***Chapter Playlist***
Mariah the Scientist ft Young Thug - Walked In
Sam Smith - Life Support
Celeste - This Is Who I Am
Mariah the Scientist - Revenge

Killian Andrade Caesar-Su
London, UK
Following day

I wake up in my room, and the blinds are drawn shut with little streaks of light peaking through. The air smells like tea, mint tea specifically, and small sounds outside of the door of the bedroom. Checking the time, it was early evening but it wasn't O that woke me up, like my normal these past months.

My bump is still firm, and I apply a little pressure trying to get her to move. Tapping lightly like I usually do to get her attention, but she doesn't move. I take my palm and rub the underside of my belly, "Come on O." I mutter laying on my side, continuing the same actions but she still doesn't move. I reach over to the nightstand where I had my phone, the same audio of Oakley saying he loves me is played. "You'll move for dad, I know that." I put the phone on my belly, playing the audio on a loop and the phone lightly wobbled on my stomach as she kicks at my belly. Sighing, I smile to myself, content she's okay but knowing I need to go to my doctor.

My left arm suddenly throbs with an intensified pain, looking over at my arm I pull up my sleeve and it's bandaged and the soreness in my neck I can feel with each breath I take. There's a knock on the door, softer than I've ever heard in this apartment that makes me look at the door scarily. "Come in?" I say slowly, and the door opens to a my mother's face.

I freeze, and my heart feels like it could drop out of my ass. She's carrying a tray with food and drinks that she places in front of me after she closed the door and walked it over carefully. My mom has the kindest eyes in the world and the moment they look at me I just cry, because she doesn't even look upset with me. Worried, but not upset.

"It's okay. Just get something to eat." She gently rubs my cheek with her thumb, wiping away my tears like my dad would. I look down at the cornmeal porridge and cup of tea she set down, some of my favorites. Picking up the spoon she brings it to my lips, feeding me and I feel warm and homely. I'm hoping it's not all a fucked up dream where I'll wake up on the floor of Tamsin Trail. She does it all without words, and soon enough the food and drinks are done. "Toilet?" She asks and I nod as she helps me up, as I try to stand up straight my back cracks and pains me, but my mom holds my arm all the way to the bathroom.

"I can do this part myself." I reassure her, because she wasn't above wiping me up, bathing me, and everything in between. She waits by the door with it cracked, and it takes me twice as long as it usually would because my entire body is so sore and throbs with every movement, after she comes in to brush my teeth since I'm left handed, even flossing for me before returning me back to the bed.

Sitting at my bed side she strokes my head, staring at me. "My sweet, sweet girl." Her voice is soft and tender, holding my face she kisses my cheeks. "My baby," There's a tear that slips from her eye and it makes me feel sick. "I don't know what I would've done if I lost you." Her voice is above a whisper as she continues to stare at me, and I've seen that look before. Like she's seen me dead before.

"Mom, I'm sorry." I apologize to her sincerely, it was stupid of me to put myself in any dangerous predicaments barely thinking of how it affects her. "I'm so sorry."

"No baby, I should've never let you leave home." Cradling my head to her chest, and kissing my forehead she causes me to sob harder. "I'm sorry I pushed you to this. I was mean and unwell. Losing one of you caused me to nearly lose the both of you."

Scooting over I let her lay in Oakleys spot before wrapping my arms around her. She wraps her arms around me cradling me like she did when I was a kid. Now I'm just big...as fuck too. It's silent as she rubs my back and hums to me like she would when I was a kid.

It's quiet and all that fills the room is my sniffles and her heart beat thumping in my ear. "Thank you for making me a grandma. They're perfect already." She hums gently. That makes me feel like shit though. Because I kept it from her when she should've been here and maybe this wouldn't be so hard. I just didn't feel like answering her questions on why, and how. "It's a girl."

"Yes Fadda!" She exclaims, "Give ar' some time. My girl ah style up di place, memba dem likkle tree quata panz, yeah! Nuh bwoy cyan style mi granpickney." It causes me to giggle past my tears, "I hope she likes me." I confess sadly.

"I hope I can be gentle like daddy." I mutter quietly, I don't want to cry but it feels like I can't help it.

"And you will. You do everything to protect her, and that's the gentlest thing she can get right now." She reassured me, "Can I touch your belly?"

I nod, lifting the night dress. "Wow." She gasped touching my stomach softly. "My baby is having a baby."

All I can do is cuddle into her, because here I know I'm safe. Here, I know no one is coming after me. Here, feels like my dad and brother will be home soon. I don't know how she got here, or when, but when I woke up from this nap I'd need to thank Wadz.

When I wake up, I smell food and I follow my nose. Slowly walking, I see Wadz sitting on the couch meaning my mom had to be in the kitchen. "Afternoon." I say to them both as I take a seat onto the couch. He gives me a head nod of acknowledgement and my mom says hello, before I see her walk in with two trays. She hands one to Wadz and then places mine on my lap, "Thank you mommy." I kiss her cheek looking at the plate in front of me.

Brown stew chicken, white rice, plantain and Avocado. It was a childhood favorite of mine, she even hands me a glass of sorrel and I thank her before she joins us in the living room. "The food is delicious Mrs. Andrade."

"Wadz, I told you, about that. Thank you, would you like more?" She peaks at his plate that's almost finished. "I'd like to finish what I have here ma'am."
My mother squints at him, her hazel eyes stern as he shifts uncomfortably after a few moments, "Call me aunty." He ponders the name and then nods.

I feel my phone go off under my leg and when I pull it, Rose has texted me about how I'm doing. To be truthful I haven't spoken to her or anyone much, right now only my mother, Wadz, and Oakley know I'm pregnant. Outside of that I've been a shut in and everyone just assumes I'm sad because Oakleys away, which works for me, except for when I drop my baby and then the questions hit. I've been trying to think of ways to tell Ameena and Fey, I know it was late but I was trying to stop the sad feelings I had this entire pregnancy.

As I'm eating the sharpest pain rocks me in my stomach, that the fork drops from my hand and flat onto the plate. I grab my stomach, "Those are Braxton hicks." My mom rubs my back. "It's okay Walid, she's fine. Stand down honey." She gives a half chuckles and as I glance at him he's set the plate down and was stood up to walk over to me.

"You good?" He asks me reassuringly and I nod, as I breathe while getting up. Severus runs up to me, sniffing my belly and nudging his head against my bump. Sir nudges my butt pushing me forward lightly, before I slowly begin walking down the hall. I pace the hallway while they walk side by side with me, they try their hardest not to make me fall. The movement is enough to calm the contractions after a few minutes. For safe measure I continue to pace before there's a knock at the door.

"Not now." I hear Wadz say, "Mate..move!" The girls voice says.

The boys begin to growl lowly as I hear footsteps come towards me, before I'm met with Ameena.... Rose, and Neil. Everyone looks at me, and the only one I'm worried about is Ameena truthfully. Her eyes flicker down to my stomach, before tears well in her eyes. I open my mouth to speak but she walks away from me, and she's fast but I'm from New York, so pregnant or not she's not getting away that fast. "Ameena I'm sorry, please wait—" I reach for her arm as she stops in the middle of the dining room.

"Bullshit Killian!" She damn near yells at me, I take the slightest step back. "You couldn't even tell me? But then that's just fucking like you...just like you to hide yourself from everyone." Ameena scoffs, folding her arms she looks at me.

"I wanted to—"

"No you didn't, because you would've. I'm suppose to be your best friend, you're the first person I told. The only person I told for weeks, but you don't hold me in the same regard." Her eyes are so sad as she looks at me, and I take a moment to take her in now. She's grown, and beautiful, and glowing.

"Ameena chill." Wadz interjects from behind her.

"Shut your mouth." She turns to him quickly before turning back to me. "I don't think I want to be friends with someone who doesn't want to share their moments with me." Sniffling she steps back.

"Please Men-"

"No! You've held me at an arms distance since day one, and I forgave you for it the first time. Why are you treating me like the stranger?" Tears stream down her face. "I held you when he fucked up! Me, Killian! I'm the one that was there in New York, and you couldn't even tell me I was going to be an aunt." Her chuckle was dry as she wiped her tears taking another step backward.

"I was going to tell you Meenz I swear." I reason with her, my head spun with the idea of her being upset with me or walking away from our friendship. I know it was wrong to not say anything I was just so scared. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle everyone wanting to be around, but me equally wanting to be alone because I'm sad and miserable.

"When? After the fact? You haven't even given me a chance to be there for you, so why do you deserve to be there for me and my baby?" The question rocks me, and I know she's right. I've been a shitty friend.

She gets closer to me, looking down on me as she's a bit taller than me. "You're everything like him." Her eyes look into mine, and her words are meaningful. "Just like....them."

"Ameena stop it." Wadz says to her, gently pulling her away from me. There's a lump forming in my throat, because I know her words slice deeper than any knife. "No Walid, no." She pushes him off.

"You try to be so different than Oakley, Wadz, and Ant but the truth is, you throw money at things to fix problems just like them, you're callous and cold just fucking like them!" Ameena is practically shouting at me now, and Wadz is trying to keep in mind her stomach as he pulls her away from me.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Ameena. I'm sorry." I apologize sincerely, I couldn't lose her and not like this. Our babies were suppose to grow up together, and now because I stupidly was afraid of nothing, she hates me.

"Don't contact me ever again." She pushed Wadz off of her and storms out, but I follow behind her and Rose tries to grab me but I move her hands heading behind Ameena at the door.

"Can we talk about it?" I grab her hand, and it's enough to stop her in her tracks. "Please?" Begging her I hold onto her arm, and she just looks at me so angrily. "I didn't mean to not tell you, and I'm sorry that I made you feel like you didn't matter to me by not saying anything." She looks at me pondering my words.

"Goodbye Killian." She walks out the door, and Wadz blocks me from going out the door behind her. But I wouldn't right now, I knew she needed her space so I took the nearest seat and blocked everyone out as I put my head down. To be honest, I couldn't deal with Rose and Neil right now, unconditional love for them, but I just needed one moment.

"Killian?" Neil's voice eases in, like he's carefully choosing his words. "Hm?" I groan in response, not even having the energy to look at him correctly. "We were trying to call you." Rose says softly.

"I know."

"Look, we know it's hard to be going through—"

"Oh really?" I look up, "So then when I was calling you when he was first taken in, why did no one answer?" There's something about how they now try to be around, when I reached out before. Stupidly reaching out to them before my own mother, due to proximity but I had everything backwards.

"Yes well," She nods nervously, "Oakley told us-" She stops as Neil touches her arm, my eyes shift to him and he looks down.

The pain in my stomach returns and I'm ready to just walk away, but it hurts to try and stand. "We're sorry," Neil interjects, I thought Rose as a mom would make excuses for Oakley as her first born son. You know, that thing with moms and their sons, but Neil? For fucks sake, Neil would probably tell me the sky was purple right now if Oakley asked him to. A completely different person to who I met years ago.

"Sorry?! You're sorry?!"

"Okay, okay. Let's just all take a second," Wadz steps in, standing between the three of us. "Killian isn't feeling well right now, so I think it's best if she gets some time alone, yeah?" He looks around, not giving them much of an option, but to leave.

He squats down in front of me, "Let's stand." Taking my wrist he puts my hand on his shoulder and his hands follow up my arms, we both stood slowly as he walked me back to the room. Putting me back in bed, he sighs, "I'll get rid of them, just rest." His request is clear as he heads back to the door. I lay back exhausted from the previous interactions, everything happened so fast it's like I didn't have a chance to understand everything that was coming at me. Some days it feels like I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body since being pregnant, it feels like the complete opposite of who I was before.

Wadz knocks, "Yeah." I answer and he comes in with a few envelopes in his hand. "Neil wanted me to give you this." He says handing them to me. They have my name written on it in Oakley's handwriting, and so I stuff them under the pillow, wanting alone time with them.

As he goes to walk out I stop him, "Can you tell Ameena I love her, and I'm genuinely sorry."

"She knows, she's just dramatic and her feelings are a bit hurt. Give her a few weeks." Wadz reassures me, and again I'm put in a space where I have to understand he knows them better than I ever will, so I accept his answer. Nodding I lay back pulling the blanket up to my stomach, but there's a nagging feeling as he heads for the door.

"Wadz," He stops and looks at me. "Do you think he can beat the case?" I ask seriously, but I hope he would lie to me if he didn't think it was beatable.

He looks indifferent, "Yeah." It's like he doesn't want to answer, like there's gravel in his voice as he nods lightly.

"What would stop him from beating the case?" I inquire, because I just needed Oakley home.

It's only a split second he takes to answer, "Jude." The answer doesn't shock me, but it solidifies something for me.

I nod solemnly before he walks through the door, "Call me if you need anything." Closing the door I hum a thank you as he leaves and as the silence pours in I begin to rest. When I wake up I feel well rested surprisingly, so it was time to get to work. With determination and focus the whole first half of this was done in about four hours. After I get dressed and head across town to a specific warehouse, when I pull up I park in the back where it's empty and throw my hoodie on and walk to the back entrance. When I see they've added a padlock I roll my eyes in frustration, "Fucking hell." I grit below my breath, sticking my hand under my hoodie and feeling around for a bobby-pin. Feeling one, I grab it and in the dark wriggle around the pin in the lock before I feel it give way in my hands.

Once the lock gave away, I see the pin pad and my mind literally goes blank. I've peaked at this passcode so many times, and now my pregnant brain can't remember the buttons pressed. I press the pound key and it beeps, and instantly I smile. Closing my eyes I try to remember the cadence of the buttons pushed, it was an eight digit code and when I finally timed the cadence correctly in my head I typed in, 06.12.08.04 and it's followed by a long beep and a green light as the gate begins to open. I don't let it open too much before carefully ducking underneath, and bringing it down but not closing it. Pulling the balaclava over my face I look down from all the cameras pointed around, I think I knew the ones that actually worked and which ones were for police purposes.

Quickly I make my way to his office, where I'm again forced to pick the lock to access the room. This part of the warehouse had no automatic lighting because this was all the offices and so I pull the mini flash light out of my pocket and shine it around the room. Going behind his desk, it's clean and neat. A photo of us nestled cutely in the corner, and as badly as I want to reminisce on the times I've fallen asleep on the couch in here just to wake up at home in bed, I can't or I'd cry.

I try to remember where everything is, and I point the light to the back wall of his office that looks like an art wall, and walk over to it. Simple and unassuming, when I pull one of the larger paintings away from the wall and it opens like a door.

Weapons....scary....glorious weapons.

My eyes trail up to the exact weapon I'd need, a sniper with a scope, a Barrett Mk22 to be exact, in pristine condition, unused and calling me. Reaching for it, I heard, "What the fuck?" And I recognized Ants voice, before I quickly grab the large rifle down from its spot. Closing the photo vault back quietly, I turn off my flashlight before pulling the blanket off of the couch in the room and wrapping up the weapon. The footsteps approached almost tauntingly, but I took it as an opportunity to sneak from the room and hide behind the larger wall before he enters another room. That's when I quickly walk back towards the exit I entered, but he somehow hears me as I lift the gate a shoving the gun first then sliding myself under.

My heart is racing because he doesn't know it's me and he has his gun drawn as he runs down the stairs. Ant fires twice as I pick myself and the rifle off the floor running to the car as quickly as possible, my stomach feels like a deep pit as she kicks me. "N-not now O." I pant out of breath, opening the car door placing the gun on the back seat and starting the car as quickly as I can, I speed out of the parking lot I had to leave the area before he got in his car.

Not stopping until I was 20 minutes out, I finally pull over and take the band off of my stomach. "I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry." I rub my stomach, exhausted from all I've done for the day. By now I was an hour from the flat, but I had to move the gun from the back seat to the trunk. The sky was pitch black as I opened the car doors to move the weapon then began my way back home. The drive back is quiet but somewhat calming because she's active which is a good sign for me, when I finally make it inside I finally take on the task of reading one of Oakley's letters. I open the one sent last as it's labeled O.O.C-S.

Hi fairy,

I hope you're being good to mummy. I know you're growing big and strong and I can't wait to see you. I heard you move to the sound of my voice, that makes me so proud. Your mother gave me a list of names to choose from, and I think I found who you will be.

Hopefully it's someone better than me, smarter than me, wiser than me. Mums given me Oaklyn and Oxana to work with, and I can't choose.

They say Oaklyn means beautiful Oak, because Oak trees are meant to be durable and strong, and Oxana means Praise be to God in the Slavic language. I think it fits because you are beautiful, strong, and resilient just like your mother. And I prayed to God everyday he'd bless us with you from the moment I laid eyes on your mum. At the time I didn't know that in my mind but it was in my heart.

I promise to give you the world, show you everything that unconditional love is suppose to look like, and learn everyday to be the best dad I can be. I hope you like me, I hope to be a safe space for you always, and I hope to make you proud everyday.

Oaklyn-Oxana A. Hunter Caesar-Su

It's a long one like mine, but it's a twin ting innit? Love you fairy.

-Dad

I couldn't read another one, so I tucked it under my pillow and bury my head in the pillow and silently cry. There's no sound because the tears just fell, soaking through the pillow case and pillow. Sniffling to myself I wipe my face, and put some clothes back on. I couldn't sit in the house doing nothing anymore, I needed to see other things besides his stuff. So I go patrolling, something...anything to keep my mind off of Oakley, but more so on getting him home. I pull up a few blocks away from the large sprawling mansion, some of lights were on and staff lined the outside but the moment they left it'd be easy to do a quick walking through to see if everything was the same.

Forty five minutes passed and I watched everything as I munched on a multitude of snacks. It was going to be a long night. After an hour I did the walk through and after three more hours I wrapped the night up. When I arrived home Wadz waited for me, and as I saw him I sighed. The tenseness in my shoulders only getting worse with seeing him, but I kept my composure. I was the real guest after all.

"Where you been?"

"Went by the water, then got some snacks." I hold up the Tescos bag as I munched on the grapes, he nods but his gaze is lingering.

"Little situation down at the warehouse, I'm going away for a day or two. Bed rest and nothing stupid or strenuous." He grumbles and complains walking past me, I nod and let him lock up before unwinding and going to bed for the night.

I kept my cool as he mentioned the warehouse, any other type of reaction would be suspicious. It was a long day mentally, emotionally, and physically. I feel like if I don't keep myself busy then I'll think of all the sad things right now, but I didn't want that energy for the baby so I need to be doing something at all times.

I'm left alone as usual, and after walking the boys one day, I decided to make breakfast before there's a knock at the door and my heart drops. I didn't expect anyone, and Wadz knows the door code, so I head to the door quietly as the boys growled lowly from their beds. "Sh." I mutter looking through the peep hole, and my blood boils so much so it feels like steam is coming from my nose.

Tompkins stands on the other side of the door, "Ms. Andrade, open up." His voice almost booms through the hallway. "We just want to talk about the ongoing ca-" I snatch the door open, staring up at the pathetic waste of space that is a man. He's smug with a smirk, "Thought I'd have to let the neighbors know." Winking at me, he looks behind me. "Can I come in?"

"Of course..not." I wedge myself between the door, pulling my robe around me as he looks me up and down. His eyes lingered on my stomach too much for my liking, it made my hate for him grow by the millisecond. I envisioned myself plucking his beady eye balls from him puny skull.

"No worries then," Clearing his throat, he pulls a paper out of his jacket chest pocket. "You've been served Ms. Andrade." Handing me the paper, I take it from him dropping it on the floor, spitting on it, and stepping on pushing it back to him.

"So, once again it's Caesar-Su." I give him a fake smile that doesn't reach my eyes and that drops just as quickly as it's formed.

Chuckling he takes a step back, "I'll see you in two weeks." Winking at me again, he turns to walk away but stops and turns back to me. "Pregnancy suites you, but then again it wouldn't stop me."

"I will slap dog shit out of you, watch your fucking mouth." Slamming the door, I pace angrily to the back room grabbing my phone and instinctively going to call Oakley, but I stop myself because it's a lapse in memory. He's in there and there's just about nothing I can do about it right now.

My phone rings and it's Wadz, "Security told me you had a visitor? Tompkins?" He says already knowing, "Why'd you answer the door? You're suppose to be resting."

"I was making breakfast."

"Order something?" His suggestion falls on deaf eyes as I grunt a bored response. "You realize you were shot a few days ago, while heavily pregnant."

"It was a flesh wound." I look down at my banded left arm, barely giving the wound any thought. The pain after the first day became bareable, and I wouldn't give that bitch Nicole the satisfaction of me withering in pain even if she was dead.

"Don't answer the door until I get back, finish your breakfast and rest or something. Read a book, whatever girls do." He frets before hanging up, staring at the blank phone screen, it felt like steam was billowing out of my ears. This felt very, very, very familiar, except this time what was my room is now a nursery and I have his last name instead of us being cordial for the sake of time.

"I really fucking hate men." I grunt to myself pitching the phone down, before angrily finishing the preparations for my breakfast. No thought doesn't slip my mind as I eat in the complete silence of the condo while the boys sleep. O, Oakley, my mom, Ameena, the insatiable need for my father and brother, but I finish my breakfast before I'm back to distracting myself.

Once night fell I sat at the computer getting dressed, my favorite all black ensemble, and my stomach banded to hide bump and I was on my way. With the dead of night as my cover I found any car to break into and hot wire, and the roads were almost empty as the hours drive zoomed along. I see where I'd set up and park the car before I get the rifle from the trunk and walk up the hill, sticking a piece of mint gum in my mouth before pulling down the balaclava , then I find the spot I made a few days ago and begin to dig with my hands. I had to make sure O had enough room, while I fixed everything for her. The hole is big enough for my stomach to lay comfortably before I begin setting up the long scope rifle in the frigid September temperature. My gloved hands finally felt the biting cold, as I placed the rifle on the holder and taking a deep breath emptying my mind.

I'm learning that killing for survival off of pure adrenaline, and calculating to empty out a whole mansion are completely different.

Aligning my eye with scope, I involuntarily begin humming. "Knew you was ride or die." I locate the first target, it's a moving target so I move to another part of the house for a still target, needing to start easy.
"Some vibes you can't deny." I aim and pull, the winded sound whizzing out as the rifles kicks back against my shoulder. Target one down, I pan back over to the room I looked in before panning to the outside of the house where security still sat in the front, unknowing.

The watch on my wrist vibrates and it's Wadz and I roll my eyes before going back to the task at hand. I was busy and him distracting me would only make this extra sloppy, and sloppy it cannot be.

Eye back on the scope my focus is trained back on the sprawling mansion. 'Tescos' money well spent, I find the next still target and take the shot and watch as they fall over abruptly, the person who stood with them panics before I take the next shot and put them out of their worry. Finally learning to hit a real life moving target. Each pull of the trigger is freeing, and empowering right now.

One step closer to having my family together.

Then I see who I want. I see who I need to put an end to, to end this. I'm humming again as the scope picks up the sheer panic on his face as he walks in on dead family members. "Tell me I'm the type you would slide be behind." The words slip from me as my finger braces trigger, as I'm aimed between Judes eyes. My breathing steadies, as he stands stuck like a deer in headlights, before there's a tiny hole where I once aimed. "How could I not make you mine?" I'm done humming as his eyes roll back and he drops to the floor.

I pack up the 15 pound rifle before filling the hole, and pouring drain cleaner over the pile of dirt. As calm as I came, I made my way back to the car, disassembled the gun stuffing it in a suitcase before leaving the scene. At the half way point, I stop noticing a large reservoir, when I pull in I take the suitcase from the back and then allow the car to roll nose first into the large body of water. I grab the suitcase and begin to walk on the side of the road, it wasn't too far until the next town where it'd be easier to order an Uber.

As I walk I feel O kicking me, and she's active tonight. "I know girl, I know." I rub the side of my stomach lugging along the suitcase, it wasn't as heavy this way. The watch rings again and I see Ants name flash across the screen and I'm stumped at what he would want. I contemplate it being Ameena but I doubt that, so I let it ring continuing to walk. Just a few more minutes until I could call my uber, I keep my ears open and eyes peeled as make my way for any cars making their way down the road. 

The once almost pitch black road slowly illuminates, that's when I hear a car coming down, and the lights begin to shine around me casting my shadows further down the road. I move further onto the side of the road closer to the trench so they don't hit me, better yet spot me, but the car is fast and there was no way I was jumping in the fucking ditch. The car slows down as it gets closer to me, abruptly pulling up in front of me, the front passenger door opens and I step back turning to run as fast as I can. "Andy!" He calls as he rushes over to me grabbing my arm dragging me over to the car. He's careful as he puts me in the back of the car, placing the suitcase in the trunk he quickly back in the driving seat.

The air in the car is stifling as Ant and Wadz don't say a word to me but just drive, once we reach back to the flat the only thing Wadz can do is look at me. "This...this was reckless and you fucking know it." He scolds me, his voice is harsh but hesitant.

I don't cower or shriek in fear, because I did what needed to be done. I couldn't count on some judge or jury declaring him innocent, and I couldn't let them testify because they were going to take him away from me, I just couldn't let that happen. "I have a family Wadz. You gave me an answer and I solved the problem."

"You killed four people tonight. Four. Do you understand how we have to clean that up?" He inquired. The question was irrelevant to me.

"I don't care how you clean it up. I just need him home. I don't want to do this alone, and you nor anyone else is going to change that." I say calmly, walking away.
Because it's not that I can't do this alone, I won't do this alone especially not after all the sacrifices I made to be with him, yeah, not going to happen.

"You don't care?—"

"That's exactly what I said. Are you going to explain to my daughter why her father refuses to see her grow up behind bars?" I ask, a tight knot formed in my throat. "He...he won't even take a picture with me." The tear slipped from my eye and I quickly wipe it away.
"Four people who mean shit to me when it comes down to my husband." I state matter of factly.

He looks at me, like it's the first time he's ever seen me. Like he can't recognize me, "And for your information, those Tescos are all money laundering fronts, and they owe a lot of bad people a lot of money." I exit leaving him and Ant standing there.

Ameena is right. I am just like them. But what other choice did I have?

*****

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To the beautiful black woman reading this right now, may God continue to bless you.
Understand that you are worthy of everything amazing in life. I love you unconditionally.

Additionally, in the time I've been gone a cease fire had been signed between Hamas and the ter*0rist, which the isnotrael has since violated by continuously bombing the West Bank and other parts of Gaza, while 'allowing' those from the north to return home. Then that bitch in the White House is going to ask why Palestinians would want to go back to Gaza....as if it's not THEIR fucking HOME?! I literally hate it here.

Fuck the occupation!
Fuck zionism/t!
Fuck colonialism!

Free Palestine
Free Congo
Free Sudan
Free Cameroon
Free Haiti
Free Puerto Rico
Free Tigray
Free Lebanon
Free Yemen
Free Syria
Free Kenya
Defund Genocide
Give indigenous people back they shit.
Free Luigi Mangione

BLACK HISTORY IS HISTORY

Xoxo,
Xstuhcii 💋