Sane

chapter 9

August 14,2016
Brookhaven,New York

Niya POV
*phone call*

Niya why didn't you tell me my daughter was dead ? Said my sperm carrier

I chuckled for a moment. "Bitch you would not have cared anyways.I got some more ice for you to do anyways hoe."

"Niya that's no way to talk to your mother .Do you hear me ?I didn't the best I could for yall ."said Dayona Niya's mother

"Hoe you stay 30 minutes away from us ,and it's been three fuckin years since you have called.What bitch you thought you were gonna get an insurance check ?" I said

"Listen here......"said Dayona as she got cut off

"No bitch you listen to my you dopped out ,patty wagon ain't good enough to be a pad that goes between a bitch pussy ass hoe .Fuck you butchered back ass bitch.Don't try to be a mother now you failed enough .You sorry excuse for a female.

*phone call ends*
"I can't believe that bitch had the audacity to call my phone ." I said as I walked back up to Dezmon's room.

"Hey Dezmon ," she whispered, a little more insistently this time. Still no response.
"Hey love bug I need to go back home ,and I was wondering if I could get some weed from you .I got ?150 for a zip .
"Hold on ," he mumbled, still half-asleep.

"Hurry up please."she replied, feeling a mix of gratitude and warmth as she padded out of the room.As she walked down the hallway, her heart felt heavy with everything that had happened, but there was also a flicker of comfort in knowing Dezmon was there for her.

After taking care of herself, she returned to find him sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, you okay
?Are you sure your ready to go back home ?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine what about that weed I was asking you about earlier?," Niya said softly. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"Anytime,and yea I'll let you get it .You don't even have to pay me ,and I'll give you some gars to roll up with." he replied with a reassuring smile. "Let's grab some breakfast before I drop you off at home.

Niya nodded, feeling a little lighter as they shared a moment of understanding. In that small space of time, she realized that maybe she could start to heal—one day at a time—with Dezmon by her side.

*After Breakfast*

Niya sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the familiar weight of a depressive episode settling over her. Her thoughts were clouded, and she felt a profound sense of hopelessness and fatigue. The events of the past few days had taken a toll, and now it seemed like every ounce of energy had been drained from her body.

She tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to her, making even simple tasks feel insurmountable. Dezmon noticed her change in demeanor and asked gently, "Hey, are you okay?"

Niya hesitated before responding, "Yea I'm fine I might take a couple weeks off from school,and do online for a little bit.

Dezmon nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. "Just take it easy today," he suggested. "Call me when you get off ma."

I appreciated his patience and support. "Thanks," she said softly. "I really appreciate you."

As I settled into a quiet morning t,I felt grateful for Dezmon. It didn't erase the darkness of my mood, but knowing  I had some weed made everything better.

"Welp let's get ready for work ."She said as she checked her clock .She had picked up a double .

*Does morning routine.*

After she got out the shower she hurried and through her hair in a bun and put on her scrubs .She threw some snacks ,and noodles in her bag .An her medicine.Before she ran out the door she grabbed three energy drinks .

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My girl is working up a freight train😏
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