Silver Lining

Chapter 2: Haunted

New York City
Toni
I sighed taking out my grey iPhone 6s plus and dialing my best friend Ana's number.

She didn't answer, I tried again. She still didn't answer. I finally gave up placing my iPhone into my pocket and looking around.

It feels good to be back in America, but I was being haunted with the memory of my son.

I took out the photo father Milton gave to me of him and just stared at it. A slight tear fell down my face just from looking at him. I wiped away my fallen tear.

"Toni."

I heard someone say. I quickly put the picture into my bag and turned around and was face to face with the father of my son.

"Ken." I said shocked, my voice was unsteady and weak.

He looked me up and down and quickly pulled me into a warm embracing hug.

"I thought you were dead." I admitted.

"Me dead?" He asked me shocked, "no, I was in Europe, I sent you about a thousand post cards. But you didn't respond." He said.

I ran my fingers threw my hair and sighed, letting out a deep breath.

He looked away and back at me.

"I didn't get them." I said barely above a whisper.

I thought he died, I thought he forgot all about me. I thought I lost him. That's why I did what I did. A few tears fell down my eyes, he reached out and wiped them away caressing my right cheek with his left hand.

"I thought you forgot all about me." I admitted, snuggling my face into his warm soft hand.

"Never. How could I. We've had so many wonderful memories together. All those times that we made love—"

"That's in the past now Ken." I snapped, pulling back. "You didn't tell me you left to go stay in Europe for all those months."

"I was only gone for 7 months Toni."

"Exactly. A lot of things happened during those 7 months. I loved and I lost." I said, picking up my suitcase.

I spun around but he placed his hand onto my shoulder and stopped me.

"Forgive me?" He pleaded.

"Why?" I asked rudely with my back to him.

"Because your the reason why I came back." He said, with a sorrowful tone.

I ain't buying his sweet words this time. This time it's too late.

"And your the reason why I'm being haunted." I yanked my arm away from his and walked away.
•••

Tamar
I held the ice pack against my forehead as I looked away from Jeff.

"You had someone in this place?" He asked again, raising his voice this time.

"No." I spat back at him.

He chuckled, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He yanked me by my hair towards him, I squealed from the pain as he brought me face to face with him.

"Jeff please—"

I was cut off by his palm meeting my right cheek than it went for my left, then my right again, then my left again. I fell to the ground as I cried holding onto my blood red cheeks.

I watched as he walked away and headed for the stairs.

"I hate you!" I screamed, causing him to turn around. He looked at me, giving me a evil glare.

"I hate you! I swear I do!" I yelled, crawling towards my cellphone.

He rushed towards me and yanked me back by my hair. I screamed from the pain as he threw me against the concrete walls. He dragged me across the floor having me hit anything that was in the way.

"Let me go!" I screamed, "help! Somebody help me!" I yelled, yearning for someone to come rushing threw that door.

He threw me down on the couch and got on top of me, hitting me repeatedly. I tried hard to fight him back but I couldn't.

He ripped my blouse open and pulled off my bra. Exposing my plump breast. He licked his lips as I began to kick and throw punches at him.

"I don't love you anymore..." I trailed of as he leaned down and pined my hands above my head and sucked on my neck.

"I hate you..." I cried.
•••

Los Angeles, CA
Beyoncé

"Are you okay mommy?" My son Jaden asked in a daze as I tucked him into his bed.

He reminded me so much of my daughter, because they looked so much alike.

"I'm okay." I whispered.

"Are you sure mom?" He asked. "Yes. I'm positive." I said smiling.

"It's going to be okay mommy, Chelsea is watching over us." He said causing me to smile even brighter. "Your right sport." I smiled, ruffling his curls.

He giggled and stirred in his bed.

"Goodnight my sweet angel." I said, placing a sweet kiss down on his forehead.

"Goodnight mommy. I love you." He smiled, closing his eyes. "I love you too."

I smiled weakly turning off his bedside lamp and walking out.

I closed his bedroom door and walked down the hallway, reaching my older son Jason's bedroom door. I knocked a few times before going inside.

He was laying in bed with him on his white iPhone 5s, scrolling threw it. He hadn't bothered to look up to see who it was who just entered his bedroom.

"Jason." I said. He didn't look up at me. "Jason." I said again this time raising my voice.

"What?" He snapped.

He looked up at me and I backed up.

"Excuse me." I said, "why are you here?" He asked me with an attitude.

"I just came to see if you were settled in bed already. You shouldn't be on your phone this late at night. It's way past your bedtime son—"

"Yeah. Yeah. I know." He sighed heavily.

"Listen here boy." I began but he locked his phone and placed it down on his nightstand.

"Goodnight Beyoncé." He said with an attitude, turning off his lamp and adjusting himself in his bed.

He pulled the bed sheet over his head. I looked at him, "goodnight." I said, turning around and walking out.

His been acting strange ever since Chelsea died. He probably just misses her a lot like everyone else...