Regine Iman Thomas
We were done?
He gave up on us?
Just like that?
I knew JoVaughn was smart enough to know that I would never play around with his feelings or do anything to hurt him.
My intentions were good. I was trying to help. He was so devastated(A/N: hehe, devastated lmao) about what happened to his work.
I knew deep down that Shameik had something to do with it. There was no one else that could have had a motive. He was bitter about getting his ass whooped. Since I deleted and blocked his number, I went to his house to see what was up.
Of course he played it off as if he had nothing to do with it, but he insisted that he knew exactly who did it. He wouldnt tell me but he fed me a shitload of false hope, telling me that he'd talk to the person that did it and see if everything was still intact.
I then took his number again in hopes of recovering what belonged to Joey.
Big Mistake.
I should have known it wasnt going to work out how I wanted it to. I wasnt sure if Joey was mad at the fact that I had went and not told him, or if he thought I had something going on with Shameik still.
It had been a whole week since Joey broke up with me. And as pathetic as it is, all i've done is sulk and cry. I tried to reach out to him numerous times. He blocked me on social media and i'm pretty sure he blocked my number.
I couldnt help but blame myself but at the same time I was angry with JoVaughn for not even listening to my reasoning or trying to make anything work. He just gave up on us so easily.
I thought I meant more to him than that.
I've throwned myself into work, taking on way more jobs than I knew I could handle. As hard as it was on me, it helped me busy myself and not dwell on our separation.
As I was working on a Miami club party flyer, my phone began to ring. I ignored the sound, hoping whoever was calling would just leave me alone. Only two people ever called me, Nicole and Denzel.
I have been speaking to them but only when I was feeling good enough to. Nicole was annoying after a while because she likes to press issues.
My phone rang back to back a few more times and I gave up finally answering.
"What?" I said dryly. I wasnt in the mood to talk to anyone.
"Thats how you answer for your brother?" a deep voice chuckled. I pulled the phone back from my ear and glanced at the number. It was a number that I hadnt seen before. Brother? I didnt have any siblings.
"Who on earth is this?" I questioned with my eyes squinted in confusion.
"I just told you who it was."
I sat quiet for a second before speaking again. "I think you have the wrong number."
"This is Regine right?"
"Yes" I answered still unsure of who this was.
"Then I got the right number."
"Can you please tell me who you are?" I said now getting annoyed.
"It's Rah."
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Rah was my step brother. My mom's husband's son. I've literally had no contact with him since I was like sixteen. He was around twenty two then and moved to California. I hadnt spoken to him since. Which was pretty sad for me because he was the only one of my step siblings that I actually got along with.
Now I was super confused.
"How did you even get my number?" I asked him.
"Dont worry about it. Listen though, momma has been in the hospital for like a month now. I dont know why the fuck no one contacted you about it. They were acting like they had already told you and you just werent responding but I knew you wouldnt do anything like that and it really pissed me off so I took matters into my own hands."
I felt my heart stop at the mention of my mom being in the hospital. I know we hadnt talked in a while and I was pretty upset about her ignoring me but now I see that it could possibly have been because she was in the hospital.
"Is she okay?" I felt my heart beating out of my chest.
"She's actually not doing good at all."
"Whats wrong?" I asked. I didnt want to start crying but I felt tears clouding my vision already.
"She's had cancer for like a year now. Wow, they really havent been telling you anything at all."
My tears finally started to fall. My mom had cancer? I was basically sobbing on the phone.
"I'ma fly you out. When can you come?" Rah asked me. Wiped my tears and took a deep breath.
"As soon as possible" I managed to get out.
"Alright. Ummm, i'ma try to get you a flight for Friday aight?" he said to me.
"Mhmm. Thank you so much" I mumbled.
"Your welcome. I'ma hit you up when I bought the ticket" we said our goodbyes and hung up.
Just when I thought things couldnt get worse.
