My Perfect Not So Perfect Day

Chapter 1 My Perfect Day

" Man, today is finna be a breeze I got so much shit to do. I ain't gotta worry about the kids. Man, let's start off the day by listening to the tunes." I start hopping to my speaker to start that hard shit. " Ay, we done came a long way, traveled down the wrong way. They ain't find no shell cases thankful for the cold case. Assuming that we soulmates. Thankful for the big homie, coached me through the life game. " I sang along, while I made me a lovely meal. That Mozzy was hard as fuck. I thought my day by myself couldn't turn into a negative at all. But out of nowhere my phone started ringing.

Ring - ring - ring. I went to my phone and unplugged it just to see a random ass number. So I declined it, immediately after whoever called they called me right back. Ring - ring - ring. " Fuck this shit is starting to fuck up my day. Damn what the hell do he or she want. " You know what fuck it if they call back again then i'll answer it. Now they get that fat decline button. Ring - ring - ring - ring. Now this shit is really getting on my fucking nerves. " Hello. "

" Finally. Shit. Okay i'm going to get straight to the point. I have your kids, and I need you to put on this flak jacket that is covered with explosives. I need you to rob a bank if you want to see your children alive again. Facetime me if you want to see your kids and, you cannot call the cops or screenshot my face, or I will kill them and send it to u through Imessage. I just might let you in on some of the money. It all depends on the money you get out of there with. One more thing there is a 8 out of 10 chance you will you will not make it to see your kids ever again. " The man on the phone said.

" Aye you sick freak. First off you don't have my kids. Second why don't you rob a bank for your bitch ass. " Why the hell would this weirdo ass kid call me like he really had my kids. But he did sound confident as fuck. Ring - ring - ring. Ooh I swear if it is that bitch i'm going get his address, and then I will show what my hands can do. I pick up my phone ready for that bitch boy to call back, but I checked my phone, and it was my mom. That's where my kids were staying. I answered that phone in a quick second. " Mom mom mom are the kids with you. Please tell me what they are doing. Mom. " Man, it was actually starting to get to me every second like some random guy just kidnapped my kids in front of my mom. Hell no, he didn't take my kids.

" Hey is this Deion, uhm I don't know exactly what happened, but all I know is that your mother and her grandchildren were walking back to her house and a white van pulled up, hopped out and shot her twice. When I ran out there, a white man were picking up the kids and throwing them into the van. I tried to run to the van and get the kids but as soon as I tried he pulled a gun out a held it to my face. So I had to retreat, and help your mom. Right now your mother is in critical condition, and I tried to capture his license plate but the thick smoke was covering the plate. I'm sorry just go to the hospital if you want to see your mom. " My mom's neighbor said.

" You have to be lying this is probably that bitch that called my phone. " Beep, the call was ended. My day that was supposed to be perfect felt like hell in a matter of 10 minutes. I ran to the car, and sped away to the hospital to see if all of this shit is true.

I arrive at the hospital, I got out and ran to the counter. " Hey can you help me find Rose Garcia, please. " I told the lady behind the counter.

" Uhm give me second. Garcia Rose, she is in the 2nd floor west wing room 203. "

The face I made after she said my mother's name was like I was brain dead. It was like my brain fell to my heels. I couldn't even say thank you all I could do was run to that room to make sure it was my mother. The elevator was acting slow so I had to take the steps. Just thinking about where my kids are and how the whole time this random caller was like death is coming for me but wants to see me suffer first. I get to the 2nd floor in the west wing now all i'm doing is looking for room 203. Dammit I was on the other side the room numbers go backwards. 298, 297, 296. I just had to start running again, because all I heard was a loud clock ticking and ticking. 219, 218, 217, 216. I'm almost there but i'm getting tired. I stopped, I needed that break. I was closer than I thought, I looked up just to see 208. I got up so fast, and just walked the rest. 206, 205, 204, Finally 203.

I looked through the window, and I saw her. It was my mom I opened the door just to see 6 doctors, some with high tech things and a defibrillator machine. " Mom oh mom. " I tried to go to her but I was immediately stopped.

" Hey hey you can't be in here i'm sorry but you have to leave right now. " One of the nurses said.

I couldn't really speak I was so out of breath. My throat sore from all that running. " I love you mom. " I whispered. All I know is that, I have to do this bank job, and I need to see my kids. I know my next mission is to get back my kids, and I only have 15 more hours.