Movin' On.

chapter twenty-seven | here she goes again.

AALIYAH

Aaliyah parked her car in front of Charlotte's house.
She pulled down the vanity mirror to check her makeup before she get out and go inside.
She came over to babysit Noei while Charlotte had to go to work.

She closed the mirror and grab her purse from the passengers side.
Opening the door, she hopped out and closed it after she got out.

She pressed the lock button on her key to the Lexus she was driving twice.
Walking around the car and onto the grass, a spoil smell hit her nose.
She knew it wasn't her.
She did her hygeine before she left.

She sniffled and walk slowly, looking around to find where the scent was coming from.
The scent got stronger when she came close to it.
She continued to look around until her eyes stopped on a body that was laying in a pool of blood.

Gasping and dropping her things as she rushed over to the body.
She kneel down and carefully push the body back to where she can see the face.
It was a female.

Aaliyah examined the face and finally realized it was Freta. She's an friend to Charlotte.

Tears filled up her eyes and fall as she caressed her face.
She couldn't believe that was her.
Aaliyah got up and ran to Charlotte's place, telling her what happened.

Once she got there, she open up the gate and ran up the steps.
Thankfully, Charlotte was coming out of her house all dressed up in her work attire.
Which was a white button up shirt, black pants, and a red ascot tie.

Charlotte was about to walk down the steps but stopped when she saw Aaliyah.

"Hey girl, what's wrong?"
Charlotte asked.

Aaliyah cried and wipe her eyes as she got herself together before telling her.

"It's Freta. Somebody shot her and she's dead."
Aaliyah explained.

Charlotte froze.
Her eyes were large and mouth agape.

"She can't be, Liyah."
She corrected her.

"Charlotte, I just saw her body when I got out the car. She had pool of blood around her."

Charlotte's eyes watered and shook her head constantly.
"I won't believe it!"
Her voice cracked.
"Freta is not dead, I know she is not."

Aaliyah cried with her and walk up to her on the steps to comfort.

Charlotte hunched over and place her things on the steps.
Her body shook with sadness as tears fall from hers and she let out a ugly cry.

"No, no!"

"It's alright, Lo, it's alright."
Aaliyah assured her, rubbing her on the back in circular motion while holding her close to her.

"Who would do this to her, she didn't do anything!"

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SILKK

Silkk walk into his kitchen to find Mya sitting at the island, sipping on a glass of water.