C H A P T E R 2
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"Make me yours..."
Mika hesitantly knocked on the wooden door of apartment 13 as she waited patiently for someone to open. Hearing shuffling from the inside, the locks started to turn before the door swung open revealing, Marilyn, Mika's mother.
"Baby!" Marilyn flung into her youngest daughters arms, rocking her back and forth as they stayed in their tight embrace.
"Mama, let's go inside before these people come out their apartments." Mika says, walking into the small apartment she used to live in before she left to go live with Francesca.
Marilyn guided her daughter to the living room, and they sat on the old brown sofa." It's been so long my baby, I'm glad you decided to stop by."
"It's only been 2 months." Mika laughed, placing her purse on the table.
"I don't care! Two months is way too long, when are you coming back home Mika?"
"Where's Mia?" Mika asked of her older sister just so she didn't have to argue with her mother about coming back home.
Marilyn frowned knowing Mika just wanted to change the topic. Mika never asked about her older sister Mia. They haven't been on the best of terms for nearly two years.
"Don't change the topic Mahika," Mika cringed at her mother calling her, her full name." I don't want my daughter in the streets when she has a home."
"I'm not in the streets, I'm staying with Francesca mama." Mika argued.
"Francesca?...Francesca?! That girl and her crackhead friends know no better. They're probably going to force you to pop pills or go into prostitution!" Marilyn stresses.
"Francesca has been there for me since day one. I wasn't the one that chose her abusive husband over her children! That's why I left mama, I couldn't do it anymore!" She yells, tears pooling in her eyes as she remembers the night her father would beat on her and Mia while Marilyn ignored there pleas and cries.
Marilyn's face turned into a grimace." How dare you? I never chose your father over y'all! I was hurting just as much as my children!"
"I never came to hear your lies mama, just came to give you this." Reaching into her bag, Mika took out the one thousand dollars that she earned a few days ago from Power.
Marilyn stared at the money in her hands." How did you get this?"
"Don't worry mama." Mika answered, her mother didn't know she was out here shaking her ass for bands.
"Are you selling drugs?! I swear-!"
"No, I'm not mama! Just please...take the money, I have to go." She says standing up, and dusting her jeans." I love you." She whispers, bending down and pecking Marilyn's temple.
"I-I love you too baby." She answered weakly, clutching the money in her palms as her daughter exited out the door.
Stepping into the warm air of Detroit, Mika enhaled a deep breath. She waited on the curb for Francesca to come pick her up and drive them to the mall.
Fran wanted to get new heels with the child support money her baby daddy payed her and Mika was just tagging along.
When she saw the old rusted up car start to drive down the road, Mika knew it was Francesca.
