I Crave Murder

Not A Match

    I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with nothing but crazy thoughts jumping around. My head is banging, my heart is racing, and my palms are begging me to release the firm grip I have on this phone. I unlocked the device and begin to read the thread , as I'm reading a familiar name pops up and my heart immediately sinks. Noony is Bo's stepbrother... Noony begins to demand freedom from the stupid bet they made the day he went fucking missing!
  Apparently, Bo paid Noony to leave the fucking state and move to California. The plan was to make it seem as if he was running away from his responsibility so it'll be easier for me to accept Bo stepping in. As I read ahead... The official deal was for Noony to get me pregnant, leave suddenly so Bo can swoop in and save the fucking day. I was about to call my friend Cherry over because I needed to get some fucking clarity of the whole situation. Minutes later someone named Diamond left him an intense voicemail.

    ... * Beep * " meet me with ArMon at the corner store by Noony's house or I'm gonna tell her the truth about you".

So now I'm livid. My fucking blood is boiling because you unknown bitch what the fuck do you want with my son ? The car door slammed shut I heard heavy footsteps drowning the music. My heart skips and I'm feeling a little dizzy because of the unexpected events And piping hot tea of new information. He came in bloody, scratches on every  sculpted feature on his face, his eyes screamed danger and he reaked of sweat with a hint of vanilla.
He quickly bursted into the bedroom, he grabbed ArMon and dangled his short chubby sweet body over the balcony and told me if I even breathed too loud he would drop him. My vision became blurry, my voice hoarsed, my hands started to tremble and my mind went blank. Surprisingly my legs we're moving , moving full fucking force towards my ArMon... My baboy.

I was reaching out to him when I looked to Bo longingly- he dropped him! I immediately rushed downstairs to the sidewalk and everything went silent... it was as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest , cut open and burned.
I held my babyboy , his little chubby body trembling underneath me and I prayed, and prayed, and prayed until the ambulance came to take him away. 

My bestie...since middle school dropped my baby from the balcony , it's hard to process this shit. How the fuck could he do this to me,. I thought I fucking knew him. I thought he cared about ArMon... about me.

He dropped my son.. in my face. I saw him, I saw  ,  my sweet baby boy just lying there. He was scared, in pain, cold .. he was aching ..I was too. 

After the ambulance took my son to ICU I headed there and tried to contact Noony, but still no answer. I approached the doctor immediately after parking. He couldn't tell me anything at the moment. I was sitting in a empty waiting room with nobody to console me, but my horrific thoughts. After countless hours of waiting, Dr. Garrette called me to the back. He begin to tell me ArMon is stable, but he doesn't have much time. He explained he needed a blood transfusion and that I needed to make a decision quick.
Well that was a no brainer, after a few cold doors and a needle ... Dr. was on his way to ArMon. Shortly after he reenters the room with a puzzled look on his face. I ran to him quickly and asked what went wrong.?

Then ,there it happened.... again, my knees went wobbly.. my heart jumped more than usual, my mouth became extremely dry, and my eyes begin to shut... i never knew five words could cause so much stress ....

1. You
2. Aren't
3. A
4. Match
5. Layla

Yup i was fainting because WHAT THE FUCK??!!!!.