face; "I said shut up"

I gasped holding my face as hot tears drenched my shirt. "Why are you doing this! I don even know you!" I cried hard, I want my baby, Jada. I want Zyale to come get me...

"Ha, yo man ain here to save you is he? That's why I'm doing this ... He took my family away and I'ma break his ..."

I brought my knees to my chest, I was wordless - speechless.

It's HIM.

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