Work #6 // Memories Back Then |
Beyoncé has just gotten back to states after a 13 year deployment in Japan. Leaving everything behind back in Houston, she's finally coming home to see her family after many FaceTime calls and written notes.
She'...
We have been in this mall too long. My back and feet hurt like hell, but it's always been tradition for me to take Q shopping for shoes when he brings home good grades. I'm always pleased by them. It wasn't anything shocking though.
Report Card Algebra 1 & 2 | 103 American Government | 102 Human Anatomy | 104 Composition & Literature 2 | 101 Fitness & Health | 100 Writing | 103
His Dad is really gonna reward him for this is well. I still gotta do my part though.
"Your total is $394.44."
I swiped the debit card and entered my PIN number.
"You have a nice day."
"You too! Thank you." I said handing Q his four pairs of shoes.
I backed into someone trying to guide Q through the small crowd of people. I looked back, "I'm sorry! Excuse u-." I didn't even realize it was me ex-boyfriend before Shawn. "Rodney?"
He hadn't aged a bit in jail.
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"Beyoncé, wow!" He smiled with his gorgeous head of teeth. "How are you?" He said stepping to the side, allowing the line to move.
"I'm good and you?" I asked.
"I'm doing okay! I heard about you being back in Houston and I just found out your we're pregnant." He said.
I just remembered, "You were in jail." I blurted out.
He nodded, "For fifteen years! Shawn had just moved to Houston and me and him hated each other ever since he started hitting on you. We all know the reason I went to jail." He said.
"Yeah, I know." I told him.
Shawn is going to kill me and him if he finds out he's out of jail and that we even came in contact.
"Listen, I gotta go." I told him.
"Wait, I heard you work at the hospital now. My sister told me she saw you there a couple days ago." He said.
"Um yeah! I just started. I gotta go."
"Wait a minute, you Aight? What's wrong? Why the rush?"
"Cause I really need to get home cause my feet and back hurt." I told him.
"This your nephew?" He asked looking at Q.
"No! This is my son." I told him.
He stared at him, making an uncomfortable Quincy slide behind me. He wrapped his arms around my belly.
