Keep You In Mind

Because of You

Damage Control

That's what Friday consisted of. True to his word, Isaac had stayed until close to midnight on Thursday, promising to be back first thing Friday morning.

Sure enough, he was already at her apartment before she even woke up. Deciding to skip Friday's classes, he spent the day with her as she proceeded to try and fix the mess she had made over the past week.

Though most of her time was spent with Isaac, once he left Dana took over, letting the girl cry on her shoulder as Vashti announced she would head over to their place Friday night to take Chamony home.

Chamony also took that opportunity to confess just how she was able to eliminate communication between her roommate and best friend. She had managed to sneak their phone's, blocking them from each other and thus allowing Dana and Vashti to stay in the dark about what was wrong. It was wrong, and she admitted so, along with apologizing.

Of course, all parties agreed that in the grand scheme of things, it was a minute action and everyone agreed to move on.

So, Friday, again, was dedicated to damage control. First, she had Isaac bring her over to Charlie's and apologize for her behavior. She also decided to try something new and open up about what had been going on. She told him about Sammy and her employer was nothing but sympathetic. He explained that she could take all the time she needed and that when she was ready to return, he would gladly take her back.

She ended up doing this with all of her professor's as well and because of her good standing with them, they all agreed to let her take her midterms at a later date.

"You ready for this?" Chamony looks over at her sister whose makeup face is free from any type of products and whose eyes are red and puffy.

The art major bites her lip, trying to free her mind from thoughts of the blue eyed man who's been her rock the past two days.

"As I'll ever be," she mumbles, taking off her seatbelt. Without another word, she exits the car and looks up at the two story, three bedroom house she grew up in.

"It even feels different," Elisha mumbles, coming to stand next to her sister.

Chamony slightly nudges the other girl, "Come on."

They walk up to the front door, letting themselves in and head straight for the kitchen.

"Mama," Chamony calls out, and turns her head to Angela Wells hunched over the kitchen table.

"I'm in here," the matriarch replies, sorting through a myriad of paperwork.

The younger girl walks over to her and leans down to kiss her on the cheek, taking the seat opposite of her.

Elisha bypasses all of that and just sits next to her sister.

"How you holding up?"

Angela glances up over the rim of her reading glasses and quickly looks back down. "I'm managing. God is forever faithful."

"Could have fooled me," Elisha murmurs and Chamony kicks her under the table.

Angela ignores her, "How long you plan on staying?"

"The whole week. I talked to my-"

"Not you," her mother cuts her off and eyes Elisha. "Your sister."

"Relax," the exotic dancer rolls her eyes. "I'm only here to discuss the funeral arrangements and then I'm taking my heathen behind back to my place."

Angela makes a 'hmmp' sound and proceeds to go back to her paperwork, not bothering to try and make conversation.

The three women sit in silence when they hear the front door open.