Losin' Control

10

A/n: who told my baby daddy and my Mother in law to look good as fuck ?

He look a lil too good. 🤭😛. Excuse me real quick. Enjoy this last unedited ass chapter while I Control my whoremones....
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Trent

Over the past week, Blake reverted back to never talking or smiling again. She just lost her mother five days ago. I have to monitor her to see if she was eating. I have to lay with her at night, while she cries herself to sleep. I have to watch her at night to make sure she doesn't have nightmares.

Today was the day of the funeral and Blake was taking longer than normal in the bathroom. I was already dressed in my shirt and tie.

I knocked on the door. "Blake, are you ok?" I tried opening the door, but it was locked. I put my ear to the door. I only heard the shower running. "Blake, please answer me. You're scaring me." Still nothing. I looked on her vanity for a bobby-pin. My uncle Vinny taught me how pick a lock. No wonder why he's jail. I picked the lock. Got it.

I walked into the bathroom. She was sitting in the shower with her face in her knees. I heard her muffled sobs.

"Go away." She said.

"Blake we have to-"  she lifted her head from her knees.

"I'm not going."

"Blake." She stood up and turned the shower off.

"I'm not going to her funeral." She had bags under eyes.

"I know what you're going through. I was broken when my dad died. Going to the funeral made me realize that even though I'm saying goodbye, it made me feel closer to him."

"I don't want to say goodbye to her. She was my best friend. I've never had friends growing up. Just my mom. Now I have no one. No mom, no dad, nothing." I hugged her.

"That's not true. You have me. I will never leave you." She gave me a slight smile.

"I love you Trent."

"I love you too baby girl. Now get dressed."

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Blake

I remained emotionless throughout the funeral. I didn't pay any mind to people's speeches about my mother. I didn't speak on my mother's behalf because I know I was bound to breakdown on that podium.

My family members and my mother's friends hugged me and said sorry for my loss. Their presence felt so foreign because I haven't seen them for a long ass time. No one really visited my mother in the hospital when she was feeling alone and they were well aware she was in the hospital. But they expect my mother to get up off her ass to do shit for them? Give them money, cook a Christmas dinner, watch their kids? Fuck that.

I had a strong grip on Trent's hand as they lowered my mother's casket into the ground. I cried into his body. He kissed the top of my head. I removed my face from his body and let go of his hand. I walked over to my mother's grave. I had a daisy in her hand.