Soon as we arrived at the hotel, my mom fed me and I ended up falling asleep right away.
I woke up between my parents on the oversized king bed.
I crawled towards my mom and shook her.
"Stop Dewayne, Aaliyah's in here." She mumbled with her eyes closed.
Her dark burgundy hair was in a messy bun exposing the tattoo right below her collarbone.
The tattoo was my name spelled in black ink with a little red heart at the end.
I crawled back to the middle of the bed and laid on my stomach staring out the window. The wind was blowing lightly and the sun was beginning to rise.
"Pretty.." I muttered to myself.
After a few minutes I decided to crawl over to my dad. I rubbed his face and tried to wake him up.
"Dada."
"Huh?" He said rubbing his eyes.
"I hungry!" I placed my hand on my stomach.
"Alright." He stretched for a few seconds then stood up and pulled me in his arms.
My dad didn't have a shirt on exposing all of his tattoos. His caramel chest was filled with many different things. Similar to my mom's tattoo he had, 'Aaliyah Carter' in black ink across his chest.
My stomach growled really loud and I jumped. My dad walked around the bed and stood in front of my mom who was laying peacefully. She had on a white polo t-shirt with some grey leggings.
"Naomi wake up, Aaliyah's hungry." he said nudging her a little.
"Give her the bottle I made before I fell asleep, it's in the fridge." she groaned.
"Me too." my dad said.
"What?"
"I'm hungry too..."
"Dewayne if you don't get yo ass in that kitchen and make some food." She frowned turning over.
My dad smirked, "Don't say nothing when I burn this hotel down." He said walking towards the door.
"Oh my gosh," my mom yelled jumping out of the bed. "You can't do anything without me!" She brushed past us and into the kitchen.
"Mommy mad?" I poked my lips out.
"Nah." My dad said placing me down on the bed.
He walked over to the dresser and grabbed my pink onesie. He bathed me in a small baby tub for about fifteen minutes then dressed me. After he tried to comb my curly afro.
"AHH!" I cried.
"Okay okay." he said putting the comb down and picking me up.
"lets go eat."
When we reached the kitchen the food covered my nose.
"Food!" I cheered getting excited.
"Yeah, food!" my dad cheesed while tickling me. I giggled and moved around in his arms. He kissed my forehead and placed me in a high chair.
"Look at my pretty girl!" my mom grinned walking towards me.
"I'm about to feed you in a minute baby." She said rubbing her hand over my hair and walking back to the stove.
"What about your other baby?" My dad asked kissing her neck and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She laughed and continued cooking.
My mom was about to fix my food until someone started pounding on the door.
"Who the hell is that?" My dad asked looking towards the door.
"Maybe room service, go put a shirt on." She shrugged cutting the stove off.
My mom tip toed her way to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Hello Ma'am this is Detective Carl and Officer James. Open the door we would like to talk to you."
"Shit!" My mom mumbled looking around.
"Who is that?" My dad frowned coming out of the room and adjusting his shirt.
"Hello? Mrs.....Carter open the door or we will be forced to kick it down!"
My mom stared at my dad and mouthed the words 'what do I do'
My dad grabbed my bottle from the fridge and picked me up from the high chair.
"The window." He said.
She nodded then turned back towards the door.
"Just a minute!" She called. She rushed into the room with us and locked the door.
My dad held my baby bag on his shoulder while holding me securely in his arms.
We were on the second floor so we weren't that far up from the ground. My mom looked out the window and panicked.
"Dewayne how the fuck am I going to be able to do this with this big ass suitcase!" She yelled tugging at it.
My dad grabbed the keys and placed them in his sweatpants.
"Calm down baby, throw it down first, then jump." He said kissing her.
"MRS. CARTER WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO KICK DOWN THE DOOR! IF YOU ARE NEAR WE ADVICE YOU TO MOVE BACK!"
"I hungryy!!" I cried.
"You got her bottle?" My mom asked looking back at the door.
"Yeah." My dad said pushing the shades away from the window. He opened the window and looked back at my mom. Tears were falling down her cheeks.
The front door being kicked down was the last thing I heard before my dad jumped. He landed in the grass on his back protecting my body.
He stood on his feet fast, "NAOMI JUMP!" He yelled.
My mom threw the suitcase first then jumped. She landed on her back and groaned. My dad pulled her arm and helped her get up.
"They're coming!" My mom cried holding the suitcase and looking up at the window.
The officer and detective were on the phone staring down at us and pointing.
"Come on!" My dad said heading towards the car, "Damn the tires flat!"
"Fuck!" My mom yelled.
"Fuck it, we gotta run." My dad said crossing the street and running. My mom followed behind us, but she struggled to hold the suitcase.
"Shit." My dad said looking at the police car in front of us and turning around running the other way.
"Dewayne!" My mom cried out.
They hopped out of the car and pointed their guns at us.
"PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND! YOU RUN, WE SHOOT."
"Man fuck y'all! I got my daughter in my hands." My dad barked.
"PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND! NOW."
I wrapped my arms around my dad's neck. Tears poured out of my eyes as they squatted slowly.
The officers were still yelling out commands.
"One," My mom mumbled.
"Two," My dad mumbled back.
"Three."
My mom threw the suitcase and my dad held on to me tighter as they sprinted down the road with gunshots shooting at us.
My mom dropped to the ground and screamed in pain. She was holding on to her leg while blood leaked from it.
"MOMMY!" I cried loudly.
