Maraj POV
Sierra and I have been in this damn store for two damn hours. I saw the popsicles I used to eat with my Nne Nne. I frequently dream of her. I don't know why but just looking at the popsicles made me cry. I always have flashbacks oh her dieing before my eyes. Sierra saw me standing with the freezer door open standing as lifeless as could be.
"Maraj baby are you okay? Do you want them?" I kept my same blank expression ignoring her. I hate when people say they feel my pain and know how I feel. Last I checked I don't share my damn feelings with you.
Sierra was holding me and another stud came down the freezer aisle. She gave us a look of disgust.
"Y'all gay as fuck." Sierra let me go and walked over to the girl of so softly asking what did she say. She repeated herself earning a very angry Sierra.
"FUCK GIRL DID I ASK DID SHE ASK NO WE BOTH GOT PUSSIES AND TITS! WE'RE LESBUANS YOU DUMBNUT!"
Sierra was angry she hates when people do that she also hates when people talk about our age gap.
She turned around looking for me until she saw me crawled into a ball on the floor. I miss my Nne Nne so much I wish I never saw what I saw. My grandfather killing himself and trying to kill his wife. I remember my mother telling me the story of how he almost killed her.
*flashback*
My mother was around ten years old on a cold winters night.
"Novia and Nina what car did your mom take this evening and where did she go?" Novia clung to her younger brother telling him to stay quite and to let Nina talk. Nina lied on that night to her father.
"I don't know Dadda" Their father left out the room not saying one word. Novia and Nina hugged each other saying they see another dream to come as the night falls.
Their father was a troubled man who did not always think straight. Novia and Nina hated how they never knew if they would live to see another day. It's sad to say that they did not feel safe until he left this earth.
*flashback over*
Sierra POV
At times Maraj has these flashbacks of her. I try to help her but sometimes she needs to be alone. She normally stays busy so she doesn't have time to think about it. She was now telling me a story without even knowing. Her therapist said to not bother her and allow her to just talk because it's helping her say the things she holds in.
