Worthy

The Morning After

----Dameon POV----

     Last night was something else. First Melia drops a bomb on me at dinner leaving me looking confused and stupid, then pops tried to test my patience. I couldn't wait to get home fast enough to be left alone but oh no Melia wants to talk about shit and I didn't. Ok wait that's not true, I wanted to talk but not while I was so pissed I'd say something I didn't mean. My only escape was I needed to focus on my homework. I was studying so long that I woke up face down on my laptop.

    I got up to find Melia, so we could talk, but she was nowhere to be found. I tried calling her but it went straight to voicemail which isn't like her; after calling her five times and still no answer I had this uneasy feeling in my stomach what if a blood clot traveled somewhere it shouldn't, and she is lying somewhere dying or dead! Panic mode had fully taken over by the time I called Wes. When he answered I could tell he was still asleep. “Hello”

“Wes”

“D? Wh- what time is it?”

“Look that don't matter Melia ain't here and ain't answering her phone and I got a really bad feeling.”

“She's fine yo”, he said as he cleared his voice. “She's asleep.”

“What wait she's there with you?”

“Damn she was right you didn't notice she left last night. That's cold even for you bruh. Look, she caught a ride over her last night.”

“LAST NIGHT! WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME OR TEXT ME TO LET ME KNOW SUM!”

“ME! WHY DIDN'T YOU NOTICE YOUR WIFEY LEAVE!”

     Damn, he had me dead to rights there. I didn't even know how to answer that.

“Look I'm finna come over there now.”

“Nah bruh she needs some space so just give it to her. I'll tell you called though I'm sure she will call you back when she ready. "

“I-”

*Click*

 Before I could say anything else, he hung up on me. All I could think over and over is she left me. I went to the room to see some of her things gone from the closet and drawers.

FUCK!

   I punched my fist clear through the sliding mirror door. I just stood there looking at the glass shards sticking out of my bleeding fist until a knock at the door snapped me outta my trance. Who the fuck was at my door this early?

“Ma,”

“Morning Dameon”, she offered with a large smile I wanted to ask what she was doing at my door, but I was so thrown off. How does she even know where I live? Better question, why is she in the hood? “After everything that happened yesterday, I bought you and Melia breakfast. I was hoping we can talk.” The moment she mentioned her name it like a sucker punched, welcoming me back to reality.

“She's not here.”

“Whe-”, she was going to ask where Melia was but my dripping, bleeding hand caught her eye, causing her to pushing her way past me as she demanded to know where her daughter was and what happened to my hand.

“She's at Wes's place. As far as my hand I found out she was there and I um sorta punched a mirror.”

   Even though I answered her questions she still looked confused. “Where's your bathroom?” she asked. I pointed in the direction as she disappeared around the corner, reappearing just as quickly with a towel and rubbing alcohol. “Sit.” She commanded, I did. She dumped the contents of a purse and located her sewing kit. Ok, I realize she's a seamstress and all, but I will never get why women carry so much shit their purses. “What happened here?” I didn't respond at first but her pulling out pieces of glass started to hurt, so I need a distraction.