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16. Pain

Its been two days since momma passed. I haven't been functioning at all. I haven't left the house since. Rodney took Kyle and Nyah to school. Meanwhile I sulked in the bathtub. I haven't eaten anything in two days.
I rocked back and forth in the bathtub. I heard the front door open.
"Baby!" I shouted.
"Yeah! Where you at?" He replied.
"Bathroom."
He walked in the bathroom. When he looked at me his eyes popped out of his head.
"Baby. Let's go." He said.
"Where?" I groaned.
"In your room."
"Nooo."
"Baby come on."
"I don't wanna."
"Come here."
Rodney picked me up princess style and carried me out of the bathtub. He laid me in my bed. I curled up in a ball and cried.
"Come here." He said as he pulled me up. He put my head on his chest and he rubbed my back. I cried on his chest.
"I miss her." I cried.
"I know. I miss her too."
"What do I do?"
"The same thing you been doing when she was in the hospital. Work hard."
"Okay."
"Remember you got me Kyle and Nyah."
"Okay."
"You need anything?"
"Food."
"You want some McDonald's?"
"Yeah."
"Wash your face baby girl lets go."
"I need a shower."
"Okay Ima wait on you."
I slowly got out of my bed and went in the bathroom. I took off my clothes and took a long hot shower. I tried to clear my mind as I tried to wash away the pain and depression  but it didn't help much. So I spent 30 minutes washing the two day stank off of me.

After my shower Rodney watched me get dressed. I slid in some sweats and a tank top. I slid my feet in my flip flops and we headed to McDonald's. Rodney went to the drive thru and ordered Big Macs for both of us. Then he drove to his place.

At Rodney's place
We sat on his couch and ate our food.                            "How you feel now baby?" Rodney asked.
"A bit better." I replied. He kissed me on my cheek. Being around him cheers me up just a bit. I still have someone I love. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my right arm. I leaned my head in his shoulder and drifted deep into thoughts. I started to think about momma and daddy. Damn I really don't have any parents left. I got overwhelmed by my thoughts and broke down in tears. Rodney pulled me on his lap. I buried my head in his chest and balled out my eyes. "Its gonna be okay baby." He reassured as he rubbed my back. He kissed my forehead and allowed me to cry on him. Right now this is what I need. I've been trying to be strong for Kyle and Nyah. But I feel like the weakest. Kyle has been taking it better than me and Nyah is still young with little understanding. Nyah is just as clueless as an ant right now. I sobbed on Rodney's chest for 15 solid minutes before getting a migraine.

"Baby you got any Tylenol?" I asked.  "Yeah." He replied as he picked me up princess style. He carried me to his room. He laid me on his bed and told me to relax. I got as comfortable as possible. Rodney left the room. I closed my eyes and tried to relax but my head was pounding too much. When I opened my eyes Rodney was standing in front of me with pills and water. He sat the glass of water and the pills on the night stand and helped me sit up. I grabbed the glass and the pills. I swallowed the pills and drank the whole glass of water.

"Get some rest." Rodney instructed. I laid back down and tried to go to sleep. I tossed and turned until I finally fell asleep.

I woke up after my 2 hour nap. I felt better physically. Momma was the first thing on my mind when I woke up.
"Baby we gotta go to Kyle's school." Rodney said.
"Why?" I asked.
"They called. He got in a fight."

I sat up quickly. That doesn't sound like Kyle. Rodney and I freshened up before heading to Kyle's school.

At Kyle's school
Rodney waited in the car while I sat in the principal's office with Kyle. The principal babbled about Kyle's actions being unacceptable.
"Wait what started the fight?" I asked.
"Winston said something about momma." Kyle explained.
"Listen our momma just passed two days ago and none of us have been taking it well." I said to the principal.
"He will still be punished. Suspension for a week." He said.
"Let's go." I said to my brother.
Kyle and I walked out of the school and into the parking lot. We hopped in  Rodney's car.
"Did you whoop his ass?" Rodney asked.
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah..." Kyle answered.
"No more fights." I scolded.