5IVE // Pooter ✔️

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sorry fa the delay 🥲 school + homework + practices + games are majority of my life rn. 💔

5ive ❤️‍🔥

Later that Morning...

"Bae, wake up.", I hear DJ say, followed by his large hands shaking me awake.

I open one eye and look at him. "What?"

"Your folks are here.", he answers, making me tear my face up. "What folks?"

He tells me, "Your parents, nigga."

I sit up and wipe my eyes. "They're here? As in your apartment?"

"Yeah, they waiting for you in the living room.", he says and I sigh. Ain't no telling what these mf's got going right now.

Rolling out of DJ's bed, I drag myself into the living room.

"Good morning, sleepy head.", my dad announces as soon as he sees me.

"Morning.", I reply, followed by a yawn.

My mama pats the spot on the couch between them and I oblige.

Once I sit down, I lean my head onto my daddy's shoulder.

"DJ called and told me that something happened last night.", he says and wraps his arm around me.

I nod softly, feeling my heart break all over again.

"What happened?", my mama asks.

"So it all started when Oni had popped up out of nowhere..."

I trail off, telling them everything and leaving out no details.

"Basically what you're saying is that your auntie and uncle called Oni to get Syx but didn't let you know so you called the police who eventually let her go with him?"

I answer, "Basically."

"I'll fuck Tanya and Rodney up.", he says and my mama nods in agreement.

She adds, "Exactly. They know that Syx is your baby. You've been doing so good raising him, especially for him not to be yours."

I simply shake my head, still sad.

My dad rests his chin on my head in a comforting way.

However his phone rings, interrupting our moment.

He checks his Apple Watch and quickly gets up.

"It's the court.", he says and walks away.

I watch as he opens the front door and walks out.

"How are you doing, sweet pea?"

Turning to my mom, I give her a questioning look.

"How is your mental state right now?", she reiterates. "I know a lot of black parents who don't ask their children about their mental health, and I don't wanna be one."

I answer, "I'm good."

"Zaire...", she says with a side eye. "I'm serious, mama. I always come out on top, just give me some time."

She sighs. "Okay, sweet pea. But I'm always one call away if you ever need me."

"I know, thank you.", I reply, just as the front door opens again.