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Milo sat silently, watching Jahseh fondle with pen and paper. Her eyes remained on him, watching his every move. She found herself unable to peel her eyes off of him, his movements became intriguing.
Her head shot forward when he looked her direction. He sat there for a while before standing up and coming toward her.
He squatted.
"You think I'm pretty or sum?" he chuckled, followed by a head tilt. Her eyes squinted at him in intense agitation, huffing and looking away before answering his ever so comedic question.
Her head then turned back towards him. "No, I'm wondering when you gon let me get the fuck outta here." she responded. Her leg bounced up and down, as she looked into his dark eyes in irritation.
Jahseh sighed. This sigh was then followed by a quiet chuckle.
Due to the transition from night to morning the sky reflected a navy blue, still clear from any white clouds.
He stood up, sitting back on his bed. His elbows rested on his knees, as he let another huff leave his mouth.
Her lack of knowledge on the time only pushed her to use her surroundings to give her small indications and signs as to what the time could be. Milo looked through the small gap that the black curtains presented to her, seeing the colour of the sky. 4:00am she guessed.
"Say something! You had a bunch to say earlier. Fuck wrong with you-"
His head darted towards her. He stood with speed, taking her by surprise. He marched towards her grabbing her by her neck, tightly on the jaw. "Ain't shit wrong with me," he gritted, staring deep in her eyes, radiating nothing but rage and anger. "Don't speak on shit yon' know. I was put in this fucking situation witcho spoilt ass. Be fucking grateful that ian blown ya brains yet, you hear me?"
Hot tears streamed down Milo's eyes. Tight grip around his wrist, she groaned in pain craving and begging for the feeling of air. They traded looks of anger, both of their bloods boiling. Once again, the tension was intense between the both of them.
The sound of a ringtone was heard, causing Jahseh to turn his head back. It was only seconds until he let go of her jaw; a large gasp left from her mouth. The phone that rang did not belong to him he noticed - "Put it down now! Put it down now please!" she pleaded.
She was very sure as to who it was calling her phone. Milo continued to shed tears of distress as Jahseh picked her still ringing phone. "Mama? Oh she's worried about where you are fosho."
Milo continued to shed tears as she felt taunted by the thought of Jahseh answering the phone. She winced in fear. "Please." she muttered.
....
The roads were seemingly empty, sky becoming lighter within time. Kassandra was close to her destination, she knew this by the automatic recognition of the area that she was at.
She breathed in and out, looking left and right before she crossed the road. She walked into the white building once greeted by it.
A woman wearing all white sat at the reception area. The seating area was completely empty, the sound of the small tv hung up on the wall roamed through the halls. "Hello, I'm here to see Marcie Fredson." Kassandra spoke.
The nurse nodded, "Room 207. Down the hall, take a left." Kassandra nodded, thanking the nurse and began making her way.
As she walked, the sight of all the patients within the facility brought a bad feeling in her stomach. The doctors that strode hurriedly through the halls also brought her strong discomfort.
Finally, she made it. Room 207. Peeking through the iridescent glass, she felt permitted to come in. She pushed the door forward, a loud creek followed behind her.
"Hi baby." her weak voice spoke. "Hi mama. How are you?" Kassandra reached out for her hand, her mother slowly lifting it up to meet with hers. Her shaking hand laid in Kassandra's, giving her a frail smile.
"I'm okay baby. I'm trying to get through, day by day." her mother looked ahead, then back at Kassandra giving her the same smile that was given before. "I'm saving money for that surgery mommy." Kassandra confirmed.
"You better. That's the least you can do. After all these years you've disappointed me, this may regain all of-"
"I try! I fucking try, so hard. All the things I do, you throw it in my face-"
Marcie jerked her hand away from Kassandra, anger taking over her face. "You don't try hard enough. You don't even attempt. You haven't achieved or done anything for me or this family,"
Kassandra balled her fists.
"You ain't shit Kassandra. I will die here stuck to that."
Tears streaming down her eyes, she stormed out of the hospital room. The feeling of heat balled up in her chest once she made it to the streets again.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Quickly wiping her tears, she answered the phone.
"Hello?" she greeted, breathing in and out. The wind blew harshly against her body, wrapping her arms around herself tightly. "Hello, Kassandra is it?" Kassandra scratched her head, anxiousness running through her fingers.
The moment the question was asked she knew exactly what was desired of her. Even though she's done this quite a few times, a nervous tremble still took over her entire being. She answered "Yes, what can I do for you tonight?" With a tight grip on her phone she nibbled on the loose skin on her thumb, waiting for a response. "A lot of things, you can do a lot of things for me."
Kassandra cracked an uneasy smile, looking down at her feet she spoke. "Okay. So where tonight am I meeting you, hm?"
The deep voice returned "How bout Heartbreak hotel?" he questioned.
Kassandra hummed, letting a drawn out exhale leave her mouth. "Sounds perfect baby."
