Imani Richards is 25 year old multimillionaire with trust issues. Her last relationship was abusive, and she promised herself that she would not fall in love again. But When she meets August Alsina, her old best friend and high school lover, will s...
It was way too early for me to be dealing with this. I love Imani, so I instantly knew that there was something wrong when she came to work in a bad mood. Either something happened between the time I saw her last, or she is in one of her bad moods. I let her take a moment to herself before I walked into her office. As slowly as I could, I signed out of my computer and walked into the break room to make her a nice mocha. That usually calms her down.
"Mel I just cant do it." Imani said the second I walked into her office. She locked herself in her office overwhelmed with stress, but I had the extra key. "I can't deal with him being everywhere, I swear to God he is just trying to torture me. "
August was an idiot. I thought.
"Babe, I'm sure he's not trying to do that okay? I can call him and give him a piece of my mind if you want," I said, trying to make her smile. I couldn't deal with Imani when she's sad. Its not like she was a bitch or anything, but seeing Imani cry is like looking at a lost puppy.
"No, no, I don't want Gabriel to get mad, August is the only thing he has." she answered sadly. Imani was supermom, I don't know how she gets her stuff done. I couldn't even imagine how she feels about the adoption. I mean i know she was overjoyed to be a mother, but taking on two children at once must be so stressful. Plus, shes doing it on her own and Gabriel was being a handful based on everything she told me and I just wanted to slap some sense into him.
I don't necessarily blame him for being so tough on her, I know the foster system is hard. I had to go through it for the second half of my childhood, but he finally found a good home. An opportunity like that is rare, and he should be so grateful. Imani told me that he has had a bad past with mother figures in his past homes, and even though I can understand the anger he is feeling, I think Gabriel is being way too hard on Imani. She spoils the both of them with clothes and toys and does everything she can to make sure they are happy. I mean I spoil the both of them too. If i had this opportunity when I was his age, I wouldn't have been so tough on my parent.
"That is not true Imani, you are an amazing mother to them, and I'm sure they realize that." I said, consoling her.
"Well Gabe doesn't" I heard her mutter under her breath. I watched as she checked her watch, sighing at the time. I didn't fail to notice the thin red lines showing under her bracelets.
August is an idiot.
Gabriel!
Miss Imani was very nice to us, and that made me scared.
Everyone is always nice the first couple of months, that's when the workers check to make sure things are okay. Once the workers stop coming, everyone turns mean. I don't want Miss Imani to hate me. I know she gets mad when i call her Imani instead of Mommy. Mariella has been calling her mommy since we first got adopted, and it makes her smile. Imani was the best mommy I have ever had, but i still feel icky when i call her mommy. She buys us a lot of nice stuff. She even got me new soccer shoes and pads! Everyone used to make fun of me for my old shoes, but now they can't.
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"Gabriel, sweetie, are you ready to go?" Mo-I mean miss Imani said. My first couple days here, I would test her to make sure I would not get my hopes up. I would be really rude and not listen to what she says, and she was always nice. She never yelled at me or made me mad. I really liked Miss Imani.
"Yes Ma'am, is Mariella coming?" I questioned. My sister was still playing in the living room with Aunt Melanie, and it didn't look like she was going to get away from that any minute.
"Well I was hoping it would just be me and you sweetheart," Imani answered.
"Its just me and you sweetie," she said with a sickening smile. One of the older boys broke the weird looking silver vase in the living room, and Miss Kruger was very mad. I don't know why, but she decided it was my fault. It was my second week at this new home and she told me I was a 'problem child' and 'needed to be taught a lesson.'
"Its not my fault I swear!" I yelled crouching down quickly. "It is not my fault! I didn't do it!"
"Gabe?" I heard someone say. "Gabe? Baby what are you talking about?"
"I didn't do it!" I yelled again, in a trance. Mariella was crying somewhere around me and I didn't know what to do. I was trapped.
"Gabe, Baby, take a deep breath okay? In... Out..." Miss Imani said, slowly. She was playing with my hair and i liked that a lot. Now I know why Mariella lets her play with her hair all the time. "Sweetheart you had a panic attack, okay, take deep breaths." Miss Imani had my inhaler, and she guided it into my mouth slowly. I didn't even realize how tight my chest felt during the time, all I could think about was the life-like memory I just experienced.
"Okay Gabriel, I am going to sit you up now okay? Take one more puff of the inhaler for me please?"
I nodded, following her instructions carefully. She sat me up, and I look a moment to look at my surroundings. I was sitting on the floor and Mariella was across from me, tear tracks on her face. She automatically jumped to hug me and she squeezed me tightly.
"You scare me bubba" She said, in between sniffles.
"I'm sorry mimi" I answered, holding her tight. I looked up to see Imani smiling at us, a dreamy look on her face. i wonder what she was thinking about...
