That night, Dassa refused to sleep in the Sheiks house, she went back to pick a few things and to move into a hotel.
"Where is Khalid?"
"He has been upstairs all day, he wouldn't even come out" Aunt Fathiya explained.
Dassa hurried up the stairs and knocked once.
"Khalid?"
She knocked again, still nothing and just when she opened the door, Khalid had kicked the chair he stood on that supported him, now, with a single rope around his neck, he had nothing but the fan to hold him.
"NO!" Dassa screamed and rushed to him grabbing his legs and pushing him up.
"HELP!.......SOMEONE......HELP....please, Khalid no...." She cried as Kay appeared with Casmir and Jamal. Jamal grabbed him too while Kay picked the, Casmir climbed unto the chair and cut him lose with a knife while Kay and Jaml supported him while he fell.
"He still has a pulse, we need to get him to the hospital quick"
The guys carried him out and into a car. Jamal was forced to say behind to make sure Salma did not think of doing same.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Florida, U.S.A
"Granny, mummy is on TV"
The grey haired woman rushed to see what he was talking about and there it was.
"I can't believe this"
Dassa was made Advisor to the King of Morocco and on her arm, Khalid, nominated Prime Minister. Although people were skeptical about his appointment, they believe Dassa when she said he was the right person for the job.
There was a knock on the door. And then a voice.....then shoes.......then the face....
"Hello Victoria....." Dassa smiled.
"Leia"
"Actually, it's Dassa"
"Mummy!" Clayton run into his mother's arms.
Dassa handed Victoria an envelope.
"What is this?"
"You have been subpoenaed"
Dassa said.
Victoria became pale.
"I hoped you would be ready by now......baby.....how would you like some ice cream.....besides there's some peopl ei would like you to meet
" "Awesome"
"Go grab your jacket" Dassa watched him ran off.
"I'll see you in court"
"I never really thought she could be a mother" Dave said as they waited against the car.
"So did I" Kaia confirmed.
"I'm so gonna tell her" Jamal said.
"Snitch" Ruth elbowed him. They watched as the front door of the mansion opened and Dassa hopped down the stone stairs playfully with her son.
"That woman....she' s a mystery" Dave said.
"After guns and blood and all that...here she is in Jeans and a tank top, and sneakers.......for crying out loud.....she is a mother" Kaia said.
Dassa approached them smiling holding unto her sons hand.
"Guys, this is Clayton"
Dave was first to go down on his knees.
"I'm Dave"
"It finally good to see you" Clayton said.
"Likewise" Dave messed up his hair.
"That is Aunt Kia, Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Jamal and that's...."
"Aunt nobody call me Uncle Kay"
Kay said from the drivers seat.
"Aunt Karen is just right" Dassa said and they laughed.
"Who let him drive anyway?"
Kaia said.
"You guys kinda look S.W.A.T"
"I told you the leather jackets was a bad idea, Clayton is obsessed with S.W.A.T, he wants to be a jet fighter" Dassa said.
"Well good, you have the perfect mentor beside you, there is no one on the entire planet who is more S.W.A.T than your mom"
"Yea, she is a hero and someday you will be so proud of her"
"Enough guys can we just go get lunch I'm starved" Dassa said.
They hopped in the Jeep and drove off.
THE END.
Authors Note:
(Yep nobody dies in this one..at least not the good guys)
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