Africa (urban)

Chapter 28

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Africa POV

I woke up and hopped in the shower. I got out and lotioned my body. I put on the clothes I picked out the night before. I slipped on my free runs and sat back on my bed to get my phone. I scrolled through my contacts. It rung 3 times before he answered.

"Hello"

"Hey Uncle Harold"

"Hey Africa, how is your arm and leg?" He is the only person my dad told about me getting shot. Uncle Harold is my dad's best friend, his right hand man, his pal whatever you want to call it. He is. 

"Uh..its cool, Im getting better you know with moving around by myself"

"Well you shouldnt be moving around by yourself. Where that knucklehead niggah that you dating"

"Uhh...Uncle Harold we not together no more and he is in the guest room.."

"Okay. Well you called me for a reason.so Whats up?"

"I need a favor.."

"What is it? You know Im here"

"Can I stay with you until my dad get back?"

"What that lil niggah do? Do I need to call Mike? I will beat his ass"

"Nah..He didnt do anything, its just...well...Nothing its nothing, can I stay with you?"

"Yea you know you can lways come on over. You know I would never deny my God child my home. You know your Aunt Lillian been asking about you. When yo daddy told us about you being shot. She would have gotten to the hospital before your dad. But she came to see you whn you were in the coma. She left for Hawaii yesterday with the kids so Im here by my damn self. Aint that about something."

He talk to damn much. I cut him off. "Okay. Well can you pick me up from me house please?"

"Why that niggah cant drop you off? I stayed silent. "Did you tell yo daddy you leaving the house?" I didnt say shit because I wasnt planning on teling my dad. For the simple fact that he would call me telling me that I cant leave the house without Jamal and I am not finna tell him that Jamal dont want shit to do with me. So he can leave his business trip get on my ass and beat Jamal's ass. 

"Africa?" I waited. "Yea Im here"

"Girl you was finna move into my house and not tell Mike. How you gone drag me into this mess?"

"Please Uncle H. Just until my dad gets back."

"Maaaan. I dont know. you know how yo daddy gets, when he sets some rules he means it."

"You said you wouldnt deny me your home.."

"Alright. Give me a day to think about it. " I smacked my lips.  "Nevermind. I'll just..nevermind. I got to go" I hung up before he could respond.

There was only 2 people that would love to have me in their homes right now. A good choice and a bad choice. I hopeless right now. I dont want to sit here and cause him anymore stress than I already have. 

This is too much for me to handle. I want to give up...just like Jamal is. No Im not thinking suicide. Last time that happened, I really fucking hurt myself. It wasnt because of KJ. I would never cause harm under my son's name. It was Keith. After KJ died, I was under a lot of pressure. Every time I turned around, someone was asking me, "How is the baby?" or "How old is little Keith now?" and the answer was always , "He passed" I couldnt say anymore. Keith still hit me. If not worse than before. 

There was knock at my door. I didnt say anything. They got harder. I was gonna get up to open the door, but it swung open and Madison was standing there.