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4 days later "Ariana?" I hear my boyfriend call me from upstairs.
I'm currently trying to get a hold of my daughter who hasn't talked to me for 4 days. Ricky won't answer his phone either and I'm very irritated. We have court tomorrow and I need to also have a chat with my lawyer, but the most important thing to do is speak with Aviana.
I guess the next day after what happened Ricky made Aviana go tell her friends that she can not hang out with them without adult supervision. The parents were never informed of the drug use but I swear if it ever happens again I would be the first to talk.
"What is it?" I ask getting up from my chair in the dining room and make my way to the bottom of the long, elegant staircase.
I see Malcolm holding a messy Wilder and Ameera in his arms. They have gray paint everywhere. They're hands, feet, hair, etc.
"Oh fuck no." I comment rushing up the stairs.
"How did this happen? This is my worst nightmare." I look at my boyfriend.
"Well it gets worse." He bites his lip putting down both the naughty children.
I take a deep breath.
"They're rooms are completely ruined. Paint on the carpet, paint on the walls, paint on the bed and I don't even know how Wilder managed to paint his clothes but he did." Malcolm explains causing me to have a small heart attack. (Not really)
I run my hands through my hair and shake my head.
"This can't be happening." I mumble looking down at Wilder.
"Weren't they watching a movie with you?" I ask confused at the whole situation.
My boyfriend nods his head.
"They were, but I fell asleep for like 25 minutes and the next thing you know they're painting their rooms like little Picasos." He explains causing me to look at the guest room that was being painted about 2 hours ago. The men that were here must have left the brushes and paint out which means my toddlers got into them.
I go down the hallway to see little trails of paint leading into Ameera and Wilders rooms.
"Mommy. Me paint." Wilder excitedly shrieks pulling me into his room.
I mentally cry at all the ruined furniture, carpet, walls, and clothes. This is not good at all.
Ameera waddles herself towards me and clings to my legs.
