Keeping Secrets (Completed)

11. Bad Friend?

Alonzo Flemington

4 Days Later/3 Days till Christmas

Today had to have been one of my longest shifts ever. With Christmas being so close and everyone leaving their shopping till last minute; the store was packed to the brim. It had been packed since the gran opening but today was a lot more than normal. I worked a 10-hour shift and as each hour passed I just couldn't wait to get out of there and get home to see Simone, finally.

I had found out from Ben a couple days ago about them losing their baby and I realized that could have been why she was calling me so many times that night. I felt the pain in my gut, and showed up every day to the hospital but every time I got there I was told by Ben that she didn't want any visitors. I brought and left flowers each time, I even picked up French toast which was her favorite and dropped it off before a couple of my shifts. I respected her space but now that she was coming home, she couldn't hide from me anymore. I wanted to hug her and let her know that I was here for her no matter what. Hearing that she was in pain really just made me want to run to her rescue the way she did to me. When I had no-one, Simone was there.

While she was gone, Samantha and I were working on locating my mother. I wanted to get in touch with her and patch up the old wound. I really wanted her back in the new life I was trying to rebuild and thankfully Sam was willing to help me do so.

I pulled Simone's car into the parking lot of the building and parked the car in the regular spot. The light on the dash revealed the tank was low and I made a mental note to fill it up in the morning before I left for work. As I hopped out; I grabbed the bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates. I locked up the car and made my way up the elevator and to the condo.

Walking into the place; Ben's shoes indicated that he was sleeping over, which I didn't care too much about but I knew that no man would be a fan of another bringing his fiancé home flowers and chocolate. It also indicated that I wouldn't be able to see and finally talk to Simone until the morning.

I placed the gifts onto the kitchen table and wrote her name on a napkin.

I got to my room and began to get underdressed. I sat on the edge of my bed and FaceTime called Samantha.

"Hey!"

"Hey, what are you up to?"

"Just laying here..." she flipped the camera and showed me the room.

"What did you do all day?"

"Just some shopping, my girl wired me some money to keep me until I get back home. I've been eating like a pig though!"

"Trying to get thick for me?" I smiled, laying back in my bed.

"No, trying to get thick for the rich men waiting for me back home."

"Why don't you come over here and I'll show you what the rich men don't have that I do."

"It's 1 in the morning Lonzo." She smacked her lips. "Do I look like a booty call to you?"

"You're the one that called me your client..."

"Nigga, shut up!" she giggled and I watched her sit up. "What do you want?"

"I actually want to finish up the search for moms, and you don't sound tired so you might as well come over here and help me out."

"Uh, what if I got plans?"

"With who? I'm your only friend here."

"That's what you think."

"Sam, just get over here."