Magnolia (playboi carti fanfic)

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They agreed to get me a separate hotel room from theirs, understanding how this could be so sudden.

They meaning, the people I was stolen from.

I couldn't dare call them family.

I couldn't dishonor Mom like that.

We're outside their door now, Detective Diaz is with me. A woman answers the door. She looks older, around her 40s due to her smile lines. Other than that she was beautiful, with loose curly hair, light caramel skin, and a round face. She had a thin top lip, with a thicker bottom, along with a flat nose and sunken big grey eyes.

The 5'2 woman brought me into a hug, crying as she held on tight. I didn't feel attached, but I felt the need to hug her back. "My baby," She cries.

My eyes flicker up, I see a man around the woman's age standing up from a chair. He was tall, maybe around 6'2, with her hair low into a fade, his facial hair groomed and grey.

The woman finally pulls apart. She's talking to me, but her smiling causes me to miss her words. I look over to Diaz, who's signing for me. "I'm your mother, Tina. That's your dad Malik."

I nod.

"Nice to me you, Tina." I sign and say. Tina and Malik give me a funny look.

"She's deaf?" She asks, pointing at me.

At first I found offense to that, but then I saw she probably was thinking Mom had hurt me bad to where I was then permanently deaf.

Diaz shook her head. "Yes, but don't worry. We've already ran tests that show her deafness is congenital."

Tina nods her head.

Diaz and I walk further in the top-floor condo apartment. I noticed Malik is more off to himself, not making any moves for me.

I remember Diaz telling how my mother never lost faith in me being out there. She did interviews, went on talk shows, wrote a book. She was adamant on how she just knew I was still alive, and she'd be reunited with me someday, her faith in Jesus helping her.

Whereas my dad, he didn't have Jesus. After a few years, he was already coping with the fact that I was dead and never coming back.

So yeah, I could imagine that.

I was dead in his mind for over 10 years. He'd have to unburry me, unpack my dead limbs from where he had them stowed away, deep inside him.

And I know i'm right by the way he excuses himself to go to the kitchen.

I take a seat on the couch. Diaz sits off in the corner, giving us a comfortable space for my mom to enjoy the moment.

"I'm sorry for my manners," Tina starts, I look from Diaz, up at her. "Would you like any beverages? We have soda, water,"

I shake me head. "No, thank you. Uh, you say I have siblings?" I ask her. Her face lits up as she takes the seat next to me.

"Yes, you have an older brother in college. His name is Michael. You also have three younger siblings, Myesha who is in highschool. And the little ones are Malia and Talib." I nod, noting the theme of Ms and Ts they had going on. "The babies are with their," She corrects herself. "Your grandparents in Philly. Myesha is away at summer camp."

My attention perked up. "Summer camp?" I ask her. "For what?"

Tina waves me off. "Art camp. She's into painting."