Growing Up Together(EDITING*)

Chapter 12

[C A R M E N]

I looked in the crib. My heart was racing just to see my beautiful bundle of joy. I couldn't wait to cuddle him deep in my arms and show him just how much his mommy missed him. But that all went out the drain when I saw something that shot a bullet right through my heart.

I felt my stomach churn hard as hell and the next thing I knew, I was throwing up on the floor. Tony rushed to my side to hold my hair up as I felt myself emptying everything out. I started to sweat and then the tears came.

Blood, blood soaked deep into the contents of the crib. The pacifier dangled out of Stephon's mouth, while his lifeless hands held the bottle he had been drinking.

I covered my face as more tears cascaded down my face. I was hurt, beyond hurt. I had went through hell to get my little man back, and now he was...

At the thought of even saying that word I cried even harder, feeling vile wanting to come out of my throat again. "C-Carmen baby what's wrong?!" Anthony stuttered next to me and I didn't have the words to tell him.

I simply pointed to the crib where Stephon laid unmoving.And that's when Anthony started talking about the hospital. The nearest hospital next to the deranged ass bitch's house was more than a half a hour away. By the time we got there it would be to late.

I thought it was my fault..maybe if I just fucking listened to Tony than he would be alive ! Man all I had to do was try and talk it out...I let my anger get the best of me. Enough was enough. Sitting here wasting tears over something I couldn't change wasn't doing anything.

My eyes trailed over to Sherry and I instantly felt my anger spike up again. It was that dumb bitch fault that my baby was gone..she took away my whole world..without so much as a flinch. I would be the fucking one to take hers. She gone damn near wish that she would've chose someone else to fuck with.

I stood up from my spot on the floor and grabbed the bat, taking steps to where Sherry hoe ass laid on the floor. I could tell that she was just getting up again. To bad I was going to have to beat this bitch senseless.

"Surprise bitch." I raised the bat up and swung straight across her face. I felt something crack but I didn't let that stop me. I would show this bitch the pain that I felt when she took away the only thing that I created. "P-please stop Carmen I'm sorry !!"

"BITCH WERE YOU SORRY WHEN YOU SHOT MY FUCKING SON ? HUH ? WHERE IS HE RIGHT NOW SHERRY ? HE DAMN SURE AINT HERE !" I felt bitter tears start up again and I flung the bat to the ground, grabbing her by her hair and slamming her face into the wall.

She begged and begged me to stop, but I wasn't having it. She was going to experience this ass whooping. She tried to get my hands to slip out of her hair, but I swung her on the floor and started to kick the shit of her. After a while I stumped her, colliding my foot into her face and stomach.

Tony finally pulled me away again as my energy started to drain. I spit on her bloodied and beat up body and turned around to tend to my Stephon. I wrapped him up in the blankets of the crib, and smiled sadly pressing one last kiss to his head.

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We decided to have him buried in Atalanta. Because it was where he was born. I decided to call the police to have Sherrt deported to jail, but she was no where to be found in Atlanta. And after a couple of days they dropped the case. I was upset, hurt, and angry, but I couldn't argue with the law.

The police agency gave us support and sent condolences. Tony's family and my dad didn't have the time to come to Atlanta. So we celebrated the funeral with a few of our friends that lived here.

I wore an all black dress that flew down to my feet. Black eye shadow and liquid eyeliner covered my eyes in a light dust, and small black tonged sandals rested on my feet. A black veil rested over my face and my finger nails were also painted black. Tony stood beside me, dressed in all black and a white vest.

Me and Anthony gave few words about our lost son and then it was time for the burial. But I couldn't stand it...it hurt so bad. When they began to lower him into the ground, I lost it.

I started to break down, reaching my hands out to the casket as it went lower and lower. My tears blurred my vision and I felt Tony wrap his arms around me, his tears leaking into the top of my head. He was just as hurt as I was, but him being him, he was trying to be strong for me, and himself too.

"Why ? W-why was it him ?" I asked the sky as they had lowered Stephon all the way into the ground. They shoveled the dirt over the casket and then they were gone. Before they left, they gave us words of encouragement, patting us on the back before leaving.

Our friends did the same and my professor handed Tony his umbrella as it started to rain. We stayed in the pouring rain, even hours after everyone had left.

After a few more minutes, Tony finally stood up, bringing me up with him. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and we both sighed in appreciation. "Baby we gotta get out of here, it's already late."

Anthony's eyes were blood shot red, and I knew mine were too. I nodded and we both walked back to the car, hand in hand.

At a time, I thought that Atlanta would be the greatest place in the world, because of what I had began there. But now,

Atlanta had soiled my life and just like that, I lost my will to live.

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