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❝She wore her troubled past like scars - she had been through battle and though no one could see her demons, they could see the face that conquered them. ❞ - Atticus
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I FOLLOW Eli as we walk outside of what seems to be a trap house or warehouse. This is literally so ghetto..
"Where are we going?" I'm following him like a lost puppy trying to find it's owner. "To my house." He says. "Will you tell me what you want with me when we get to your house?" I ask folding my arms. "Maybe." It's always maybe, soon, or later.
"Are you sure my son is safe?" I can't help but worry about him, he is my son after all. "Yes." He says opening the back door of a car for me.
The one time he's being a gentlemen.
I utter a small thanks as I get into the car with him following behind me. I keep my distance so I sit seat beside the window, my eyes looking at him once in a while through my peripheral vision.
We get up to a dirt road with no streetlights. "Is this the part where you kill me?" I side eye him. He laughs and shakes his head no.
The car gets up to a clean road, now that's a switch. After passing several streetlights located about five kilometers apart, I see a mansion.
My oh my is it huge — a fountain sculpted with angels sits in the center of the long driveway. Damn.
"What?" I hear from beside me. "Huh?" Is he on the phone or sumn. "You said damn?" He tells me. I said that out loud? I'm cringing. "I said nothing."
Once we pull up the the front of the house, we get outside the car. I follow Eli in and take a good look around the entrance of the grand home.
"How long are you going to stand there and drool for?" Eli snaps me out of my daydream. "Don't flatter yourself." I seethe and he begins chuckle.
"Mama!" Am I day dreaming again? "Mama!" No.
I follow the voice and my eyes meet Noah's. "My son." I run after him kneeling down to his height giving him a hug.
I look up into his face to check for any physical injuries, then his arms, his neck, his ears, and his feet.
"He isn't hurt." Eli says from behind me. "Oh, just shut up!" I say as I cage my son in my arms again. "Mama, bad word." Yeah yeah, whatever.
"Are you okay, Noah?" I ask him. He only nods his head then sticks a lollipop into is mouth that I didn't even realize he was holding. "Who gave you that?" I question him, then he points behind me to a man beside Eli.
