Troubled teens Cuba & Honduras are sent to ATL from Chicago 🌃. They have been through hell and are adjusting to this new & better lifestyle. Little do we know, both Cuba and Honduras are in for huge surprises. Follow through their journeys of lies...
"Girl take it easy. You moving too fast." Ms. Shakita said as she helped me off my bed. I winced in pain from the shot I got in my back. I grabbed my side as I adjusted my body to stand straight then waddled to the bathroom to do my make up. Today was my gender reveal baby shower. The doctor told me to get as much rest as possible, but I been waiting for this day for months. I put on my false lashes, mascara & lip gloss before looking at myself in the mirror while smoothing out my dress.
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I sighed deeply as tears swelled in my eyes. This situation I'm in right now is really draining. And what makes it worse is that Qua is nowhere to be found. He's around when he wants to be but not when I need him to be. I shut my eyes as a single tear fell but I quickly wiped it away. I pushed all my thoughts to the back of my head before opening my eyes. I looked back in the mirror then down at my arm. I removed the band-aid from my arm where I had blood drawn. I winced in pain as it pulled my arm hairs out. I then heard a knock on the door.
"Hold on I'm almost done." I said to Ms. Shakita.
"You look good Ma." I heard a voice say, that definitely wasn't Ms. Shakita's. I looked up in the mirror seeing Qua leaning against the doorway, with an expressionless look on his face. I rolled my eyes then looked back down. He was wearing white since this would be a white party.
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"It's not that cold to be wearing that jacket looking like a polar bear." I said dryly. He scoffed before lifting himself from the doorway & standing straight. I picked my phone up scrolling through it.
"It's a white party, what you expect? You ok?" He asked.
"You'd know if you would've fucking answered the phone last night."
"Cuba I'm sorry. I got caught up in the stu ya dig I ain't want no distractions. I-"
"So that's what we are to you?" I said rubbing my belly. "A distraction?"
"No Cuba." He said stepping up behind me. I kept my eyes glued on him through the mirror as he stood directly behind me.
"You said if I needed you, call you. Now I know I can't depend on you." I said
