Get Like Me

Chapter 10

Nique P.

Daniel walked right pass me and greeted Bahja. I couldn't blame him because it was my fault. I bit my lip as he started a conversation with Bahj. I felt guilty and disappointed in myself because of what I've damaged and done. I couldn't stand being in this room anymore so I got up and made my way upstairs. In the corner of my eye I could see Bahja frowning at me and sorrow in her eyes. Instead of going to my room I went to Myan's old room. The first time out of many times I turned the light on. Everything was neat and all of her toys were put away. I ran my fingers on the fabric of her cover. The quilt had Justin Bieber's face on it since she was obsessed with him at the time. I couldn't take this anymore. I rushed out of her room and to my secret attic room. I raced up the steps and stood on the very top of the roof. My heart was beating fast and I had a big lump in my throat.

"Zonnique what are you doing? Get down from there!" Daniel yelled.

"N-no." I stuttered. Bahja came out the house and gasped.

"I want to be with my child." My bottom lip quivered.

"Zonnique do you really think you're going to see Myan if you commit suicide? You're going to go straight to down under. Now get off the roof." Bahja tried to reason with me.

"I can't do that Bahj. I'm sorry." I jumped off the house. Daniel sprung into action and jumped to catch me. He succeeded. I struggled to get out of his grip.

"Stop squirming Zonnique." Daniel held onto me tighter.

"I want to be with my daughter!" I screamed and kicked my legs.

"Zonnique stop." Bahja pinned me down.

"Never!" Tears were streaming down my cheek.

"You don't know what it's like losing your own flesh and blood. You go through depression, labeling, everything. You wish that, that day you were paying attention and didn't leave your child outside all alone. You wish that your child didn't go through kidnapping, rape, and beatings because of your stupid actions. You wish that your child was still alive and overly obsessing on Justin Bieber performing on the television. You wish that you could've been a better parent." I stopped squirming. I shoved Daniel's hands off of me and stormed inside the house. I locked myself in my room and brought out my cigars. I lit one and began smoking. I pulled my secret shoe box out from under my bed and brought out some beer. I no longer had friends. It's just me, cigar, and beery.