You Was Right | Sequel

~ 9 ~

Cont.

Symere

Shortly after talking to Robin, my phone started ringing.

I looked at the caller ID

Jillian

I clicked the green answer button.

"Hello?"

I said.

"Hey is this Symere?"

I heard a young male voice on the other end.

I looked at the screen of my phone in confusion to see if I had read the caller ID wrong but it had said Jillian.

"Yes thats me."
I replied, confused.

"Is Jillian with you? This is her son and she's not home so I'm kinda just worried."
The voice said.

"Nah, sorry Jillian isn't with me. I never really seen her either, we just talked on the phone about some business."
I said.

"Um- okay. Thanks."
He replied. I could definitely sense the anxiousness in his voice.

"Wait!"
I said before he hung up.

"I can help you look for her. You seem really worried and I could probably find her easily."
I offered.

"That would really help me."
He said with hope.

"Um.. are you home alone?"
I asked him.

"Yes."
He said.

"I can come pick you up if you want and then we can look for her."
I again, offered.

"Okay, I'll send you the address."
He said.

"Aight, imma be there in a few."

I hung up the phone and looked up seeing Brittany glaring at me.

"Who was that?"
She asked curiously.

"Mind ya fucking business."
I said without making any eye contact.

"I'm leaving and I'll be back in a few. Take care of the girls and if anything happens to either one, nobody gone know where you went and I bet nobody would care neither."
I said sternly.

"Oh yeah, and my boys supposed to come over."
I added just in case if they came before I got back home.

I walked upstairs and saw the girls playing in the room.

"Bye babies, imma be back soon. Be good for Brittany."
I said while giving both of them a hug.

They both gave me a hug and went right back to playing.

Sage

I looked around the house, to see if I could find any clues on where momma could be.

No luck.

I had texted Symere the crib address.

A couple minutes later I locked the main house door and sat outside waiting for Symere.

Symere

I put the address Jillian's son had texted me in the GPS.

I followed the GPS and it had directed me to a hood neighborhood.

Reminded me of the place where I spent my childhood at.

I stopped in front of a house and saw a boy maybe around the age of 11 or 12, sitting on the steps.