Shattered Mirror

Chapter 7: Stressful Nights & Mornings

"I'ma do some drugs, I'ma fuck some thugs, I'ma drink alot. I'ma smoke some pot, I'ma do some things, I might latter regret but, it's all good cuz' I haven't grown up yet."

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Fatim

A gasped escaped my mouth before I can even stop it. Carter locked eyes with me and his eyes were dull and his face was blank with no remorse for what he just did.

"I won't say nothin'!" I surrender, placing both my hands up in the air as they both faced me.

"Shit!" I heard Harlem yell after sucking his teeth.

Once I saw the bullet enter his skull and the blood splatter on to the wall I didn't hesitate to leave the scene after what I just saw. I was scared for my life. I ran like my life depended on it, shit, it basically did.

AJ probably don't know she fucking with a cold-blooded killer for a boyfriend.

Everyone or all the workers looked at me. I leaped over all the steps and pushed Fire out the way. Scotty spotted me.

"Sage! Wait! Stop! What's wrong?!" Scotty called out after me but I didn't stop nor listen to him.

I ran all the way outside until I reached home. My back was up against the door as I slid my body, dropping to my knees--catching my breathe. I could have sworn my heartbeat was going 80 per minute.

Never in my life have I seen a murder like what I just saw. My eyes were damage in so many ways. My thoughts were just running wild and I can feel a headache coming on. How was I suppose to feel? How am I suppose to sleep tonight knowing I just watched someone have their life taken away from them?

Now I wished I never went looking for Harlem in the first place. Curiosity did not kill the cat but it killed my mind. Matter of fact it scared my mind. It was truest bothering me. Seeing a dead body is one thing but watching a murder was a another.

How in the hell do people live with themselves after they have just murder someone?

That questioned was weighing heavily on my mind. And I wished I knew the answer. From now on I promised myself to mind my own business and to stay away from Harlem and Carter even though Harlem didn't commit the murder.

My life was in danger after what I just saw. For all I know they are probably gonna come after me. I told they asses I wasn't gonna snitch right before jumping over them steps. Around here they believe in 'snitches get stitches' but I don't know if they believe that.

The more I thought about it I should really the police officers do their job into finding Amour. I wasn't about to risk and or lose my life trying to scope out information from the wrong people.

I paced back and forth in the hallway in a attempt to regained my calm. I didn't want to walk inside the house to see Aunty sitting on the couch waiting for me. Although she wasn't my blood but I know she won't hesitate to bend my little ass over an show me the definition of a real spanking.

I placed the house key in the lock and turning it before pushing the door just a little bit before peeking inside. The lights were still off and I creeped inside and tip-toe my way to the bedroom AJ and I shared.

I undressed myself leaving myself in my tank top and boy shorts. My head was pounding and I took some Advil that was on top of the dresser. I got a glass of water and popped the Advil in my mouth before throwing my head back and swallowing. I slammed the glass on the dresser and sat on the bed.

The stress was real. Was it wrong that I blame myself for Amour getting kidnapped? I wished I had stayed by her side even though it was dark. Maybe if I was able to save her then maybe her mom wouldn't be stressing and crying for her baby to come home.

I felt so bad for Aunty because she doesn't deserve to go through this. Amour was her only child and shit like this can really damage a person. But I know Aunty is a strong woman who gave Amour the life that she deserves.

I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. It dawned on me that tomorrow was school and I would only get a couple of hours of sleep. The questioned that had me thinking was who kidnapped Amour and why?

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"Okay, grandma." The phone was between my ear and shoulder as I blew out a raspberry and continue to lace my shoes.

"I can't believe my grand baby graduating in only five months!" She exclaimed. I can hear the excitement in her voice and it made me smile through the pain I was feeling. Talking to her always made me feel better and get my mind off of things.

"I know! I can't believe it either!"

"Do you know what college you want to go to yet?" She questioned.

"Nope, I'm still thinking." I explained.

She huffed on the other line and I immedeletly knew I shouldn't have said that. Grandma was serious when it came to education. It would disappoint her if I didn't go to college and I have big plans to go. I would be the first in my family, out of all my grandma's grandchildren to go to college.

My older brother, Kaiden, would have been the first if he hadn't got locked up. I promised her and myself, I would go no matter what. Whether it was community college or a Ivy League college.

"Child, you better start lookin'! I don't care if you don't take your education seriously but you better! College is important!" Grandma snaps.

"I'm sorry! I know! It's just so stressful and so scary! I don't know what to do!" I rested my head in my hands.

"Baby, relax, everything happens for a reason. I know things have been rough for you but god doesn't give you too much you can't handle. No matter what you have always remained strong and I'm proud of you my ladybug. Don't let the stress knock you down because you will always get back up. You will figure everything out and I know you are heading down the right path with good decisions."

I wiped the corner of my eye and took a deep breathe in. This was something that I really needed to hear. Her words found a way to motivate and inspire me especially after what happened last night. "I love you, grandma."

"I love you too, sugar plum." With those finale words I hung up and grab my books.

Before leaving I saw Aunty in the kitchen. "Good morning, Aunty." I greeted cheerful.

"Hey baby and good morning." There was a ding and Aunty took out a hot, warm hot- pocket from the microwave and wrapped a paper towel around it and handed it to me.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem baby." She shooed me and blew me a kiss. "Now hurry up and get to school."

After the long 15 minutes walk to school finally getting away from the disrespectful ass boys hollering rude ass things to me, there it was, Lincoln High School. I stepped on to school grounds and there was a crowd, pushing and shoving me out the way and I ended up bumping into someone, Giselle. Giselle abruptly turned around and looked me up and down with a smug look on her face.