I drive slowly down the street, staring at my phone. There's no going back. Nevaeh's out there. Me and Bec waited a bit longer to reveal her face and name this time. Zakai's photos were released two days after his birth. He was on the news, in the papers, all over social media and shit. It kinda upset us that we didn't get to enjoy him for ourselves.
This time, instead of two days, we took two weeks. People love our kids, and we appreciate all the 'internet aunties' and whatnot, but at the end of the day, we're the ones raising our kids, not them. Somehow, we got death threats and insults for not showing her face, but we wanted to protect her for as long as possible without Tory exposing her for us.
So far, so good. There's been a few troll comments, but that's expected. I couldn't give a fuck about those lowlifes anyway. All our fan pages are going nuts, the gossip pages are going nuts. Everybody's going nuts.
I don't feel right though. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with Nevaeh's face being out there, but I just don't feel right.
Why don't I feel right?
Did I leave the water running? No. No, I turned off the tap. I carried on cruising down the street, scrolling through the comments.
Nah, I still don't feel right.
The toilet seat. I forgot to put the toilet seat down. Becca's gonna be pissed. She hates when I leave the seat up. It's been more than 10 minutes anyway. She should be done by now. She said she'd call when she's finished.
Bec. I know what the problem is now. Something's not right with Bec.
No, she's fine. But the more I drive, the more unsettled I get. Growing up in the hood does that to you. Paranoia is real. I used to jump to the worst conclusions. Trauma like that never leaves a kid. So here I am, thinking the worst, when she's doubtlessly fine.
