Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

Positively Not Okay

Sunday Afternoon
12:15 PM

The Murillo family sat around their kitchen table eating brunch. Jairus dug into his stack of waffles, Sampson made sure to have chicken in both hands at all time, while Abiah quietly pushed her food around. "Babe, why aren't you eating?" Tori asked. All eyes immediately hit Abiah, causing her to look up from her untouched plate.

"She's probably still hungover," Irie muttered, earning a glare from Tori.

"Shut up, Irie. Oh my gosh, you're so effing annoying," Abiah hit back. Tori took a deep breathe and looked to André.

"Clear the table," she growled. On that note, Jairus grabbed his plate and sprinted off to the table on the next floor below. André threw Sampson's food on his plate, grabbed the baby and did the same not too long after. Irie sat back in her seat and folded her arms as Abiah continued to use one arm to prop herself up on the table. "Iriella, what's going on? It seems like I can't say a word to her without you having an issue," Tori investigated.

"Nothing," she mumbled. Irie's eyes refused to meet anyone's, while Abiah lightly scratched her fork to her plate.

"There has to be something. So, when you wanna tell the truth, you can come back," Tori dismissed. A groan left Irie's lips as she dragged herself away from the table and towards her room. The annoyed mother, waited til she heard the door slam and turned to her other child. "B, what's up? I asked you about your period," Tori started, making Abiah noticeably upset, "and you said you didn't know. Does that mean you're late, Abiah?" Tori asked. The fifteen year old slowly nodded. A sense of anger washed over the already agitated mother, as she sat back in her seat and folded her arms over her twelve week bump. Without another word, Tori pulled out her phone.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Abiah worried, watching her mom place the phone to her ear. "Mom, who are you calling,"

"Get up here," Tori said, her eyes going dark. Abiah heard footsteps, forcing her to look back and see her father come around the corner with Busker not too far behind.

"What's up?" André asked, taking his seat at the head of the table between his wife and daughter. Abiah's eyes begged her mom not to rope her father in, but Tori did not want to hear it.

"Your daughter's period is late. Thoughts, feelings, emotions?" Tori asked. Abiah could tell her father was no stranger to what her mother was indicating. The retired basketball player ran his hand over his face and folded his arms, mimicking his wife.

"How late, Abiah?" André asked. Silence lingered for a moment, Abiah hoping that her mom would jump in. But she didn't. The stares grew heavy.

"It's only two weeks," Abiah pleaded. André took a deep breath and shot up from the table.

"I'm going to kill him!" André yelled. The women watched him fume back and forth for a moment, before he leaned over the table into Abiah's fearful face. "You're not keeping it!" His husky voice, laced with pain.

"André!" Tori growled.

"Daddy, I'm not pregnant!" Abiah yelled. André smacked the table, causing both woman to jump.

"We'll let the test tell," André muttered, leaving the table and heading to his bedroom. Abiah's face sank as she folded her arms over her abdomen.

"Why did you have to tell him?" She asked. Tori started to clear the table and clean up a bit.

"Because, B, I don't hide things from my husband. And if we what think is happening, is actually happening, keeping secrets won't help," Tori replied.

"But, I'm not. I took that pill thing," Abiah said getting up and helping her mother.

"You took it over 24 hours later. The longer you waited the less effective it is," Tori sighed. From the side of her eye, Tori could see her child staring at her brothers bottle, in fear. "Abiah, I don't want you to feel like daddy and I are mad at you. This is not your fault," Tori assured.