I. Tamara

Chapter 5

I sat in Michael's car crying my eyes out. James' wife attacked me. I don't even know this womens name. Michael climbed into the car and sighed.

"I am so sorry.. I-" He started, but I cut him off my pulling on my headphones.

I don't even want to hear about it anymore. She had no right in putting her hands on me. All I did was call them out on everything they did wrong. She had the nerve to drag my moms name through the mud. I am so pissed off. My mom did do James dirty, but he did her even worse. I layed my head against the window when I saw a familiar face on the street.

"Stop the car," I mumbled.

He pulled the car to a halt. "What," He asked concerned.

I didn't bother to answer. I just climbed out and walked up to the lady with long black hair and brown skin. She saw me walking toward her then she cleared her throat.

"Um, can I help you," She asked confused.

"Uh, hi, um, you just looked familiar. Did you know someone named Zonnique," I asked unsure.

She jerked her head back then began to examine my face before rolling her eyes. "Look, I put that life behind me, so whatever you want, you're not getting it."

She's even more rude than the last time I saw her. "Um, look, I'm Tamara, not anybody trying to blackmail you or get anything from you. I'm just trying to find out more about my mom, but you wanna be rude about it, so nevermind. I'll find some-"

"What did you say your name was," She asked taking her phone out.

"Tamara," I said blinking a few times. "Your name is...?"

"Bahja," She began typing rapidly on her phone.

"Hey! That's my middle name," I smiled.

She looked up at me before pausing. She opened her mouth to say something then shut it. I stared at her. I'm starting to think back. This is Aunt Bee.

"You knew my mom, didn't you," I slightly mumbled.

She nodded. "Okay, here's my address," She handed me a card, "and my number and everything else you need," She sighed then walked over to her family.

I nodded then walked back to Michael's truck. I put my hand on the handle and pulled at it, but it was locked.

"Michael," I knocked on the window and he rolled it down.

"What," He sounded irritated.

"Unlock the door," I said looking down.

He unlocked the door and I hopped in. "Are you okay," I said resting my hand on his and rubbing it, but he snatched his hand away. I knitted my eyebrows together then looked directly at him.

"Um, what did I do now," I asked confused.

"Are you using me," He asked staring out the window.

That question took me back. What type of question? "No. Why would you think that,"

He shrugged then out his hands on the keys to turn it on, but I placed my hand on his arm.

"Talk to me," I said.

"You were all over Zoey at first, but now you're all over me. I saw what went down between you two. I'm not stupid. You need to make up your mind because you're all over me when you want something and I'm not trying to get hurt or lead on, so just be straight up with me. Do you like me for me or the things I do for you," He was looking straight into my soul.

"I like you for you," I slightly smiled.

He widened his eyes then leaned over to me and pecked my lips as I pressed mine against his. He pulled back and examined me. I smiled and blushed.

"We're going to take things slow. Okay," He cranked the car then pulled off.

"Okay. Okay, so where we going," I asked.

"My mom's house. She'll definitely remember you," He smiled.

I smiled. "Really?!?"

"Yeah. She still talks about your mom and she wondered where you are and stuff,"

"Well, how come you didn't know that I was Tamara when you picked me up,"

"I don't know. I guess I wasn't thinking,"

I nodded then turned on the radio which was playing "Hold Tight," by Justin Bieber. I began singing along with the lyrics. This song reminded me of him.