Miseducated (Short Story.)

Chapter 9

                                                              

                                                              The Remaining of Friday.

Tuesdai

"Are you alright baby?" Rah wrapped his arms around my waist as I looked out the window. It was storming outside and ever since that dream, I had been very quiet. "I'm fine Rah." He sighed and kissed my exposed shoulder. "No your not, but I'm not gonna pressure you to talk about it until your ready to." "Thank you." I turned my head towards him and kissed his cheek before going back to watching the storm. He stood there with me as we both watched. "I love you." He whispered into my ear. "Love you too."

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We finally decided that we were hungry and tired of being sad, so we headed out for some food since the storm had passed. I just wanted breakfast for some reason, I mean it was like three in the afternoon, but I didn't care. We pulled up the nearest Ihop and Rah helped me out. I smiled softly and held his hand as we walked in. We were seated right away, and of course the waitress was some hoe that Rah fucked a long time ago. I asked for a new server because I had no energy to fight these jumpoffs, not today at least. That dream wasn't actually coincidental. I get that dream every year, on the anniversary of his death, today that is.

I sipped on the orange juice in front of me and said nothing. I wanted to spark a conversation, but Rah looked like he was thinking pretty hard his self. I wanted to comfort him, but I need to be comforted my damn self. I wanted to run into his arms and cuddle with him, but I knew he was hurting just as bad as me right now and it would be selfish to make this all about me when I was sitting in front of the father of my dead child.

"We should take a vacation, Bahamas, Hawaii, wherever you wanna go."  He said breaking the awkward silence. I looked up into his hazel eyes trying to search for the reasoning behind the words that just came out of his mouth. "Don't do that Tues, I'm fine. I hate when you try to read me." He gritted out. "But your not Rahmell." I whispered. "I'm fine, damn." He stormed out of the restaurant leaving me there stunned. I asked the waiter if he could pack up the food since I doubt he'd come back in. I quickly paid for the food and made my way out. He was leaning up against his Bentley smoking a blunt. I pulled the lit blunt from his mouth and took a puff of it myself. I was never a hardcore smoker, but once in a while I'd do it.

"Don't be rude Rahmell." I said after I passed the blunt back. He grabbed my waist, bringing me closer to him. "I'm sorry, I just hate when you do that." I sighed. "I know it's bothering you too, you don't always have to be strong in front of me." "Tuesdai, you know I wasn't raised to show emotion, so I don't know why you tellin' me this." He talked with the blunt hanging from him mouth. It was true,Rah was a army brat. His father was always stern and strict with him. He'd beat him and his mother for no reason sometimes. Rah use to tell me that the war did that to him, it fucked up his mindset.

"Well I'm your woman, I should be able to see some type of emotion from you Rahmell. It was our son for Christ sake's!" I yelled slightly. I wiped the fresh tear from my face. I tried to never cry on this day anymore. It wouldn't bring my baby back and I had did enough crying for the day.  "You think I don't know that shit Tuesdai?" He asked calmly. "You damn sure don't act like you do." He gently pushed me away, opening his door. "I'm not bout to talk about this."  I walked over to my side, seating the food bag in my lap and looking out the window. I hated that about Rahmell, he never expressed his emotions. It was like pulling teeth with the man and I was in no mood to fish out any information.

"I wanna go to Hawaii." I said abruptly. I looked at him as he briefly looked at me and then turned back to the road. He nodded his head. "Bet." We drove in silence for a bit until we got back to the house. I opened my own door before he could come over. He smacked his teeth and walked in front of me to open the door. I walked straight to the kitchen, grabbing my food and sitting down at the table. He grabbed his food as well, but instead of sitting with me like he usually did, he exited the kitchen and into the den where I could hear the basketball game going on. I rolled my eyes at his childlike actions.

I was cleaning the kitchen when the doorbell rung. I wiped my hands on the towel and walked to the door. There stood Trinity with her baby glued to her hip. Not once did I move for her to walk in. "What do you want?" She smacked her teeth before passing me a paper. "What's this?" "The DNA results, don't you remember? Or did you think I would just not do it?" She smirked. "Baby, whose at the door?"He wrapped his arms around my waist securely. "Trinity, the fuck you want?" He barked.  "Damn could I come in?" I moved aside, letting her in. "What she doin' here?" He whispered as she sat down on one of the kitchen stools with her son sitting on the island counter. I passed him the paper. He looked confusedly at the envelope before opening it.

"How'd you even get the results this fast?" I asked. "I paid a little extra." Was all she said.  I watched as Rah opened the envelope. His whole demeanor changed in a second as he read the results. "Well?" I asked growing a bit impatient. He sighed and passed me the paper.

The probability of Mr. Rahmell T. Carter being the father of Tristian E. Carter 99.687% Therefore it is proven Mr. Carter is the biological  FATHER or Tristian Carter. 

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-Tushari :)