Chapter 17

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A/N: Sorry about this chapter being so short. I haven't been motivated to write this book much lately. But hopefully I'll get back into the swings of things. So forgive me. Love you guys. 

Tiana King

2 days later~

I feel so hurt for Zach. He is grieving. He lost his mother, the only parent that actually showed him the love that he needed.Someone took that away from them. For him and Frankie. Yes I even feel bad for Frankie. Zach flew back to Utah yesterday to go see his mother. I can only imagine how he feels right now. He is depressed. I have never seen him this way before. My dad was kicked out by my mom. He has been trying to contact us.

"Sweetie are you all set to go back to Utah?" I look up to see my mom standing by my doorway.

"Yes I am. I'm going to miss you guys so much. Wish I could stay longer but you know school can be a lot. I'll definitely be back for the summer." I say to my mother.

"Sweetie you said Faith squeezed your hand? The other day?" She asks me and I nod my head. She did squeeze my hand like she knew I was there.

"Yes she did. I think she knew I was talking to her. Mom, Faith is getting better and she will get better. Whenever she wakes up I'm going to spend so much time with her. To make up the times I didn't get to spend with her." I say before zipping up my suitcase. I grab my purse. I put on a jacket that Zac had left.

"Sweetie I think you should know this isn't your fault. I'm sorry for blaming you." She says as her voice cracks. I hug her and she breaks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't maintain this marriage with your father. He was sleeping with other woman too. I should've left him after Faith was born. I hated the fact that we pretended to be happy when you girls were around. I just wanted to make you two happy."

"Mom it's okay. You did everything you could. You are an amazing mom. I love you mom. You are always there for Faith and I." She smiles.

The car ride to the airport was just my mom and I talking. Catching up on more things. It was eventually time for me to board my airplane. My mom cries as I walk to security. Tears fall down my face. I didn't look back because I couldn't. I don't want to cry anymore then I have to.

I take a seat on the plane looking out the window. Silently crying. Crying because I miss Zach. I miss him so much to the point I can't take it. He's grieving. I'm grieving too. His mother was so nice to me. She taught me things. I wanted to help her and she wanted to help me. I bet Kevin Jones feels regret for even putting his hands on his wife. How can anybody do this to anyone. How can they look at the person they are about to kill with feeling no emotion towards the person? I hope they find who did this to her.

After the plane lands, I grab my carry on bag and call an Uber. I wait for the Uber driver to pull up and write a bit for my book. I haven't been working on it as much. Writer's block is a bitch. Whenever you think you want to write but you realize that you aren't motivated to write.

"So did you find out what I meant?" I look up to see Marie staring at me. She flashes her sweet smile. "Oh my gosh you scared me. Hey Marie." I wave at her. She sits next to me.

"Hey Ms. Tiana. I heard about Mrs. Jones' death. She was such a very sweet person. She helped me out many times. Told me about what her husband would do to her. I tried telling her to leave him. Zach is such a kind boy. Feel so bad for him. Just not for Frankie and their father. They were a broken family." She says.

"Yea I miss her so much." I say. I look down at my nails. I fidget with my hands and begin shaking. I don't' want to cry anymore.

"Ms. Tiana? If you need to talk to me please call me." She says making me feel comfort. I smile at her and she smiles back.

We talk so more. She's such a very nice person. The Uber pulls up and I hug Marie before walking off with my bags. I walk to the person's car. I get in. They ignored me the whole time not even making friendly talk so I put my headphones. Rude Uber driver. I need to go see zach before anything.  

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