Magnolia (playboi carti fanfic)

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The news is out.

Everyone knows.

On August 13, 2017 at 2:55am, Sheyla Manning, the woman infamous for kidnapping infant Tierra Wells, has been found dead upon FIB raid.

She killed herself with a pistol she probably stole.

My phone was tapped. And I guess I should have known. They didn't say what they were confiscating it for, and they didn't search it or anything.

They knew I contacted my mom that night. They knew I ran away with her to Greensboro. They followed us.

I ran until I could anymore. Afterwards I hitched a ride back to the hotel my parents got for me.

I heard the news on the tv in my hotel room. They went into full details, ending the story with "What does this mean for young Tierra Wells?"

What did this mean for me?

It meant, I didn't eat the heart.

I stabbed it, with a knife Jaime carved for out of stone.

My mother didn't use my skeleton as a coffin for her carcass. I didn't allow her to leave me with the guilt of her decisions.

Her choices.

I didn't look at her death as a loss, but rather a gain.

I gained my freedom. My happiness. My true happiness, that wasn't altered artificially due to ignorance.

My parents wants to see me today.

It's my birthday, and my whole family is here today.

Today I am 18.

Diaz is with me at my parents house. She's the only one to tell me she's sorry for my mother dying.

Everyone else probably saw it as a blessing, the Crone finally dying.

The condo suite is loud this time, vibrant.

I hear multiple voices besides Tina's and Malik's. Those must have been my siblings.

I enter, and it's like the room has frozen. I'm prepared to be bombarded with hugs.

They're all talking at once, I can't catch anything.

I look over to Diaz, receiving a sympathetic look. "Okay, I know you guys are excited but your big sister is hard of hearing, so one at a time please." She states for me.

The tall one steps up to me, bringing me into a hug. "Turtle," He calls me, and boy am I sick of nicknames. He pulls apart, looking down on me. "Do you remember me calling you that?"

I shake my head. "It's the first word I taught you to sign. Of course, at the time we didn't know you were deaf." He goes on into the story of how he was point to things and signal them for me, that being our communication for him to tell Tina and Michael when I was hungry.

I nod, not wanting to be rude.

The whole time I don't talk much. It seems everyone has their own personal story to share with me about me being back, and what they remember from me.

I listen.

I stay with them the whole day, leaving around 8pm when my social battery had been drained.

Diaz is kind enough to escort me back to my room. "So," She signs.

"So, what?" I ask her obliviously.

"You have your family back. You have a completely new life ahead of you. What doesn that mean for Schenell Manning?"

There was the million dollar question.

The question everyone seemed to want the answer to. "I don't know." I say with my mouth as we stopped in front of the door.

She nods, understandingly. "Well," She says as she reaches into her back pocket. She hands me a white envelope. "I hope this could help you figure that out." She tells me.

I looked down at it, and back up to her. "What is this?" She smirks.

"Open it and find out. Schenell, I hope all goes well for you." She ensures me once again before walking off.

I unlock my room down. I walk in, and take a seat on the couch.

The no lettering on the envelope to let me know where it's from.

I rip it open. Skimming through the letter.

It was Mom's will.

She left the house to me. Along with over $500,000 she saved over the years from working as a strenographer.

Now it made sense.

Why she had to kill herself.

She couldn't take care of me from prison, but she knew if she died, everything would go to me, and i'd be okay forever.

I drop the envelope on the table, running my hands through my hair as I cried.

I cried for the death of my mother, and how now, I wish I could have stayed with her. I'd follow her anywhere, to any country. I just missed her. But I couldn't let her hurt anyone else.

I couldn't let her hurt me anymore.

I cried for the little girl that I was too late to save. I couldn't save Tierra Wells from Sheyla Manning.

But I could save Shelly. At least I saved Shelly, the little girl held captive in the Crone's ice cage.