Chapter 2

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The alarm on my phone goes off, reaching over to my nightstand and getting my phone turning off the alarm and getting up. After putting on some sportswear, heading to the other bedroom I start my workout.

About two hours later, going back to my room, I get my clothes out for the day and lay them on the bed, as I go to take a shower and do my morning routine.

Walking into my bedroom, getting dressed when I get a text from Onyx.

Onyx: Here is the addy,

6379 Willow Runs Heights, we linking up at 9:30. Don’t be late.  

 

As I am about to reply I hear my pops, “Da’Quintin.” 

Sending Onyx a quick text letting him know I won’t be late, I head downstairs.

“Good morning, pops, you need something?” I ask looking in his anger filled eyes.

“What did you do with it?” He questions in a stern voice.

Replying, “With what.” Like I don’t know what he is referring to.

“Lying piece of shit.” He yells then continues, “I wish you and your mother would trade places.” He spits out liquor all on his breath.

Brushing past me, he walks out the front door.

Screwing my eyes tightly while taking deep breaths ignoring the pain that resides deep inside of me.

Going back upstairs, packing what I will need for this temporary move.  

Making sure everything is straight in my room, I take all my bags downstairs, realizing I forgot the most important thing. I run back to my room picking up the picture of me and my momma.

Putting everything in my car, I head over to Esme’s house. 

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