Jesus is the Answer.

VI.

London.

Christian and I eventually got out of the hospital and went back to my house. I asked to go to McDonald's, but then he reminded me of my outfit.

He parked and we got out of the car. We strutted toward the door and opened it. We both continued to strut as we got inside. Omari looked disgusted in us.

"WHEA' DA FUCK WAS Y'ALL?" He snapped.

"Hell na', he ain't talkin' ta' me. Christian, check ya frand." I stated, as I went to my room.

I walked straight into my bathroom, flushed the toilet, and turned on the shower. I didn't wanna hear they shit.

I stripped and hopped in the shower, as I felt the hot water loosen my muscles. I slathered myself with soap, and showered. I turned the shower off when I was done, wiped myself, and hung my towel up.

I brushed my teeth and put lotion on. I walked into my room and slipped my undergarments on. I put on a black sports bra and a baseball jersey. I also put on some jeans shorts. I plopped on the bed, on my stomach and laid there. My face was down on the pillow and I felt my muscles relax.

I heard a slight knock on the door.

"Cuh' ennn." I said, faced down.

Whoever came in jumped on top of me. I turned on my back and I saw Isaiah's face.

I cheesed."Bess fraaaaaaand!"

He cheesed along with me. "Bruh, you done left me in dis house wit' Omari's ass."

I laughed. "My baaad. I ain't 'een kno' what was goin' onn."

He whispered in my ear. "Did ya get sum?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me. "Nigga. I was inna hospital. Yeen 'een ask meh wha' happened."

"Whateva. Wha' happened?"

"Go ask Christian, since ya wanna be mean an' allat."

"Bruh." He straight faced me.

"Dead ass. Not 'een playin'. Na' bye." I pointed to the door.

"I wanna hug doeeeee."

I bear hugged him and pointed to the door.

He pouted, then left.

A couple seconds later, Christian walked in and closed the door. I could feel my face brighten just a little. He laid horizontally on the bed.

"So, wha' happened down thea'?"

"Omari started yellin' at meh, tryna be like we had sex an' shit-

"What?"

"Yeh. He wah' bein' like 'yeen pick uh mah calls' and shit."

"He ackin' like y'all married or sumn."

"Nah. He ackin' like y'all married. He like ya on sum slight shorty."

My eyes widened. "Shit."

"Mhm."

"But don't you l-

"We ain't 'een gon' go ova dat. Last night wah' enough."

I laughed.

"But I came hea' to ask ya sumn. An' I don't need an ansa' right na'."

"Shoot."

"You rememba' we was best frands bahfo'?"

"Yeh, I do Christian. I rememba' everything." My thoughts said. But I couldn't get my mouth and voice to say that. I shook my head.

He sighed. "Aight. Lemme kno' if ya eva' do."

"Ok."

He got up and left. I put my face in my pillow and screamed with all my might. Damn. I got up and locked the door.

I decided to do something I hadn't done in years. I went into the back of my closet and grabbed the box.

It wasn't just a regular box. And it wasn't an average sized box either. It was one of those extra huge boxes kids got for Christmas. It had cards, pictures, jewelry, letters, collages, and some other weird stuff.

I picked up a picture that had my mom and I. I remember that day so well. It was my first day of kindergarten. She told me that I didn't have to go. I could basically start a year later. But I told her no, and with that, she registered me.

My first day of kindergarten was filled with tears, hugs and kisses. I was so excited to explore what it felt like to be a kindergartner. She was so sad that her baby girl was gonna leave. When she hugged me, tears were already bursting out of her eyes.

I started weeping, remembering those memories. God. I miss my momma.

I grabbed a picture that had Christian, my mom, and I in it. Christian and I were about two or three. We all made funny faces in the camera and my momma just shot a peace sign up.

There was lots that were of Christian and I. Then there was one. One that had us both in flower crowns, because we claimed we were "90s' kids". Life was great.

I used a stray hoodie on my bed to wipe my face, but as soon as I took it off my face, a fresh set of tears appeared.

I heard the door knob jiggle as it opened. I looked up to see Christian. He quickly closed the door and came over to my bed.

"Bess' frand." He said smiling.

I broke out into more tears. "I miss ha' Chrissy! She juss' had to leave in da middle of da bullshit!"

"She got digits?"

"Nigga, do you not hea' meh? SHE'S GONE." Tears flowed like Niagara Falls.

"I asked, does she gotta numba'?" He said calmly.

"Wait." I saw a piece of paper earlier. I scrambled to find it and I handed it to him.

He whipped out his phone like he was whippin' the yam. He dialed the number and handed the phone to me. It rang until I heard a "hello".

"Uh, hi."

"Migh' I ask who ya are?" I recognized that voice from anywhere.

"Londeezy."

She shushed everyone in the background. "London? IS THAT MAH BABY?!"

I sobbed out. "It's me mama. It's me."

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