: 6 Months Later :
: Paris Jones : 8: 47 Am :
I got up rushing to the toilet right before throwing up.
I flushed the toliet then got up to brush my teeth.
I'm happy to say that me and Cameron made everything official about 2 weeks ago. I don't want to move in with him, yet. He's a great boyfriend and all, but I don't know this all just seems too good to be true.
I walked to the front door to see a white paper slid under it. I grabbed it and walked to the kitchen while opening it. As I read the letter my mouth dropped open.
The letter read: Dear residents,
We are sorry to inform you that the building has been sold, and will be teared down in 4 days. You all have 3 days to collect your belongings and move out or else they will be throwed away. Sorry for the short notice.
Sincerely, Palm Tree Condos Inc."Sh-t," I hissed.
I didn't know what in the hell I'm supposed to. I don't know how I was going to find an apartment for a reasonable price in 3 days.
My phone ringed knocking me out of my train of thought. Cameron's name flashed across my screen.
"Hello," I said picking up the phone.
"Morning, baby."
"My bad, good morning."
"You still up for breakfast?," He asked.
"Yea, of course what time you coming, so I can have Faithe up and ready."
"I'll be there at 10."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"Okay, and don't be taking all day," Cameron joked.
I laughed, "Shut up," I said before hanging up.
After that I shook off everything the note said, and went to wake Faithe.
"Faithee," I sang right before lightly shaking her body to wake her.
She rolled over rubbing the sleep out of her eyes before saying, "yes mommy?"
"It's time to wake up baby girl. We have breakfast with Cammy and Kira today."
"Otay," She said as she followed me into my bathroom so that we could do our hygiene routine. After finishing that up we walked to her closet to pick her out something to wear.
I dressed Faithe then sat her in the living room, and returned to my room to get myself together. I slipped into a pair of ripped skinny jeans since it was winter, and a gray oversized sweater shirt with my black boots. I slapped some gel onto my hair slicing it back into a ponytail since it was already straight. I applied some mascara and lip gloss onto my face and went to join Faithe in the living room.
I sat back watching TV with her and somehow sleep took over me.
Bang, bang, bang !
"Mommy, mommy someone's at the door." Faithe said waking me.
I got up walking to the door then opening it to be greeted by a pissed Cameron.
"What the hell were you doing?!," He exclaimed.
"I was sleep my bad, what's wrong," I asked with my eyebrows scrunched together.
"I thought something had happen to you. I apologize for yelling." He said.
"It's okay, baby," I said pecking his lips, "Faithe come on," I said .
I locked my door and we all headed to Cameron's truck.
"Where's Kira," Faithe questioned once we were all buckled up.
"We're about to go get here now," Cameron replied.
: Cameron Parks : 11:39 Am :
We were just about done eating when Paris flew out of her seat running to the bathroom. I got up following her into the restroom.
She leaned over the toliet throwing up everything she had just ate. I held her hair until she was finished. She got up rinsing her mouth out, and then let out a long sigh.
"Baby, are you okay?"
"Yea, it's probably just something I ate," She said with a small smile.
"You sure," I asked.
"Yea, I'm fine."
We walked back out and I paid for the food. We got in my truck and headed into the direction of my house.
As soon as we got there Faithe and Kira ran off to play, and Paris headed straight for my room. I'm really worried about her.
Every since Paris and I tied the knot, she hasn't been herself. She's been sleeping alot , and eating everything in sight. I'm still mad at her about working at the club, but I'm trying to push that aside for the sake of our relationship. I laid down next to her dosing off.
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: 3 Days Later :
: Cameron Parks : 6:47 Am :
"Who is it," I asked pissed the fuck off. Whoever it is better have a good damn reason to banging on my door.
"It's me, Paris," She said almost in a whisper.
I opened my door revealing her, Faithe, and a good lump sum of their belongings.
Paris had dried tears on her face, and a sleeping Faithe in her hands.
"Yo' what's going on," I questioned after letting them step inside and grabbing their 4 suit cases.
Paris laid Faithe on the couch then turned to me and said, "They put us out, they're knocking down our building." I saw the tears welling up in her eyes as she fiddled with her fingers.
I grabbed her pulling her in for a hug as she broke down sobbing uncontrollably.
"Paris, calm down."
"W-What am i-I go-gonna do?"
At thus point her body was shaking violently as I felt her body tempature rising.
"Paris, baby, you gotta' calm down."
I was trying everything in my power to get her into a stable mind set, but everything seemed to fail. I left her standing by the couch still crying, and ran to the kitchen to retrieve a cup of water.
In the process of getting the water I heard a loud thud causing me to drop the glass and it to shatter. I ran into the leaving room as Faithe watched her mother's body laying on the ground lifeless, and tears spilling from her eyes.
I couldn't believe what was happening, I couldn't function.
My body froze, I was stuck. I felt my heart breaking for the first time ever in life. I was scared.
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