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He laid in the comforts of his bed, one with warmth, intertwined with the soft of his sheets. He felt a cool breeze from above him hit his forehead multiple times, waking him up slightly, eyes still remaining closed.
He didn't see himself getting up anytime soon, and if he was made to get up, he already knew what his mood would be like. Soon, this breeze became icy, therefore making it unbearable, having him sit up sharply to shut the window that was planted above him.
Reaching to grab the handle, he pulled back, a slightly loud bang echoed through his room. The window was now closed. He exhaled, falling back down onto his bed, laying down backwards on his stomach, his cold feet on his pillow.
He closed his eyes again, hoping that he'd fall back into his slumber. This attempt was interrupted, when the creaking of his door was heard, he still didn't lift his head.
Light subtle footsteps were heard, and a familiar scent immediately spread through the room.
Eventually, the footsteps stopped, as he felt this company hover over him. A sigh was caught, then a quiet clicking of a tongue, then a blow of boredom - the light breath stroking his cheek.
"Hey, get up." The flats of someone's fingers tapped the arm that laid under his head. The taps light, yet desperate and impatient. He then felt the presence watch over the stillness of his body, being that he did not move.
Once again, tapping, this time more stern. These taps held no hostility or aggression, just aggravations but yet again desperation. He let out a frustrated groan, having the tapping to occur again.
"What bruh? Fuck." A sigh of bother was heard. "Get the fuck up bro." He kissed his teeth, getting up and sitting at the edge of the bed, his palms on his eyes. His arms dropped to his lap, seeing her standing - hand on hip - looking at him in disappointment.
He looked at her in puzzlement. "What?" he questioned. "Fuck you mean what? What? Are you serious? My appointment was today, and you promised you'd go with me, but you fucking didn't, as usual. Why the fuck are you like this Jahseh?"
Jahseh attempted on speaking, but a word couldn't leave his mouth before she spoke over him. "You know what, forget it. You don't give a fuck. Next time, ask me for some fucking shit again and imma act like I forgot bout that shit, cause clearly you don't give a fuck enough to come with me to my damn counselling."
"Geneva I'm sorry. A lot has been going on and it simply slipped my mind. You know what's going on with me-" She stepped closer to him, him still being sat at the edge of his bed.
"I really don't give a fuck about what's going on with you, cause to be honest, none of it is getting you anywhere. Look where the fuck you stay. In your friend's fucking basement, and when I need someone to go somewhere with me you can't even do that."
His brows scrunched inwards, having him sit up, slightly above her. "Aye, don't even try diss my position. I don't gotta go anywhere with yo ass, but I try my very best to, and if that shit ain't appreciated, then why the fuck would I even bother?"
Her fists balled, squinting her eyes up at him. "You fucked me over Geneva and I forgave you. But instead of remembering the comfort I gave, you throw my insecurities straight at my fucking face like this a game to you. You can go to your appointments on your own, ion give a fuck bro."
Geneva let her tongue glide on her teeth, knuckles clicking. "Fine. Don't call me." Her voice now monotone. She turned from him and made her way out of the door.
She left a loud slam, her heavy footsteps being heard behind the door. "Whatever bruh, honestly." He spoke, sitting back onto his bed.
- She dragged her suitcase across the ground, feeling a sharp pain in her shoulder. The more she walked, the clearer and quieter the roads became. She realised she was getting closer to where she needed to be.
Soon, Milo made it to her neighbourhood which caused her to let out a soft sigh. A sigh of relief. Her chest warmed up, as she continued to step along the roads getting closer to her destination.
Eventually, she was greeted by a road. A road that she immediately recognised, giving her slight joy. Everything seemed to be going right from here. Across the road there stood her mother's porch, lilac flowers along the sides of the ground.
Breathing in, and exhaling she walked up the white wooden steps, knocking on the pure white door. A few seconds later, the door was unlocked. Her mother's sweet smile beamed, as Milo reached in for a hug.
"Hi baby" her mother spoke, still holding onto her tightly. "Hey mummy" the two parted, Milo scanning her mother and her mother does exactly the same. "You've lost weight! Like a lot of weight." Milo let out an elated giggle holding onto her mother's smooth hands.
"Alright mummy let me get inside." she requested, waddling through the entrance with her suitcase. She stepped on the brown carpet that laid at the start of the corridor. Milo's big chestnut eyes scanned the small house, surprised that everything still remained the same.
Mint green walls, old photos of her mother, baby pictures of Milo and her siblings, the gingery scent still lingered around. Everything was exactly as she had left it. "Everything still the same." Milo stated. "Of course! It has to be. Nothin' much 'as changed" Milo's mother responded, with her thick bajan accent.
Milo stood her suitcase against the corridor wall. "But, except for one thing." Milo's mother said, with a more quiet tone. Milo frowned, being that witnessing her mother's demeanour change was slightly discomforting. "What?" she curiously questioned, stepping closer to her mother.
Milo's mother fiddled with her fingers, nervously trying her best to figure out a way she could break the news. It was difficult, being that this burden was never expected to disturb them again.
"Your father. He's found us, he's found me, he's found your brothers. He's found all of us, and we don't know what we are going to do." Milo felt her heart sink to the pits of her stomach, being that this news was simply unbearable. This left her speechless, no words left to say. "How, when?!" She exclaimed.
"I don't know, I don't know! Through social media, maybe Facebook?" Her mother suggested, yet sounding very unsure. "I'm sorry! It's all my fault. It's been so many years, and I've tried my best to keep a low profile but-" "Mummy none of that matters right now. It's about how safe you all are feeling. But it doesn't matter at all, because as long as I'm here, he won't try a thing." Milo's mother slowly nodded, soon after pulled into a hug.
The two held onto each other, Milo feeling her mother's tears on her chest.
