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Chapter 8
Erin's POV
"Guys this isn't why we came here!" I exclaimed. We were all sitting now. The people in the store didn't notice yet, but I suspected that they were getting suspicious.
"Well what do we live for if we don't help each other get through rough times?" Shaunee asked.
"Dunno," I shrugged.
"Erin! You know that you can get through this! We're all here for you!" She smiled at me.
"You don't know how hard this is! To lose a parent is worse than… WAY worse than losing a diamond earring. OKAY? You don't understand!" I turn away from her, she just doesn't get it. My mother and I were the closest friends and my father and I well we were closer than a micrometer... WAY closer.
"But I do," she told me, her expression went from a cheerful and supportive smile to a inconvienant frown. "When I was thirteen my mother was working near the pentagon. A horrid workplace she had, but she had no better job for some still refuses to let us African American peoples into the American Society. She died on Semptember eleventh two thousand one after a part of the wretched building that she work next to fell on her workplace, collapsing the whole thing." Shaunee went quiet and we all sat in silence.
"Do you people need any help 'cause you been sittin' here for a while," he stood towering over us, probably about five foot eleven. I probably would've gone for him if we weren't in this situation.
"I- well-" Shaunee was cut off by Alisha Keys' "No One" that signaled someone important was calling. Her brows furrowed in concern which was unusual because she worries too much about worry lines. She flipped open her phone.
"Hello?" She said into the phone. There was a muffled and far to distress-y voice for me to handle after hearing about my mother's death and my father's injured state.
"She's had how many kids?" she gasped and then said, "Where are they all?" Then a small shriek came from whoever was talking on the other end, although I think it was Stevie since her scream sounded tainted with a twang of Okie. "Z? What's wrong with Stevie Rae?" The muffled voice came again. Shaunee started to cry, though a little better than my sobs earlier. My tears had just dried when Shaunee phone had rung.
A little while after she hung up (she had been sobbing too hard to understand what she was saying) she told us what Zoey had said to her. "She-" Shuanee hicupped, "She said that Stevie Rae was having a miscarriage and that Z had already had Nyx's four children. Therefore we have to go because there are three people there and four babie- toddlers." We all looked at her in confusion.
"I'll explain in the car on the way home," she told us. We agreed that that was going to be explained in the car.
We almost split but I called out to them, "Guys?" They turned towards me. "On the way home can we stop at uh-" I stumbled over the words to explain, "Halia's daycare on the way home?" Erik started to walk away again and act nonchalant like he didn't hear me. Damien shrugged, poor guy probably thought I was gonna ask for tips, well I had told them this much so I might as well tell them the rest, "To pick up Jessica."
"Jessica? Who is that?" Jack asked.
"My daughter."
"Erin..." Damien hesitated, "How old?"
"Almost five."
"With who?" Jack grilled.
"Erik."
"Your WHAT Erin?" Shaunee made a half surprised half this is awesome face.
"My daughter."