He Calls Me Coco (ON HOLD)

Mother

Hello everyone. Thank you for reading. This is how I imagined Cassandra's mother to look but you can imagine her how you want. Mwah 💋

A/N it was either Naomi Campbell or Tasha Smith. I chose Naomi.

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*Previously....

We headed there after getting the directions we needed, slowly opening the door. Ryan was laying on the bed unconscious and unmoving, my heart sank.
"Oh Ryan"

*Present.....

"Ryan darling" My mother immediately rushed to his side clasping her hand over his. His body lay lifeless, unmoving.

Tears ran freely down my face as I slowly made my way to the other side of the bed. I just stood there, staring at him.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered standing over him, fiddling with my chipped nail polish.

"You should be!" My mother snapped.

I looked at her, really looked at her. Her eyes were red, swollen from crying so much, her slim face had on a few extra pounds, on her cheeks and jaw line. She was more hurt that I was, he was my boyfriend so why was she more hurt.

And when she sat up, I noticed the little bump in her max dress that  she rubbed unconsciously.

No way! My mother was pregnant

And come to think of it everything made sense, Ryan was always at our house. Him and my mother always seemed to spend a lot of time together whenever he came over, he was becoming more distance these few weeks. But I just didn't say anything.

Ryan was more flirtatious ins chill with other girls, we hung out less.

Oh my gosh!

"Mom you're pregnant?" The question was inaudible
"What?" Her bloody shot eyes glared at me
"I said are you pregnant?" I asked through gritted teeth

Please let me be wrong. God please!

Freeda, my mother, got to her feet heading to the door.

"Let's talk outside" she opened the door exiting the room leading to an empty stairwell.

We stood in front of the door, speaking in hushed voices.

"Listen to me Cassandra, I did this for you! You did this to yourself, if you had just slept with him I wouldn't have to"

This was a complete slap to the face, I took two steps back.

"You had sex with my boyfriend?"

"We'll say it's yours then you and Ryan can get married and the money will me mine—I mean yours. It will be yours"
She quickly corrected herself

"So you slept with my boyfriend for dad's money!" My voice rose drawing the attention from a nurse passing by, she looked at me concerned before entering the room across the hall from Ryan's.

"Will you lower your voice! Listen to me child it was only way for us to get out of the crap place. When we have her you can tell your friends it's yours, that's after you go back to school of course. I have dreams and ambitions and I can't let you mess that for me! Got it?"

Her.

I couldn't believe this. I was a lose for words, she really didn't care about me.

"You don't think I have dreams too? I want to go college, travel the world, get married, have kids. I didn't ask to be brought into a messed up family, dad was right ! You're were and will always be just a gold digging slut" I hissed bitterly. My mouth quivered as I shook uncontrollably.

Then she slapped me.

My head flew to the side, the stinging sensation burned my skin.
"I wish you were never born! YOU WERE A MISTAKE!"

I did the most logical thing all day. I ran.

I ran so fast out the hospital, nearly knocking into people.
Tears blurred my vision as I continued to run far away from everything. I didn't know how long or how far I ran until my legs grew weak and suddenly gave out on me.
I looked around not finding anything familiar at all, I was completely lost and I didn't what time it was.

I squinted at the bright sign down the road, ignoring the pain in my legs I made way to the sign hoping to figure out where I was.

As I got closer the sign read Mary's thrift store. I smiled triumphantly staggering my way to the building, this was the best time to use my emergency cash I kept in my socks.

"Whoa there mama. What does a fine lady like you doing at this time of night?"
A very tall and scary looking man held my elbow, catching me just before my face could hit the concrete.
"I need to g-go"
He chuckled lightly pulling me into his chest, he wore an old pair of dark jeans, dirty white sneakers and a black shirt with a jacket over it, it was a chilly night.

"Go where? Are you alone? There are dangerous men lurking in dark corners waiting for girls like you to come this way and..."
He gripped my arm tighter roughly shaking my weak body.
"...grab you" he initiated

I stared wide eyed at him, unsure if I should trust a handsome stranger or not.

My flight or fight reflexes kicked in and I went with my fight instinct.

"Let go" I begged tugging at my arm while dragging my feet against the pavement.
He continued to pull me into the dark alley, no screams were heard due to his beefy hands covering my mouth.

Oh god I'm going to get raped and then die.

He released me glaring at the bite makes on his hand
"YOU BITCH! You like biting huh..." he grinned wickedly backing me into the brownstone building

If I run now will I make it? I'll take my chances

I decided to go for it, I ran around him successfully dodging his hand. Unfortunately I didn't make it far, another unfamiliar figure stood at the corner dressed in all black, hood drawn over his face.

Now I was caged in, the man who stood behind me walked closer racking his eyes over my body. I was then aware of how exposed I was, the cheer uniform I wore was ripped in different places. The most recent tear was the one going up my leg showing the tattoo R.I.P 06.23.15 Moussa.

It was the date of my father's death and his name had a over the 'M', written in small beautiful cursive on my right thigh, just below the crease where the pelvis and thigh bone meet.

I quickly held the flimsy material to my body backing away. Handsome stranger charged for me, I staggered back into stranger two whom, which surprisingly was well built under his hoodie, snacked his arm around my waist.

His arm pressed into my soft flabby stomach, fingers gripped my side. I swore lowly, his fingers spread wide, digging into my bare skin. Definitely will leave some marks tomorrow, and I was dark skin for crying out loud.

"Who are you?" Handsome stranger barked, startling me out my thoughts.

Stranger two tighten his grip, I felt completely safe around him and I didn't know why. It was familiar.

"Your worst nightmare"

And without thinking stranger two pulled a large gun from his waist band pointing at Stranger one

Dear god!

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NEXT UPDATE: SEPTEMBER 6 (right before school starts for you all) 😘