Chapter 3

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"It's like every interception we just missed each other you got your niggas waiting tell me you ain't six feet under and tell me that your coming back and you just took a break maybe I blamed you for everything but, that was my mistake....."

As, my alarm clock went off I quickly yanked the cord out the wall in frustration and looked at the sound of glass breaking and realized I knocked something onto the floor. Looking down at the cracked picture of me and him I sat down with my head in my hands thinking back on that day. I kept replaying the scene feeling like I've always missed something but, just couldn't put my finger on it.

(flashback)

"BABY! GET YO SILLY ASS OFF OF ME ND GO GET MYLA!" Slapping him across his head I took off upstairs to go see why my mini me was crying and acting a plum ass fool until a loud noise stopped me. Turning to reach for the door handle I heard a loud .BOM BOM BOM POP POP POP! In shock I ran down the stairs and grabbed somebodies gun on the floor but, stopped at the sight of blood all over the living room. With the gun tightly in my hand tears started running down my cheeks. Carefully I slowly walked around the dead bodies looking for Chris but, was stopped by the faint sound of sirens. In a hurry I ran upstairs threw money in three big duffle bag and rushed to the car the threw them in the trunk. Running back in the house I grabbed my daughter out her crib and put her in the car seat and hopped in the car hitting 90 down 59 fwy. As I drove tears ran down my face for hours until, I finally pulled over and put my head on the steering wheel. Wiping my wet face I looked at my daughter and turned around heading for California.

(flashback over)

"MOMMY!" My daughter screams knocking me out of my thoughts as she jumps into my bed holding a box. Looking confused I grabbed the box and sat up in my bed trying to decide if I should open it. As, I read the note that was on top of the box I tried to sit down but, my mind started running 80 mph with questions then my head started spinning and the room soon became black.

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