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Onika POV:

"Onika wake up" Chanel said pinching me. It's a month later and lemme catch y'all up. Chanel went to the hospital and stayed for about three days so they could make sure everything was fine with her before they let her go luckily they didn't hurt her tooo bad she just had a lot of bruises and a broke arm. She acts fine and normal but I know she's still traumatized I couldn't even imagine what she went through in there she's just trying to be strong for us. Because we don't have a mother anymore she's our mother figure. Speaking of mommy her funeral is this Friday and I'm not ready at all. I haven't got to accept the fact that she is gone I been keeping myself busy so I don't think about it.

"ONIKA GET YO ASS UP"  she yelled hitting me hard "owwwwwwwww" I whined holding where she hit me. It really really realllly hurted. "Get up" she said "Chanelllll that hurttttt" I whined "I'm sorry cookie but you gotta get up" she said in a soft tone. I nodded sniffing then had a flash back.

                        Flash back: nika is 12

"MOMMY , MOMMY" I yelled running to the kitchen I had been at my aunty for the weekend and I missed my mommy so much. It was water wasted that I didn't see making me slip and hit my head on the table. "OWWWWWW" I cried out holding my head making my mother look at me "MOMMY MY HEAD" I yelled crying "Onika I done told yo ass about running in this damn house" she scolded me "I'm s-sorry mommy but my h-head it hurtssss" I cried and she walked over to me and bent down "move ya hand girl" I moved it and watched as she examined it. She brought her hand up and touched where it hurt the most at "sssss momma stopp" I cried "you gotta cut on ya head get up and go in my bathroom here I come" she said and I nodded getting going into the bathroom and waiting on her. While I was waiting I looked at my head it had a big cut on it and it was bleeding . Looking at it I started to tear up. This cut is ugly on my lovely face.

A few minutes later she walked in with some alcohol and a bandaid. I hope she don't think she finna put that on MY head. She poured the alcohol on some tissue and brought it up to my head "nooooo" I whined grabbing her hand "Come on let me put it on there cookie" she said trying to put it on but I just backed up into the counter "Onika I'm not playing with ya ass na let me put it on" she said slightly yelling and my eyes watered up. She know I don't like getting yelled at "I'm sorry baby just let me put it on" she said and I nodded. She poured some more onto the tissue and dabbed it on the cut. In like a second it was burning "owwww mommy it burns" I cried and she just picked me up and sat me down on the counter "ik baby but we gotta make sure it don't get infected" she said then putting it on the cut and holding it there for a while "MOMMY MOVE IT" I yelled and she took it off. I was sobbing now I know I'm too old but it hurts so bad. She put the bandaid on and told me to get down.

I went and laid on her bed and she joined me I rolled over on her and laid on her chest "I love you ugly" she said and I giggled "I love you too stanky" I said and she gasped thumping my arm I laughed we watched tv until I dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

End of flashback

"NIKA" brat yelled In my face "WHAT" I yelled back "Beyoncé wanna talk to yo grumpy ass" she said and my face softened "when you get here" I asked "a few minutes ago" she said handing me the phone then walking out. I looked down at the phone and seen Beyoncé head in the camera "Baby move yo face back" I said slightly laughing "Nika y-you come" she asked "Yea I'm coming baby, did you take yo medicine" I asked getting up and brushing my teeth "g-gone" she said and I looked at her "what you mean it's gone" "empty" she said and I nodded putting some deodorant on "We gone refill it one day this week" I said and she said ok. I wasn't about to change and I already showered last night so I put some lotion on grabbed my charger and my head phones and walked out. Fuck a backpack.

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