Rescue Me

Chapter 20.

Bahja

After 2 more somber-filled months, I threw my body across my new sheets, and drowned my face in a thick throw pillow. I couldn't help but feel another round of tears well up in my eyes. As I sobbed into the pillow, I felt Jordyn gently brush her hand across my back. I shook my back, letting her hand fall off of me. 

"I'm fine now, Jordyn. You can go." I sighed, my voice muffled from the thick pillow. "Thanks for helping me." I turned towards the wall, curling up in a ball-like form. 

"No problem." She rubbed my back, once again. "I wouldn't miss your move-in." Though I couldn't see her, I could tell she was smiling.

"Thanks," I sat up, grabbing a pillow. I pulled my knees up to my chest and gripped the pillow tightly, against my stomach to soothe the kicking that occurred  inside me. This child has been giving me hell, and that's the only reason i'm crying right now. I feel terrible.

"I have to go honey. Chresanto is waiting for me." She said, after looking at her phone. 

I slit my eyes at her, and scrunched up my face. Chresanto is a topic that I hated talking about. Jordyn just doesn't know that, because she doesn't know what happened that night. "Go ahead. I'll be alright." I smiled, pushing some hair behind my ear. 

And she was gone.

I sat in the quiet room as silence encased me. I sighed and laid back down in my loneliness. I've been feeling nothing but pain for the previous months. Not only from the baby, but from relationship problems. Chresanto has been heavy on my mind latley, but I still didn't want to talk about him. I didn't want to think about him either, but as usual, my thoughts wondered off where ever. 

Just as my eyes were starting to close, a call came through on my cell phone. I tried to ignore it, but whoever was calling was determined to get me to answer. I groaned and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Zonnique was calling me. 

I immediately answered, but I was so dumbstruck, I didn't say anything.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded different. Soothing, but anxious. "Bahja, are you there?" She asked with worry in her voice.

"Y-yeah. I'm here." I crossed my legs, setting a pillow behind my back. 

"Great." She let out a sigh of relief. "It's so good to hear from you, Bahj."

I wanted to stay calm and have a normal, subtle conversation with her, but I couldn't help it. "Zonnique where have you been! I've been so worried! I thought the gang took you, and y-your mother, she-"

"Calm down." She giggled. "I'm fine, I promise. I didn't get taken by any gang." She released a boatload of worry off of my shoulders. It was great to hear that she was okay. 

"The last time you called me, you said you had terrible news." I furrowed my eyebrows, laying down on my back. 

"Yeah...about that." She huffed. "I moved to New York City." 

"Wha-what? Why?" I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and drug my hand down my face. She better have a good reason for this because, that's miles and miles away. 

"I needed a fresh start. With my nobody but me and my son." She explained.

"Oh, right. You were pregnant. You gave birth already, right?" I asked her, already knowing the answer. After she said yes, I bombarded her with questions. Questions like what did she name her, how is she doing, and how old is she.

"I actually had a boy. And his name is Elijah Kyle Pullins." She answered a few of my questions.

"Awe." I smiled. "When can I meet him?"