Cartier is only 16 years old, and already have problems like an adult. Once her past catches up with her it'll be all over. Not until she meets Youngboy-that's when everything changes.
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Cartier 😘
1 week later
Today the day I get released from the hospital. I happy as shit, cause the food they feeding me in here ain't healthy. All dat pork dey been feeding me ain't good fa me. Ion even eat pork, but the fat be good.
Since I been in here ma momma came to visit me through the week. She stay the night, then go to work... stay the night, then go to work. It repeats.
Everyone been up here, even da gang and I barely know dem niggas. I got used to all of em.
This whole time I just been thinkin. I wonder if the same officer that shot me, gone come fa me. Shit... they already know my name, they got a warrant for ma arrest. So I know they coming.
When I tell my momma the cop that shot me she gone freak out and try to send me with me otha aunt in Georgia.
I heard a knock at the door making me look up. I was low key nervous at the thought that it might be the same cop. I swallowed a big knot in my throat before speaking, "Come in."
The doctor walked in making me sigh in relief. I smiled watching her every move. "Hi I'm dr Dallas and I came to inform you that all we need is for an adult to sign you release papers and your free to go." She smiled the whole time.
She was a white lady, she looked at lil old and familiar. Her last name was Dallas which reminded me of the cop, but nah... maybe I'm just trippin. "Umm.. my momma gone do it when she get here." I thought speaking aloud.
"I'm here, my bad I was doing something." She rushed her words. Walking over to the lady she signed the papers giving them back. "Come. I bought you and outfit from Tanisha house." She shook her head repeatedly.
"Ma you ok?" I asked worried. She ain't neva act like this until after I got shot. I was scared for her. "Mom...mom...mommy." I repeated. Her head shot up quickly. Her eyes were blood shot red.
"Cartier." She whispered.
"Mom. What's wrong? Why you acting like this?" I asked questions wanted answers. She walked up to me rubbing the side of my face. A tear slid down her cheek, I wiped it looking away.
Seeing her like this made me wanna cry. I bent my head down not wanting her to see me like this. My dad always told me to never cry in front of people, that only made you seem weak.
"It's ok to cry. I know you hurt just as much as I am. Wait till I find out which cop shot you, imma sew the hell outta them." She sniffled hugging me tight. I took a deep breath before looking my mom in the face.
