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- Vanessa Valor - - Los Angeles, California -
"shh" roddys mom comforted me as i cried lightly in her arms. as i dialed roddys number for the 10th time now, it went straight to voicemail.
my tears fell from my cheeks fastly as his voice from his voicemail made me even more upset.
i wanna know if he's okay. pop went and shot the fuck up wit bird and tjay at travis and whoever he was with.
he still got away..
roddy.. they couldn't find him.
i've been calling, texting, everything! i even have police and everybody else out to find him.
"Baby you gotta calm down" she pulled away. "you can't be stressing like this" she wiped my tears.
"but roddy h-he.. he could be dead" my breathing began to hitch.
"roddy's fine, baby. trust me. he can handle his own" i sniffled.
"i just want him here. aaliyah and kenny want him here" she sighed.
"i know, mama. but you can't stress like this. you gotta stay strong" she bargained. "if not for roddy, then for your kids. your pregnant, nessa. if you stress so much, it can cause a miscarriage" i brought my hands up as i began to cry more.
if roddy got killed.. and i lost our LAST baby we could ever make? id lose myself.
the door opener making me open my eyes fastly but sigh seeing pop walk through the door.
"the police said they got a lead" he sighed kneeling down to me. "they know where travis is and their going there now"
"r-roddy" i shook my head as my voice shook.
"i know, Ness. but he's gonna come home. i promise i ain't gon rest until roddys home and travis is 6 feet deep" he said sternly. "believe me"
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