A Perfect Storm

18

Welcome to the crying game where you lose your soul
Where it ain't no E-Z Pass, you got to use the toll
Ain't no cruise control, you 'bout to lose control
Ain't no smilin' faces here, we slammin' doors and dishes
Sayin' we don't miss each other, but it's all fictitious

Storm was doing her homework with Nicki Minaj's new album playing in the background when her phone started ringing, interrupting the music. She sucked her teeth, picking it up, and sighed when she saw who it was calling.

"I thought I blocked this bitch," She said to herself, staring at the phone as it rung. The contact name was 'don't answer' but she knew who it was.

D'Angelo.

She continued to watch it ring before the call ended & her music came back on. But he immediately called back. She let out a growl & answered.

"What D'Angelo?!?" All Storm heard was sniffles. She looked at the phone weirdly before putting it back up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Stormy..." D'Angelo's voice cracked. He had been crying. Instantly, Storm's soft side for him kicked in.

"What's wrong?" Storm asked worried.

"S-sh-she's g-gone," D'Angelo stuttered out as he cried.

"Who's gone?" Storm asked, getting off her bed.

"My baby, she's gone. She's dead Storm. My daughter is dead." D'Angelo started bawling as Storm looked at the phone in disbelief, feeling pain for her first love.

"Ooh, that smells good!!" Storm yelled as she walked down the stairs, stomach growling. "Is it ready yet?"

"Girl it's only 12 o'clock. You know damn well this food isn't done," Her stepmother said, waving her away.

Storm groaned as her step-grandmother swatted at her butt. "Gone, unless you wanna help."

"Well since ain't nothing else to do," Storm mumbled as she went to wash her hands.

It was Thanksgiving day, and even though the food was nowhere done, her father's house was full of people. And even though it was cold outside, this was too much damn body heat for Storm. But she never missed Thanksgiving at her father's house, cause her step-mama could surely throw down. That's why everyone came to the Hardison household every thanksgiving.

D'Angelo & Malik had even been at her father's house for Thanksgiving at least once. Not at the same time, of course.

Storm sighed at the thought of the two. It had been 4 months since they had spoken to her & it left feeling empty.

Almost as empty as she felt without her baby.

Storm waved her sad thoughts away. Today was about being thankful & spending time with family. That's it.

"Fuck, baby, slow down!!" India squealed as Malik gave her quick strokes.

Yes, he was back fucking with this bitch.

They actually had been in a relationship for 2 months now.

What did you expect from after he found out Storm was pregnant by D'Angelo? Hurt people do dumb shit.

But Malik said he was over Storm & her shit & he actually liked India.

His friends ain't believe it, but they let him do him.

Meanwhile, Malik didn't believe himself either.

"Damn cuzzo, where Storm been at? You ain't said shit about her in a while," John, D'Angelo's cousin, said as he passed the blunt. D'Angelo sighed. He had only told his mother & grandmother about what happened with Storm, nobody else. He really didn't want to talk about her now.