Ambrosine Brooks
I smiled at the text message Saint sent me before I looked up gasping hard and was staring at the barrel of a shot gun.
" My grand daughter died in a car accident as a girl. I moved away and just came back to the city...so who the hell are you and who sent you?" Anger, confusion and hurt laced her cracky voice. My heart dropped .
" W-what are you doing?"
" I'm asking the questions around here! Who sent you?!"
" A-apryl gave me your address"
" My own daughter out to get me? That doesn't make any sense! Niche told me Ambrosine died. We were at a private funeral together. He said she had no other family or friends so it was just him and I. I even spoke to a detective! You mean to tell me I'm staring at my granddaughter?! Not a chance! Who sent you?!"
I could feel my anxiety going through the roof. She began to pat me down with her gun still very close to her quickly finding the useless weapon I carried. I brought a damn knife to a shoot out.
" And you mean to tell me nobody sent you but you got this hidden?" She threw it across the table.
" I'm Ambrosine I swear! Nobody is out to get you I just really wanted to meet you. Please please don't shoot. I can leave!" I tried to keep my cool and not cry. My legs shook.
" Take your shirt off." She spoke firmly. I noticed there was a photo in her hand.
" W-what? Please don't hurt my b—"
" Now! I just need proof!"
I jumped up at her yelling towards me. I felt like I was going to pee on myself.
" Who is that man in the car watching my home?" She asked.
" Nobody for you. He is my boyfriend." I spoke firmly.
" Nobody huh? He working for Niche?" She side eyed me
" He drove me here to be safe. I am not here to harm you. I do not have contact with Niche anymore" I spoke as I was taking off my shirt and exposing my bump. Her eyes grew large once she saw my stomach.
" You're pregnant?" She shook her head.
" These young men out here stooping lower and lower getting these fast girls to do their dirty work. Show me your birth mark." She frowned examining a picture once more. I proceed to lift my bra strap a little to expose my birth mark. She kept staring back at the picture and then me.
The room filled will dead silence aside from my heavy breathing. I began to drip with sweat. Saint needed to come kick this door down as soon as possible.
" It's you?! But how? Ambrosine you were dead! How are you in my kitchen now?" She broke me out my thoughts. Her lip trembled as she dropped down to her knees in tears.
" Thank you so much lord! Thank you for bringing my baby back home to me." She proceeded to stand up and hug on to me tight.
" I thought I lost you." Her cries were hard and hysterical causing me to hold onto my face and cry. I had mix emotions. This bitch is crazy.
" I- Can I please go?" She let go ashamed of her actions. I grabbed my shirt and Saint's
knife before quickly rushing out the house. When I turned back she stood in the doorway with a look of sorrow plastered on her face. Still weeping at the sight of me, her quote on quote dead granddaughter. She slowly closed the door.
Rushing to the car I ran right into Saint which caused me to jump.
" Why are you running Ambrosine?" He frowned holding both my arms.
