Define: B.O.S.S.

Define: R.E.V.E.L.A.T.I.O.N.S. (Part 2)

I pull out my phone, raising my gun again at the both of them.

“Call Vanity."

The phone did what I said, bringing her name up on the screen. An old picture covered the bottom half. It was me and her in the fourth grade, smiling  at the camera. I smile, despite the situation I was in.
“ Terrance where are you? What did you do?"

“ Come down here to Marcus's house. Now."

I hang up, before she starts asking questions. I don't have time.
  I walk over to the door, unlocking it.

“ We gonna be here a while."

(VANITY'S POV)

      Ever since I was little, I was a burden. I was just another thing to take care of. I was just taking up space. All I dreamt of was to find love in this cold ass world, and I did, in a mean ass, smart, eight-year old with a deep dimple in his right cheek, and light brown flecks in his eyes. He makes me feel loved, and free.

With Marcus, it's different. With him, I can't let go. I'm stuck. Every time I see him, all the good memories flood my mind, melting my heart.
Remember the bad times, too?

I've never met a person who's made me feel completely helpless. He always makes fun of how un-educated I am. Since I had stuff going on at home, school wasn't a priority. He would make me change clothes when he felt like it, hit me when he felt like it. Most nights, I would open the door to my room and find him there, waiting for me.
I shouldn't be running to this man, I should be running from him.

I have to realize the only one that got me in this world is my grandma and Terrance. I have to realize that.
RING! RING! RI-

“ Terrance? What did you do? Where are you?"

“ Come down here to Marcus's house. Now."

He hangs up in my face, but I don't care at the moment. The bad feeling that's been sitting in my chest since this morning is spreading like fire, running down my legs and into my fingers, tingling like adrenaline. I grab my jacket, Miel, and her bottle, filled with formula, and run outside to the ca-

No car.

“Damn it, Terrance." Without missing a beat, I whip out my phone.

Who do I call?
No one.

“ I'll just walk. It's only about ten minutes away." I voice to Amalia, already starting to walk down the street. How hard could it be?

...

It is about fifteen minutes later, and I am near crawling to the front door of Marcus's house. I look down in my arms at Amalia, and she's been quiet the whole time.
How did she...
No time.

“Listen," I whisper to myself, trying to shake the sweat from my new braids.

“ Terrance has this under control, no matter what. Trust him."

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step into thick, complete silence. I look to my left, and see Marcus, dressed only in boxers, terrified. Behind him, off to the corner, is Monicka, naked, hardly covered up in her lace panties. She looks scared, too, and guilty. I look over to my right, and see Terrance, calm as ever, even with his gun pointed at Marcus.

Marcus, however, had his eyes trained on me.

“ Who's baby is that?"

“ What?" I can barely get the word out of my dry mouth.