Monique's Thug

Chapter 19

• Mark's P.O.V •

I wake up when I hear crying from downstairs. I jump up and run down to see Jasmine crying. I don't think no one else is home because they woulda heard too.

"Baby what's wrong?" I kneel down on the ground next to her.

She doesn't speak, she keeps weeping and shows me a letter. I'm guessing it came in the mail, I don't know. Right now, I'm beyond confused.

The letter read:

Dear Miss. Jasmine Rodriguez,

I'm sure you are very aware of Daniel Rodriguez wanting custody of his daughter, Monique. He has taken this upon the court of Los Angeles, California. There will be a hearing Monday, August 21st, 2013. This will be at 3:00pm as I am aware that the child gets out of school at 2:30pm. The hearing will be followed by a court date. Thank you for your time and we will see you very soon.

~ Mrs. Judge Dawkins

"Thats t-tomorrow Mark."

"Its finna be okay, Ma. No one is taking Monique away from you. Ight?"

She nods, "I need to get my mind of off this. Lemme make you some breakfast."

"You don't have to."

"I know, I want to. Can you please call Chris for me? He was spending the night at Darius and Alexis'." I nod and walk into the family room.

Chris: My nigga!

Mark: Where you at homie?

Chris: Dee's. Why, whats going on?

Mark: Come see for yourself.

Chris: Be there in five. One.

Mark: One

"He'll be right over bae," I say, kissing her forehead.

"Alright. Thank you." She still has shakiness in her voice.

"Imma go get dressed."

I go upstairs and pick out black trues, my asteroid foams and purple shirt to match. I don't think we got anything big going on at the trap today, I might just stop in to chill. I head to the bathroom to do my hygiene and shit then go back downstairs.

By then, Chris gets here and starts reading the letter. He doesn't look sad at all. When he finishes, he punchs a hole in the wall. We pretty much knew that was finna happen. Everyone just stands not talking for a couple minutes. Then, the worst thing that can happen, happens. Monique walks in. Her and Dejour are holding hands, talking, smiling. That is, until they see us. They both stop in the doorway and look back and forth between all of us.

"What the hell happened in here?" Monique questions no one in particular.

Jasmine starts crying again. Since no one spoke, Monique spots the letter on the table and goes to read it. She gets just as mad as Chris.

"FUCK!"

• Monique's P.O.V •

I'm not sad, depressed, upset, none of that. I'm pissed the fuck off. Here me and Dejour are finally at a good point our relationship and this shit happens. I'm not scared for the hearing because personally, if I do end up going back to Harrisburg with that bitch ass family, I'll make their life hell. They got little kids around, they don't want me cussing and shit. But, if it ruins their lives, I will.

"Jasmine, stop crying. What happens is finna happen. But they won't win. We got the best lawyer in LA." I half smile to her.

~ The Next Morning ~