Jeremiah Jones.
A phone ringing at three in the morning wakes the whole house. Grace didn't have her phone on vibrate and the loud ringing woke up Kylee and Kylee made sure to wake up everyone else.
"Oh my God is she okay? Oh my God no," Grace cries aloud. Majesty walks towards the guess room to check on her.
"What's going on," I ask walking into the guest room after finally getting Kylee back to sleep but she's still in my arms.
"Tracie committed suicide by overdosing on prescription drugs," Majesty explains with tears streaming down her cheeks while rocking a crying Grace in her arms. Damn!
"Why would she-" I hold my questions. Now isn't the time. I put Kylee back in her room and go back to Grace, MJ comes back in with a glass of ice water and we both spend hours trying to calm her down finally she cries herself to sleep. If anybody can relate I can except my parents didn't commit suicide they were killed.
Four in the morning.
I wake up hearing sniffling turning over I see Majesty in tears.
"MJ please calm down, breathe," I instruct and bring her against my chest.
"Why would she? Tyrek is just a baby and what about Grace? I don't how she's gonna get through something like this," Majesty explains.
"I did."
Majesty Morgan.
I feel numb.
Why Tracie I don't get it why would you...?
You promised me you wouldn't leave me too. Yeah my Mom came back but still Tracie was supposed to never leave.
"How did you get through it," Grace asks Jeremiah breaking the silence we had during breakfast this morning.
"Football, Majesty and God," Jeremiah answered looking into her eyes. "It gets hard sometimes, I used to feel lonely a lot but I had no family left other than Grandma Dee. You have plenty of family."
"I want my Mom though I know I have plenty of family but I want my Mom," Grace's eyes water and Kylee reaches for her like she knows what Grace is talking about. Grace lifts Kylee out her high chair and kisses and hugs her.
"Thanks Kylee J. you're the best," Grace admits.
"I want Mommy," Kylee reaches for me. I get up and take her into my arms.
"So you ready to pack we need to get on the road soon so we can get back before the funeral tomorrow," Jeremiah explains.
"I'm already packed so I'm gonna get dressed and y'all just let me know when you're ready," Grace says and walks out the kitchen.
An hour later.
All packed and ready I mean who is ever truly ready to go back home for a funeral? Especially when that person meant so much to you. I wish I would have been nicer to her from the very beginning. But at least I got to make it right with her before she left.
"Grace...." I walk to the guest room and walk in to find her on the floor with her wrist bleeding. "What the hell are you doing Grace!?"
"Getting rid of the pain," she explains watching the blood flow with the razor in her hand.
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