Chapter THIRTEEN
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Aliyah
I laid here in the bed staring up at the ceiling of the place I use to call home before all of this started happening. Laying in my old room in my mother's house had me thinking a lot about my old life as a whole. So many things had happened since I moved out of here and part of me wish I could just move back in & everything would go back to normal. Things hadn't been the same since I moved away from here and that sucked. I'd almost lost my life twice while being away. I was back staying here now, but it was only temporary, I guess.
It's been a full week since I was released from the hospital and it feels damn good to be out of that place. I've grown to hate hospitals with a passion, other than being there to give birth to the best gift I could ever ask for in this lifetime. As for me, I have to go back there once a month for the next 6 months and my lungs will be back to normal. I couldn't believe the news the doctor told me, but I knew it was all true. That night was one of the worst nights of my life, and I have plenty to go down in the books. I could have lost my life as well as my daughter's for the second time and that hurt me the most. The memories still haunt me from then when I think about it, so I try my best to avoid the topic. That night I lost everything inside of our home except the clothes on our back and in some mysterious way the cars weren't even touched. I guess that was a good thing for us. Another good thing was that we didn't keep money in the house, so we didn't lose any money.
I sat up in the bed slowly, and stretched my arms above my head. I wiped my eyes removing all of the mucus and got out from underneath the covers. I slipped my feet into a pair of my mom's Nike slippers and went to get Amani from the crib. It was Mari's crib, but my mom allowed me to have it until we get a place and repurchased everything. I grabbed her into my arms and proceeded to go downstairs where I smelt food cooking. I didn't leave the room that often, but right now I felt the urge to do so.
I walked inside of the kitchen to see both my grandma and my mother sitting around the island with coffee in their hands like they were having a deep conversation about something. They didn't even notice me come into the kitchen until I walked into their view and greeted them.
"Hey mama, hey nana." I said to them and took a seat on one of the bar stools as I held a sleeping Amani in my arms. That's all she does now is sleep her days away. It was almost time for her to be fed again, but I decided to let my little princess get a bit more sleep before I disturbed her. She looked like she was having a nice dream, so I let her continue it.
"Hey baby girl, how you feeling today?" my mom asked, her voice laced with nothing but concern. That's all I've been getting since I moved in here. Both my mom and grandma have been waiting on the both of us hand and feet. I appreciate all of the love and concern that they have for me. Although that was a very traumatic night for me, I'm managing to hold myself together very well. I'm stronger than I thought I'd be, because I actually haven't cried as much as I should have. I had to be strong for my baby and I.
"I'm okay, I'm breathing, my baby is breathing, so I can't complain. Life has to go on." I shrugged. I've been telling myself that every since. We lost a lot that night, but we're still here, so life continues. I just know that when I find out who did this, they won't live to witness another New Year's day and that was a promise.
I'm not a violent person, but this was just too much and was taken to far. They involved a innocent baby in this and that was pure evil. That just does something to me to know that someone tried to kill me and my child, for the second time within a couple of months. They won't stop until we're dead and I won't allow them to get to us this time. I know that more than likely it's someone who's after Andre, I'm aware of that. To me, I know he still does the drug dealing, but he does it where I don't know it, It doesn't affect our time. If Andre doesn't find out who did this, then I will. I may be young and a female, but I've picked up a lot of things from this known lifestyle. I have connects and ways to get answers from the streets just like Andre does, if not more around here. After all, my dad still as high respect through these streets from being Miami's top durg dealer for well over 18 years. I'm known as Darrel Montgomery's daughter, simply by that I have just as much respect.
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