Here is the lost part of 29......
Don had fallen asleep after our session snoring like a bear and I was up and starving. I didn't know what to eat because I was sick of the same craving for chicken. All I knew was that once I gave birth, if anyone mentioned the word chicken that we would fight.
Getting up I headed to the kitchen and ate the remains of the white chocolate that Ant had given me. My hunger wasn't satisfied so I had to search the refrigerator. After turning on some music and deciding on a meal of fried chicken and macaroni salad I went to work.
My phone rang out interrupting my groove in cooking. "Hello?" "Sissy I miss you." Alayna said not even bothering to greet me. "I miss you too kid. What's up?" I asked while chopping the onions. "Uh can I come over because I don't have school tomorrow and Ma and Daddy are kissing and making babies." I laughed as she whispered the last part. "Not tonight Lay, I'll come get you first thing in the morning. We can go to iHop and shopping."
"Can you do my hair too? Ma keeps putting it in all the ponytails and I hate them." I could practically see her pouting. "Whatever you want but listen, get off the phone and go pack your bag for the weekend and I'll see you in the morning. Alright?" "Okay bye." She hung up not giving me a chance to say bye back.
"You cooking for me?" I looked up and over at Don standing in the doorway shirtless. "Not just for you and go put a shirt on then come make some juice." He kissed his teeth and went on to make the juice. "So we not putting on a shirt? Cool." I mumbled. "Shut your mouth B I don't want to put one on. And make them wings into hot wings." he tried to order. "Uhm no, these will not become hot wings and you shut your mouth before I do it myself."
After mixing the salad, I made our plates and we sat down to eat. "Can I ask you something Brit?" "Even though you just did but go ahead and ask another." I smiled. "Cute." he smirked. "You don't pray before your meals? Like you know for the food to be nourishment to your body and such?" What? "Uhm, no I don't even though I should. I do when I'm with my parents because that's what they do. Why do you ask?"
"Just something that I noticed." "So you pray before meals?" I threw the question back at him. He looked away. Maybe I shouldn't have asked. "Don? I didn't mean to ask that, I just wanted to know like you wanted to and-" "I used to when I was younger back when my mom was uh... when my mom was living. If I didn't pray when I woke, before meals and before bed it was a problem for her."
I wasn't sure of what to say so I just waited. "I stopped because it would remind me of her. I even went to church and that stopped after her death. I was tired of people there feeling sorry for me so my dad never made me go."
Reaching across the table to grab his shaking hands, our eyes met. "Uh..." he started to speak again but stopped and looked away from me. "When you asked about my childhood home that day, I couldn't help but to get aggravated. Nobody ever asked me that and I didn't know how to handle it. She, my mom was killed there."
My heart stopped for a second as I processed what he had said. My asking brought back that memory of his mom being murdered when he probably had put that in the back of his mind with all of the things that he didn't want to relive or remember. I couldn't help but to feel as if it were my fault.
"I can remember that day. I came home from school and she wasn't on the porch or in the kitchen to greet me with my sandwich as always. I searched all over and found her in the bedroom that she shared with my dad, it looked like it was a suicide. At 16, I knew better. My mom wasn't suicidal. She couldn't have been."
"I continued to tell my dad that and it wasn't until a week before he passed that he told me the truth. And that it was his mistress did it. Based off of him saying that he would leave my mom for her. I guess he wasn't moving fast enough and the bitch took matters into her own hands."
