All For You

57

Toni-Ann

I stared at Ameenah's father, Will, well I guess my father, as he went over what would happen in court. I didn't know why he was helping me and I hope he didn't think I would want to speak to him after this. While Ameenah was living a lavish life in New York, my sister and I were here struggling. I think he's the one that caused my mom to go crazy and turn to drugs.

"Ms.Wilson, do you understand the terms?" He asked addressing me as if he didn't know who I was. I adjusted myself in my hospital bed so I was comfortable as I looked over the papers.

"Yeah Mr.Clarke, I'm fully aware of the terms" I responded smartly.

"You understand that you could be facing up to 4 years in jail" a social worker asked looking up from her files. She was here to make sure I understood what was going on since I was 'underage'.

"I understand, what's going to happen to my daughter?" I asked.

"Well she is premature so she could be in the hospital for months. You will have to sign over guardianship to your guardian or sign her over into government care if you are sentenced."

"Care?" I scoffed. I wasn't going to have my child raised in a foster home. I know not every foster home was bad but I wasn't taking any chances.

"If your grandmother relinquishes custody then your child will be handed over to the government"

"I can't grant anyone else custody of her?"

"Well I've read your file and her father is not an option."

"Who's the father?" Will asked looking up.

"I don't know, I was raped. Since she's here they're running a DNA test to find out who the father is. They investigated and people began speaking up and remembered me going upstairs with this older guy. All four of his friends were identified. They were all serving time in jail"

"I'm sorry" he said staring at me.

"Shit happens" I shrugged.

"You haven't been sentenced yet and I could definitely get that time reduced. I could hire a caretaker to watch her, she'll come to the house and care for her" he said making the social worker and I look at him.

Symone

"Just take a deep breath and try again" the nurse said as she held onto my hand. Since I had been in bed for weeks they wanted me to test out my other leg and make sure blood was circulating correctly.

"I'm done, just put me back in my bed and leave" I gritted out holding onto my thigh. My stump where my leg once was, was aching but I would have to wait until rounds before I could get more medication.

"Symone I know this is frustrating but just give it another try" she urged.

"I'm tired of this, I can't catch a fucking break" I huffed blinking my tears away.

"You're doing so much better than you were a few days ago. You need to heal some more and advance through therapy then we can start talking about prosthetics. You seem to be healing well so you might just be eligible"

"What guy is going to want to deal with this, wheelchair or fake leg" I cried looking at myself in the mirror. she had me doing this exercise where I mirrored my leg in the mirror in order to control my nerves since my body was still getting use to the fact that it was gone.

"You're missing a leg not a face, not a heart, and that amazing personality. Any guy who only goes looking and chooses women based on looks shouldn't be looking for anybody but God" she said making me laugh a little through my tears.