The Cover Up

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The twins in the MM 🥰❗️

Sooo imma try to start putting more pictures through out each chapter just for more images so y'all can imagine more. Even if it's nothing but showing one of their cars, to their outfit, to even a selfie they've taken. I just want more pictures in here, and also I want to start adding songs and videos in the MM that will relate to the chapter... sounds nice? Good! I didn't proof read so please excuse mistake and I know this is boring I'm just ready to get to the good part ❗️😩

*Teresa's P.O.V*
I needed all of them to leave so I can make some very important phone calls. I'm really giving up on this life thing and this is not like me at all. I try to act like I'm fine which I'm supposed to, but I'm not and I can't do it anymore. I just didn't want my kids ever worrying about me.

I know they probably can't live without me but I do let them do things on their own when I could have done it for them so they know how to work for things. I can be one of those parents that spoiled their kids rotten but my kids where never spoiled like they could have been. I wanted them to grow up knowing how to do things on their own because I been knew about my sickness and never knew when I would leave.

I need to get some things done before I leave though. I pulled the covers back off of me and got out of bed. I may seem fine but I'm still in a lot of pain. I think that's what's killing me, me trying to act like I'm ok when I'm not.

I walked over to the chair and grabbed my phone out the pockets of the pants I had on the pervious day. Ive gotten a lot of missed calls and texts but I'm only worried about two calls right now. I went to my call log and dialed a number and waited for someone to answer.

*Phone Conversation*
"Where are you? We've been worried sick about you." He said as soon as he answered the phone

"Listen I'm in the hospital... again. Our little meet up yesterday ended up getting deadly. I'm ok. Just in a lot of pain but where is he?" I asked him

"He's sleeping right now. Poor baby cried himself to sleep after smoking two 97 blunts."

"297 blunts?? What is that??" I questioned

"Ohh I forgot... nothing. Umm are you sure you're ok?" He asked me

"No honestly Trav, I'm giving up I'm really ready to go. I can't do this thing called life anymore. I'm tired and I'm tired of being tired." I sighed

"Noooo. You can't be ready to go. You just got your son back and you think you can just leave like that. What about all of these answers you need? What about the memories you need to make? The Birthdays you missed. You can be there for them now. He's back in your life. You are really lucky to even have your son back because everybody else really lose the people that they bury. You really think you can give up on all of this now, give up on him now. He can't take that right now. You haven't even got the chance to talk to your son yet. Everything been going wrong we need something to go right for a change. We really been going through some shit in just 2 days. That's crazy, just be the something that goes right today. You daughters can't do this thing called life on their own and you know it. If you're giving up just imagine how they feel. Especially if they lose you." Travis told me

Everything he was saying was true. I finally got him back but I'm ready to give up now. I can't leave him though. He's making me realize that I need to hurry and reconnect the family but first I need to speak to him alone. Without his sisters knowing he's here yet.