Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

Wondering

continued

Abiah laid in her bed cuddled next to Sampson, tears flowing from her eyes. She couldn't be a mother. She could barely do her homework or chores. How could she take care of a human? She dropped her little brother for crying out loud. Abiah was a far car away from motherhood. And she knew it. But was her mom right? Would her parents be supportive? Could she even go through with an abortion? She felt sick just hearing that Irie had one. But to be the one getting it? That deepened her fears. She knew that going through 9 months with her child to give it away wasn't an option her heart could take. Now, she had to decide if she was all in or not.

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"Maybe we can get joint custody of the baby," Tori offered, running her hands along the sides of her stomach, only to realize she had walked into an empty room. "Dré?" Tori called, looking around the bathroom and closet to see them both vacant. "Crap," Tori whispered. She immediately scurried to intercom, hitting the button for the entire house. "Irie! You're in charge. I'll be back," she called, not knowing that the one person in charger was also MIA.

The fearful wife gathered her things and head to the garage to see her husband truck missing. On sight, Tori hopped in her car and sped to the one place she was sure husband had ran off to after hearing the news.

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Over seventeen miles away, Irie and Reggie sat in Irie's car by the bluff of a ridge by the beach. "It's not fair that I'm not allowed to voice my opinions in my own house. I don't think it's right that Abiah gets to do whatever she wants without a consequence. All I said was that I didn't think her rape was the first time she'd had sex," Irie continued to express. Reggie tried to hide his expression of disgust and shrugged he thought of Abiah as his sister, because of how long he and Irie had been together. And Abiah didn't deserve for her sister to think less of her because of previous actions compared against her trauma.

"Okay, so your sister is a reckless hoe. What now?" He asked with the straightest face. Irie was taken back a bit.

"Hey, she's not a hoe," Irie immediately defended.

"Hey, that's what you said. She deserved to be raped because she was a reckless hoe with a body count higher than her IQ," Reggie highly exaggerated. Irie shook her head.

"Why would I—" Irie finally realized what he was doing. "Oh," she mumbled. Reggie smirked.

"That's what it sounds like when you say that stuff. What happened to Abiah is sadly not uncommon, but she shouldn't be treated as if her personality or past habits had anything to do with it. Those are two separate clauses. Her rape was not a consequence to doing what she wanted. Her rape was just that. A pedophile using his power over a child and defiling her because he could," Reggie said. Irie sunk into her seat, tears brimming her eyes.

"Oh my gosh," Irie mumbled. She never meant for it to sound like that. Now, she understood why her mom was so upset with her. She had to apologize, to both of them.

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Tori pulled up to a familiar house, slightly pissed and hopped out of her car. Her jacket was open, exposing her baby bump through her tank top. But she didn't have time to worry about her secret, she needed her husband. Tori knocked on the door and waited a moment before Izzy opened it in a short, cute but beside the point, skin tight dress. That infuriated Tori even more. "Tori! What are you doing here?" Izzy smiled, tucking her glass of wine into her body as Tori came in.

"Have you seen André?" Tori asked. The mentor, realized this was not a social call and shut her door. She walked around Tori and couldn't help but notice the bump between her hips.