Family

Tres

Miami, Florida
9:30 P.M.
Later that night...

Following the incident from earlier today, the beating Novah received was terrible compared to anything that's happened to her. The outcome was her having two swollen and black eyes, the vessels in her left one completely popped. No one knew at the moment, but she had four broken ribs, and two badly bruised. Her left wrist was sprained, right ankle was broken, and her back, stomach, and neck were bruised and covered in huge hand prints.

After whooping her, her mother turned her over to her father. As mentioned before, he had so much love for his little girl, but he was afraid of losing his wife more than his child. This led him to do whatever Bianca asked of him.

Clarence had choked Novah until she was almost unconscious, stopping just before she passed out. He had punched her no more than twenty times in her back and stomach. While Bianca whooped her legs with a diamond studded belt, Clarence took upon himself to do the same to her little arms.

The pain had gotten to be so horrible that little Anovah couldn't even muster up enough energy to cry anymore after thirty minutes. Baby girl was so drained. At the young age of two, not even being able to fully speak yet, Novah's little body was simply giving up. She'll be saved though; all in due time.

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Far across town, Treyton had just gotten home after visiting his sister and niece in hopes of calming himself down. Since leaving his grandmother's neighborhood, other than her, that little girl had been in his mind heavily. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that these terrible people are having babies they don't want nor need, yet the good ones are cursed with not being able to conceive even one.

Parking in front of he and his wife's home, he sat in the car for a while before deciding to get out. Upon entering the home, he smelled his favorite food, not getting as excited as he normally would.

Farah heard him enter through the front door, confused as to why he didn't call out to her like he normally would. With the miscarriage still being fresh in their minds, she thought that could've been the reason. Hence why she decided to cook his favorites that night.

"Hey babe! The food is almost done!"

Not getting a response, she walked into the living room immediately seeing him with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, sitting beside their fireplace. She noticed his shoulders slightly shaking, letting her know he was crying. That immediately alerted her even more.

Rushing to his side, she got down on her knees. She hugged his head to her stomach, prompting him to wrap his arms tightly around her waist. He then began to let out the most heart wrenching sobs, bringing tears to her own eyes.

"Bae. What's wrong? Is grams okay? What happened, boobutt?"

"Ba-ba-bae! Mannnn. Today real life opened my eyes to so much bullshit man."

"Boo, what you talking bout? What happened?"

Not being able to stop his crying for a second time, Farah decided to not pressure him anymore right that instant. She waited until his cries died down to sniffles, fifteen minutes later, and she asked him again.

"Man, bae. I saw the most beautiful little girl today. Not even exaggerating man."

"What's so wrong about that, boo?"

"She almost got shot, bae. SHOT! Shorty didn't look no older than three. And the lil nigga that was finna shoot her ain't even look like he knew how to work a gun. Bae he was finna shoot baby girl on purpose, man."

"Are you serious?! I hope that lil basted got stopped at least!"

"Yeah. I knocked that damn gun out his hand, whole time he got shot afterwards."

"Well, boo. At least you stepped in and helped baby girl. Is that why you were mad?"

"Believe it or not, bae, that wasn't even the worst part. Her parents ain't even care about her almost losing her life. They real life been mad that she ain't been where they put her I guess. Her mama came outside yelling at her, calling her stupid and all that other dumb stuff. Then the lady started to say some damn she deserve everything she get, called baby girl a black ass and all, bae. Her daddy ain't been no type of help. When her mama dragged her in the house, I was bout to chase her because why she doing all that. Whole time baby girl was scared to even look at them before that. But anyways, her daddy gonna stop me and say some damn stay out their business. Bae, I'll really do them something. Then that little girl cries was so loud. Shit broke my heart."

Not being able to think straight now, Farah was just sitting there fuming. She couldn't believe someone could do all of that to a child. It was sickening to her.

"So, her parents just...boo, are you serious?!"

"Yea, man. That ain't sit right with me at all. Been messing with my mind ever since."

"Oh wow. I wish we could do something bout it now."

Not having another response, Treyton just sat there watching his wife. He knew telling her what happened would get her in a bad mood, but he didn't want to hold all of that in either. He just simply couldn't.

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For the rest of the night, the couple ate their food, washed, prayed and got into bed. They both slept tangled together that night, each having separate thoughts about what had happened that day. Treyton was wishing he could've done more than he had, while Farah was thinking of ways she could personally see that little beauty for herself. They both, however, wished that they could just take her. Make her feel loved and happy.

Back across town, Anovah lay on her mattress in the den, sad and in pain. She couldn't understand why mommy and daddy hurt her. She didn't even understand that she was getting hurt, honestly. She did feel, however, the exhaustion from it all. She felt alone.

Farah, Treyton, and Anovah all shared one feeling that night: pain. The pain of them not being able to help her and the pain of not being helped. In due time, however, they would ALL meet. And it could be for the better. Just wait on it.