Chapter 30
|Alyana Owens|
I can't believe what I did. Now I'm stuck in prison for the next twenty years of my life. Why couldn't I just let him be in Mikhail life? Why did I lie? Why did I fight him? Now my son is gone, Keith is gone, and Jacob wants nothing to do with me. I wouldn't blame him one bit. I fucked up big time now I'm paying for it. I've only been here two months and already got jumped, stabbed twice, and raped three times.
I tried writing to Keith and Mikhail, but I never got a letter back. I don't even know how their doing. Hell I don't even know if their alive or dead because a stupid choice I made. My son could be dead or fighting for his life.
This isn't the life I wanted for myself. I should've did what was right in the first place. I should never had left Keith to begin with. My momma told me things were going to happen, but I didn't listen. I ignored the dreams until she finally stopped visiting me. I'm a disgrace. Everything I worked for is gone. I don't have my son, no Keith, no Jacob, no friends, no family, no freedom, no home to go home to, nothing. I was just so angry that he was able to get my son. I felt like I would never see him again. But look where it got me. A twenty year sentence.
I just wish I could take everything back.
|Keith Daniels|
It's been so long since I've seen my parents or my sister. I just hope they still live in the same house.
This morning I got up wanting to see them again even if they wanted nothing to do with me. I just wanted to feel my mother hugging me and telling me everything was going to be alright. I wanted my sister to irritate me or get on my nerves like she always did. I wanted my dad to say he still loved me and that he was proud of what I had become. That's all I ever wanted. And I want stopping till I got just that.
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"Daddy where are we?" Khail asked looking around as I drove down the street to my parents house.
"We going to my mom and dad house." I said. He nodded still looking out the window. Khail has a photographic memory. Once he sees something one time he'll remember it. So nothing gets passed him.
I finally pulled up into the driveway. My childhood home. It still looked the same just updated. For some reason I got nervous. But Mikhail was already out the car knocking on the door.
"What the hell? When did he even get out?" I asked myself. He too fast for his own good. The door opened and he was talking to my mom. She haven't aged a bit since the last time I seen her. They were talking. I quickly got out the car making my way toward them. My mom looked up at me and started crying.
"Keith." She said in shock. I nodded. She pulled me into a hug crying.
"Women the air is on! Who is that at the door?" I hear my dad yell coming closer to the door.
"S-Son?" He stuttered looking at me. His hair was a salt and pepper color. He look a little bigger. He had on some jeans and a white t shirt.
"I missed you so much son. I'm sorry we put you out. We're so sorry." He cried hugging me.
"Daddy! I have to pee pee move." Khail said interrupting us. Leave it to him to scream that out. I chuckled looking down at him.
"Come in. Your sister and brother would be so happy to see you." My mom said. Brother? I was confused. I have a brother?
"I have a brother?" I asked. She nodded pulling me into the dining room were a lady who looked familiar, a man, two kids, another girl, and a boy sat around the table talking and eating. Well he not a boy he look about 18 or 19. The familiar lady looked up at me with tears streaming down my face.
"K-Keith." She called getting out her chair. I nodded looking at her closely. This woman was my sister. She'd grown a lot over the years. She should be 23 now we're four years apart. Someone cleared their throat making us pull apart. Damn I missed my sister.
"Ma who is this?" I'm guessing this is my little brother.
"This is your oldest brother Keith." He looked at me shocked. Shit what shocked me the most was he got up to hug me too.
"I'm Raymond, but everybody call me Ray." He said. I nodded.
"This is my son Mikhail, but call him Khail for short. Khail say hi to your uncle and auntie." I said. He was acting all shy knowing damn well ain't nothing shy about him.
"Hi." He blushed. This little boy gone be the death of me.
My mom fixed us a plate. Okay I missed her cooking so why not show up on Sunday at dinner time. I learned that Trinity was married to Johnathan for two years now. They have a five and three year old. My nephews. My brother just started college and the chick that was sitting next to him was his girlfriend of five years. They told me everything I missed since I've been gone.
"So what do you do now Keith?" My sister ask. We were sitting around the table eating red velvet cake that my mom made. Khail had cake all over his face. I cleared my throat.
"I own my own business." I said. The table got quiet.
"You still in that gang?" My dad asked. I'm surprised he wasn't mad about that the way he asked.
"No I left all that behind me six years ago. I put myself through school and got a degree in business. I'm the owner of KD&Co." I said.
"Wait your the owner of KD&Co?" My brother asked. I nodded.
"So your the one that funded for our old middle school so they wouldn't close it down last year?" My sister asked. I nodded again.
"Damn." Ray said. Ma hit him upside the head.
"Language you see these kids." She said.
"My big brother doing good. I'm so proud of you."
"Me too." My dad said patting my back.
"So where is Khail mother?" My mom asked. I looked down at Khail so see him to busy eating his cake.
"I prefer not to talk about it." I said. I gave my mom a look that she knew that meant it was bad.
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Khail was knocked out in the guestroom. It was going on a little after 9.
"So Khail mother."
"Serving twenty years in prison." She gasped.
"Why?" Trinity asked.
"It was a whole custody battle thing. I guess she was mad I won full custody so she pulled out a gun and shot at me. I was shot three times and Khail was shot twice. We actually started to heal about a week ago."
"Oh my god. What is wrong with her?"
"That's the same thing I was wondering. She lied to the judge saying I beat and raped her." I explained and they listened.
"Wow. Well I'm glad you both are okay." My sister said.
"How did if feel getting shot?" Ray asked.
"It hurt like hell, but that wasn't the first time I've been shot. I was shot eleven types before and stabbed eight times."
"God really works miracles cause your still alive today." My mom said. I nodded.
It was getting late and Khail had school. I was going to work from my home office for the week. It was a two hour drive back home and Khail slept the entire ride.
I look down at my son and smile at what I helped create. I have my family back, but that one piece is still missing.
