My eyes fluttered after a buzzing sound played over and over. I turned my head towards the night stand, then I sat up to see what was causing my phone to go off. I could see a picture displaying but I didn't know who it was.
Yawning I reached over and grabbed it, seeing that it was Carter, I slid the answer button over. It's 1 in the morning back home, he's either calling because he wants to go somewhere or he's trying to let one of those fast ass girls stay in my house and his nana isn't having it.
"Hello." I answered.
"Hey ma." His voice was raspy, he kind of sounded like his father.
"Hey pooh, wassup? Why you not sleep?"
"I can't sleep, I needed to talk to you."
"I'm listening, what's going on?"
"Can you come home?" He asked and that caught me by surprise. I thought he'd be living his best life with me in Atlanta.
"Come home? Why, what's wrong?"
"I just need you here Ma, can you just come back tonight?"
"Of course." I sat up. "But the sound of your voice is making me nervous. Are you feeling sick? What's wrong?"
"I just had a crazy day."
"Talk to me about it. What's going on?"
He sighed and stayed quiet for a while. "Dad is in the hospital."
"What?! What happened?!"
"He was supposed to take me car shopping so I went to his house. I called him and he didn't answer so I went in the house, I couldn't find him downstairs so I went up to his room. Opened the door and he was lying there with his girlfriend. When I called his name he still didn't respond. Shook him, he didn't respond. So I flipped him over a.and th.there was dried up blood from his nose and he was foaming at the mouth. His body was hot and he was sweaty so I called 911. They had me check his girlfriend and she, she wa.was dead." He broke down crying.
I was so pissed I was shaking. "Carter don't cry honey."
"Dad would've been dead too if I didn't show up on time. I should've told somebody he's been doing drugs, this wouldn't have happened. This is my fault, I could've stopped this.
"No, NO! Don't you dare blame yourself. This all your dumb ass fathers fault!"
"I heard one of the cops say he can go to jail because of the drugs he had and his girlfriend being dead. They questioned me for hours about what I knew. I know a lot Ma, but I couldn't snitch on my own father and cause him to sit in prison."
I exhaled running my hand down my face. "I'm on my way home. Get some rest baby, I'll see you in a couple hours."
"Can you stay on the phone, please?"
"There is so much that I've seen dad do but I never mentioned and I just want to apologize to you ma. I let him belittle you, mention your drinking but he's done worse. I'm so sorry."