A'Lyric's POV

I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. I haven't been in a long time because I felt I didn't need it anymore. But after Braylon's suicide and confession, I've been having an eerie feeling that's something bad was gonna happen. My mind was telling me to go to my doctor but my heart? My heart was telling me to stay at home.

My momma had to pick me up from my appointment because my head gasket blew out. Today just wasn't my day. While I was waiting on my momma, it started to rain and my sew in was drenched. As soon as we arrived at home and momma ran in the house to pee and left me to get all the groceries. I was grabbing all the groceries out of the car. I hated making double trips so I put all the bags on my arms. I kicked the car door closed and made my way to the door.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a loud, heart-wrenching scream. I dropped all the groceries as I looked at the scene before me. Harmony was laid out on the floor with what looked to be blood, all over her.

"Lyriccccc!" my momma screamed at me. She was just standing there, screaming and crying.

I ran over to Harm and checked her pulse. "Momma she's alive. And this," I smelled the red, liquid substance, "this is Kool-Aid."

"Harmony! Get the hell up. This is another one of your stupid pranks," my momma yelled kicking Harm.

Harmony stirred around before finally looking up. "My head hurts." She looked around the living room frantically.

I watched her as she ran up the stairs, skipping steps. I started picking up groceries but it was like something went off in my body.

"Where my baby at? Harmony where is Malik? Malikkk!" I screamed. I was going into panic mode rushing around the groceries, running upstairs.

I collided into Harmony, making us both fall. Harmony looked flushed. She wouldn't even look me in my eyes. "Harmony where the fuck is my child?" I screamed with my face inches from hers.

"Somebo.. took him," she started.

"Whatttt? Fuck do you mean, somebody took him?" At this point, I was dragging Harmony down the stairs while she screamed for momma.

"Woah now. What in Heaven's name is going on here?" my momma yelled pulling my hand from Harmony's hair just as we got to the bottom step.

"TELL HER! TELL HER HOW YOU LET SOMEBODY TAKE MY FUCKIN CHILD!" I screamed, trying to slap her but momma pushed me back.

I patted my pockets, searching for my phone. I looked around the living room, trying my best to look for my phone through my teary eyes. I spotted it next to where Harmony was laying.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Some.. body kid..napped my son!" I said through tears.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I can't really understand you. Did you say someone kidnapped your son?"

I was already getting agitated with this woman. How did she say she didn't hear me but repeated exactly what I said? Harmony was sitting in the floor crying. I wanted to knock the tears off her face.

"Ma'am? Hello Ma'am? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Can you explain to me what happened?"

"Can you just send the fucking police? My son is getting further.."

My momma snatched the phone out my hand and explains to the dispatcher the situation. I ran my hands through my, still wet, sew in. "Fuckkk!" I yelled out in frustration.

Harmony stood up and walked over to me. "Harmony, if you take another step towards me, Ima knock you the hell out. So lea' me alone." I said through clenched teeth.

Harmony stopped in her tracks and looked at me with pleading eyes. "A, that bitch Maloni drugged me. She had to. You know I woulda put up a fight for my nephew. You outta all people gotta know this man. That lil boy means the world to me. And I,"

"I keep telling you Harm! These random ass bitches ain't cho friends damn. How many times ima have to tell you this shit dawg."

"A'Lyric watch yo damn mouth in my house," momma said shaking her head. I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. I need to hurry up and get my money stacked up, find my son so we could get far away from here.

There was a knock at the door, indicating that the police had arrived. There were about 3 of them but I wasn't in the mood for all their questions. Either you gonna help or stand around.

"I'm Officer Carter and this is my partner Officer Baker. Im sorry about your son—"

"He's my son," I snapped, walking towards the officer. "My sister was drugged and my baby was kidnapped. Tell them Harmony. Tell them everything," I was screaming at this point.

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Kalilah's Pov

I heard so many police sirens, it was scary. The bad thing about it is, they were looking for the lil boy that's downstairs. In our living room. The one that is supposed to be my nephew. If having a nephew was this complicated, I didn't want it. I had a bad feeling that shit was about to get messy.

"Lilah, you good?" Maloni asked through my closed door.

"Yea. I just don't wanna be bothered. Go away!" I yelled.

Maloni, Jayceon and my other family members thought I was crazy. After I witnessed my daddy get killed, I went mute for two years. I wasn't gaining weight, I was losing all my hair. Eventually, at the age of 7, my momma took me to a doctor who helped me talk. She was the only person who I talked to. Still to this day, 10 years later, I still see her.

I haven't been prescribed any Venlafaxine since I was 13. I've been acting bipolar only so people would ignore me and say what they wanna say, thinking I wasn't in my right state of mind. I learned some stuff about other people but nothing serious about me.

This kidnapping Maloni and Jayceon committed, I wanted no part of it. Apparently, she's dropping out of school so she could avoid the police and the twins. They had no plans of moving out of town or hiding. It was only a matter of time until someone put the pieces together and I won't be here for it.

I got out of bed and grabbed my duffle bag from the closet. I played Youtube on my iPad and I started to empty out my drawers into my bag. I didn't have many clothes because I left them all at my momma's house. I was debating on moving back in with her but we didn't get along since her boyfriend moved in.

My ringing phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at the caller I.D and saw my momma calling. "Speak of the fucking devil," I said before answering the call.

"Hey, baby. I thought you were coming over today?" she asked hesitatingly.

"Yea ma, I'm packing now. I'll call you when I'm on my way." I sighed.

"Okay. And while you're out, watch your surroundings. It's all over the news that a toddler was kidnapped in that area earlier today."

"Okay," I hung up before she could say anything else.

I turned off my iPad and stuffed it in my packed bag. I grabbed my charger and my laptop bag and headed towards my door. I looked around my room and sighed. I hated to leave, knowing I wasn't coming back. This room has been my happy place for a while.

I turned off the light and closed the door. "Going somewhere?" a voice asked scaring me, making me drop my phone.

I picked my phone up and met Jayceon's eyes when I stood straight up. "Yea, I'm moving back with momma. This lil situation you got going on, is too much for me." I looked at the floor avoiding eye contact. I loved my brother with all of my heart. But I didn't agree with half the shit he did.

"Why Lilah? I need your help." Jayceon asked.

I looked into his eyes and could see the pain in them. I knew that I didn't wanna hurt my brother's feelings, but I also knew, his plan would backfire and I didn't wanna be in the crossfire. "Jayceon, I wanna spend time with m.." He cut me off.

"Kalilah, don't you fucking lie to me. You don't even like momma. You're a spoiled, bipolar brat who don't appreciate shit me nor momma do for you," he screamed as spit flew from his mouth and landed on my lip.

"You a stupid excuse of a human being. Momma should've swallowed yo dumb ass. I was gonna say spend time with my lil sister and brother. But I'm glad you spoke how the fuck you really feel. You aint ever gotta worry about me moving back in. I hope like hell, the police figure out who you are and come to get that girl baby. Momma didn't raise no snitch so I aint gonna do all that. Fuck you Jayceon," I snapped. I tried to turn and walk away but Jayceon grabbed my arm and swung me back around.

"You think you can just talk to me like that and walk off?" he spat. He cocked his hand back, hauled off and slapped me. I threw my hand up to the side of my face where it started to get warm.

"I can't believe you slapped me," I yelled as tears trickled down my face.

"You kinda deserved it. I mean, yelling at your older brother, in his house, is very disrespectful." I turned to see Maloni holding baby Malik.

"Fuck yall." I stormed down the stairs and out the front door.

I looked down the street before heading in the direction of my psychiatrist's house. She always told me that if I needed her, to stop by. Ms.Kay was the only person that knew that I wasn't bipolar but because it was her job to keep my personal conversations private, she hadn't told my momma.

As I continued to near Ms.Kay's house, I saw multiple police cars on her street. "Maybe Malik came from this street," I thought aloud. The closer I got to her house, the more police cars I saw. When I saw 3287, I realized that was the house everyone was coming out. The police cars pulled off down the street.

I didn't want to believe that Malik belonged to Ms.Kay's daughter but when I saw Ms.Kay, Harmony and a girl that looked identical to her, my stomach flipped. I turned to walk the other way in hopes of not being seen.

"Kalilah?" Ms.Kay called out. I wanted to ignore her but I didn't wanna seem suspicious.  I walked up the steps and walked towards them. They all looked as if they'd been crying for hours. I wouldn't rat my brother out, but I didn't wanna see these people suffer. They don't deserve this pain.

"You! Where's your friend? She took my baby!"