No one was hungry. Anh barely ate, but Marcus and I tried our best to get her to eat anyway. Troiann mostly lay in bed sleeping, either with me or Marcus. It had gone on all week and as Friday night rolled in, I wasn't surprised as Anh passed on the plate of food Loraine had me bring over.
"I'm okay, Cree, baby." Anh gave me a weak smile as she sat on the couch.
I sat beside her, running my fingers through her messy hair. She wasn't okay. None of us were. "Maybe we should get you to bed."
Anh patted my knee. "I'm not tired."
"Anh, you gotta rest and eat. You gotta be strong for Troy," I said. I also needed her strong for me because there was only so much longer I was going to be able to put up my front of having it together. Each time I came to their house I was reminded of the tragedy that had occurred on Sunday. I didn't want it to be true, no one deserved for that type of thing to be true.
Anh sat back and sighed. "I don't wanna be strong right now. There's so much to do. So much to plan. I can't do it all on my own."
"We'll help you, I promise," I told her.
She shook her head. "I'm pregnant."
My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I fought the urge to cry. No. "A-are you sure?"
"Howard and I were planning on doing this right this time around. We talked about getting married and getting a bigger house. We were going to have our second chance, Cree. I can't do this on my own. I need Troy." Anh was forever the strongest woman I knew growing up, seeing her so broken hurt me deeply. So deep that I refused to be weak, she needed me, she needed Troy, and I was going to be here for them, no matter what.
"We'll get through this, Anh. This baby is going to be so loved," I swore. Troiann liked kids and Marcus and Tremaine were good with kids too from what I'd seen of them both babysitting one of Tremaine's cousins.
I was more than grateful for the Ballas. We weren't friends, we were family, and when one of us was in need, they all banded together and came out. All of the Ballas had called or shown up since Monday and it made my heart swell to the see the boys show support. Even Mr. Parker had come by to offer help with the funeral arrangements. He'd met my father and they'd talked briefly.
I loved every bit of the people in my life. Even Omari had come by more than once for Troiann and Anh. Yes, I loved these people dearly.
When Anh began drifting to sleep while watching some marathon on TV I headed to the kitchen to clean up.
I had just started the dish water when Marcus stepped into the room. The way he was looking at me had me worried.
"What's wrong? Is Troy okay?" I turned from the sink and took a step closer to Marcus.
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Playin' HardTeen Fiction
Hard Novel #1 When star athlete, DeAndre Parker clashes with a tough no-nonsense female classmate, he quickly learns that unlike basketball, there's no playin' hard in the game of love.