What One Man Won't Do Another Man Will

Chapter 12

Today is King's funeral. I still can't believe that I'm burying my son. Like damn. My baby gone and it's because of some nigga, I don't even know who. Imma find out though that's a promise.

I got fired from work but I honestly don't give a fuck. My baby is gone. Fuck that punk ass job.

Somebody knocked on my door as I thought. "Come in.", I said. I looked at the door as it opened. It's Michael.

"You ready fav?", he asked. I shook my head up and down and stood up. I grabbed my purse and left turning the light off as I did. "I got the lights gone head." I left the house and started the car up. He came out a few minutes later locking the door behind him. He got in the car then I pulled off.

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I walked up to the casket with tears running down my face and the video flashing in my head. When I made it to his casket I broke down. "Why?!", I cried out. "Bring him back! Bring my baby back! King wake up! Wake up King! Baby get up!", I yelled softly shaking him. He's not waking up. Why isn't he waking up.

"Come on.", Michael said with one arm around my back.

"He's not wakin' up Michael! Why ain't he wakin' up?!"

"Come on Nicki." He started pulling me but I wouldn't leave his casket.

"No! No! No!", I shouted hitting him. "I want my baby!" I heard my momma crying and that broke my heart even more if that's even possible. I looked back at her.

"Come on Nicki.", Michael said pulling me. I went with him to my momma this time. I sat in between them and held their hands.

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My momma sung a song as they slowly put my baby in the ground. Michael had to stop me from jumping in there. He's still holding me back. I wanna get in there with him. I don't wanna live without him.

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We're at my momma's house eating well they are I'm in my room laying in my bed on Michael's lap crying. Michael is rubbing my back.

Eventually I fell asleep.