Miami's POV
I can't move.. Talk... Think.. Eat... Nothing. All I can do is wonder why... Why would terry turn himself in when his baby is due in 7 months. Why would he turn himself in when he knew I wouldnt b able to function right. Why would he turn himself in without me knowing why.
It was Saturday & all me & Kayla did was cry & sleep. But we ran out of tears after a,while. Now she was out at the doctor while I was stuck here to pack. Why did I have to move with them. I barely know them. What if she was an alcoholic or a drugee or had a million babies running around.
What if he was there. What if he turned into an abusive drunkiee or even worse.. Why couldn't I stay with my aunt or Kayla. I'll rather live,with winter then go live with them.
But I had no choice & Tbh idec. I just want Terry back along with our regular normal lives. Thinking of this I break down crying all over again. I didn't want to go there, I didn't want to b in this situation. God why me ? Why terry ? Why put Kayla & T.T Liyah in this ? Why ?
I pick myself back up & drag myself to the bathroom. I look in the mirror & wasn't even surprised when I saw my horrific reflection. My eyes had bags under them, lips white, blood shot red eyes, face tear streaked, hair looking like a birds nest & crust all around my lips & eyes. I stunk too..
I take a deep breath. Miami.. U will get through this. U have to get through it. Its not the end of the world. U just have to breathe through it & stay strong.
I smile at myself for the positive vibe I gave myself. Times will get hard. Life is hard. I just have to live through it & be strong.
I take another deep breath & strip from my dirty clothes, stepping in the shower. I let the warm water relax my muscles & my stress. There's nothing better than a hot shower after a long stressful time. I stand there letting the water relax me more & more until I finally start washing up.
After washing up a couple times, I finally wash my tangled hair.
After that I step out the shower, wrapping a towel around my hair & my body. I make sure my towel is tied tight around my body before stepping up to the sink to wash my face & brush my teeth. Then I walk into my room to start lotioning up.
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After putting lotion on & putting on my under garments I sit down @ my vanity & start on my wet hair. I brush through it, then comb all the Knaps out. I didn't feel like doing anything to it so I threw it into a curly bun.
I go to my closet & pull out my denim booty shorts & a orange half shirt. I put it on & spritz on my purfume along with my Deo, then I put on my clear lip gloss.
Time to get to work......
I pull out 5 suitcases from the back of my closet & 4 big travel bags. I take all my shirts (still on the hangers) & lay them in my suitcases. I zip those 3 suitcases up & put them to the side. Then I take all my jeans, take them off the hanger & fold them neatly to put them in my suitcase.
I zip those 2 suitcases up & put them to the side along with my other 3. Then I take all my bras, underwear, tanks, pj's , dance clothes, work out clothes, bikini's & socks & put them all in my 2 Nike sport bags.
I stand up & look around...... A lot more to go.
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It was around 4 when I was done packing my shoes, makeup, more clothes, covers, books etc. Away. A nice solid 7 hours of straight packing. Now all that was left in my room was my naked bed, a desk, my vanity & an empty closet, dresser & bathroom. Yes I did take EVERYTHING out if the bathroom except the shower curtain, rugs & toothbrush holder.
I can't believe I would be leaving this house for idk how long. I would miss my room, these hallways, even the basement I barely ever went in. I walk out my room , down the hall & stop in front of Terry's room door. I push it open slowly & immediately the smell of his cologne hits my nose.
I walk in & take a look around taking everything in for the last time. His messy bed, clothes on floor, one closet door open, books messy on his desk, an empty soda can on his nightstand. Everything. I walk up to his dresser & take one bottle of his favorite cologne, a picture of him & me at the beach, a pocket knife & a pack of gum.
I open his dresser drawers & take some of his shirts & boxers out (to wear as boy shorts) & a couple stacks of hundreds hidden in a loose board in his drawer. I then walk to his bed & take his favorite cover that I bought him for his birthday.
Why am I doing this ? Because iknow he would want me to have these things.
I walk back to my room & pack away these things before grabbing as many bags as I can & walking downstairs, putting them by the door. I continue doing this until every bag is downstairs by the door.
Then I walk upstairs & grab my shoulder bag off my vanity putting my phone, lip gloss, phone charger, Terrys wallet & his stack of hundreds in my bag.
"YOU READY MIAMI?"
I jump at the sound of my aunties voice. I grab my jacket & head downstairs to see T.T Liyah by the door , keys in hand. I nod once I reach her & grab some bags. I walk outside & put every bag in my trunk &in the back seat of my car.
I get in my car & start it up ready to follow T.T Liyah to her house. The radio plays my favorite song but I can't sing along. I'm numb. I have no feeling inside of me. I'm neutral.
I follow behind her for a good 20 minutes until we turn the corner & she stops in front of a house.
I get out the car & take a long look at the house before T.T Liyah honks 2 times. The door opens & out steps the woman I haven't seen in over 12 years.
My mother
