Aftermath

14

Shiloh

"Aye I know you mad at me but you acting real childish, it's been three whole days! fuck you at?"

This was the fifth message I left on Meadow's phone. I was becoming frustrated because letting the phone go straight to voicemail is just childish and annoying.

"Bruh I'm kind of worried, that don't sound like Meadow."

"Nah that sound exactly like her! Always doing this unnecessary shit."

"What-" Dijon words was cut off when the door opened.

Walked in was my bitch ass father and Hazel.

"Where's my daughter?"

"How the fuck did you even find me? What do y'all want?"

"Where is my daughter!?"

"Bitch-"

"Watch your mouth little boy before I have to break your teeth."

I sucked my teeth in disbelief.

"I'm looking for your daughter dummy! You don't even give a fuck about her."

I snapped, getting frustrated all over again.

"You think you know everything but you don't, If she's not here then where is she?"

"I-" I was interrupted by the ringing from my phone. Indicating that I had a incoming call.

I looked at the screen seeing Meadow name, I sighed. I was relieved to know she was alright.

"Aye-"

"Shiloh." I heard meadows soft voice, sounded like she had been crying.

"What the Fuck, what's wrong Meadow." I asked concern embedded in my voice.

"Your sisters-." She started to say then I heard some commotion and the phone went dead.

"Meadow!" I was in panic mode now, fuck that nobody mess with my shawty. I was so focused on removing the cords that was attached to my body that I didn't hear Hazel asking questions. I didn't hear shit, I didn't feel anything either. When I finally got every cord from my body, I was heading out the door. Before I could turn the knob I finally could hear the nagging voices that were behind me.

"Where is my baby!?" Hazel said with fresh tears in her eyes.

"Bruh is she alright?" Dijon said with a look of despair that made my stomach turn.

"Where the Fuck is Amir?" My bitch ass father said without a lick of concern in his voice.

I turned to face Rodney.

"Where is Jayla and Jordan?"

He had the nerve to look confused.

"Why you asking me that for son?"

I was sick of his shit. I was tired of the bullshit he put me through as a child and the hurt he caused.

I didn't feel my self move when I went for his neck.

I let out a cry of frustration and let it Loose on the man I was trying to please all my life. The man I would've died for, the man who didn't give two fucks about me. I was holding him on the wall by his neck and every time he said a word I tightened my grip. The look in his eyes made me happy, he was finally squirming because of me and I loved every minute of it. It was his turn to be scared.