Hidden Truth

Chapter 13 ✨

Naomi POV
"You're amazing Naomi thank you." Ms.Shirley said.

"Anytime Miss you're always in such an amazing mood and you're so sweet it's great doing your hair."

"You have a good day now."

"Same to you!"

I finally complete my last customer's hair and I can go have dinner tonight. 

I grab my belongings, clock out and head out the door.

I start my car and begin driving to the Jamaican restaurant  so we can all go have our little family dinner.

My phone starts to ring and of course it's my baby.

"Hello Lucas."

"Hey baby, how are you?"

I glance at the letter and the package then glance back at my phone.

"Never better, how was your day today? Sorry I couldn't make it to the hospital we were extremely busy."

"It's fine baby, you heading out to your dinner now?"

"Yes sweet heart I am."

"I like you spending the night and was wondering if you want to live with me for awhile you know until everything calms down."

"Mhmmmm I bet you would, sure Kid Lucas that doesn't sound like a problem."

"With ya freak ass I'm only trying to protect you."

"HE WANTS SOME PUSSY GIRL DON'T LISTEN." Nick screamed.

I started cracking up this nigga always has something to say.

"It's okay 'cause it's his anyway."

"Don't be talking like that over the phone because you're going to start something you can't finish."

"Don't think I can't keep up with you. You're talking all this we'll see what you're about tonight."

"Say less, I love you see you when you get home."

"Bye sweet heart."

I pull into the restaurant parking lot and open my letter.

My dearest Naomi,
To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 1760
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

Love, your original sweet heart.

Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers of all time, this is my favorite scene from Hamlet as well.

"Your original sweetheart" where have I heard those words before?

I pry open the package gently and there's a piece of my Mother's favorite fabric and a photo of Ronnie, my Father, Mother and I. Everything else is blurred around us but one man sticks out but I can't make out his face.