Someone To Call Bae 2: An African American Urban Romance by Siren

Author:Siren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cole Hart Signature, LLC
Published: 2021-07-14T00:00:00+00:00

11

Jaya

Eight Days Later

Iwas past the brink of insanity. It had been eight days and my daughter was still gone. I wasn’t eating. The only reason why I was sleeping was because my body crashed after three days of no sleep. I’ve been all over Florida. I didn’t have any more tears and all I thought about was my child’s safety.

The “What if” plagued my mind. Instead of swinging on Alisha I should have been grabbing Israel. My face was on fire and I was blind, but I still tried to follow them in my car. I crashed into a fucking tree. I wasn’t even thinking about calling anybody. But the neighbor saw that I parked into their tree and called twelve. I think I knocked myself out because the paramedics was asking me a bunch of questions about my wellbeing. I didn’t care about my wellbeing and all I wanted was to find my daughter. I was feeling like a failure as a mom. I blamed myself for having a baby by a bitch ass nigga.

“Jaya eat, baby.” Auntie Key tried to feed me some gumbo.

“I’m not hungry.” I moved my face.

“Channel 10 is on scene with breaking news…”

“Jaya it’s been two days since you ate something. You can’t look for Israel if you in the hospital for malnutrition.” Auntie Key tried to reason.

“What was first believed to be debris has been identified as a female infant child...”

I let out a breath of frustration as I took a few bites. My auntie was right, if I was in the hospital how was I going to find my daughter.

“Eight days ago, two-month-old Israel Green was taken from her South Miami home when her non-custodial father maced her mother and took baby Israel. Channel 10 is waiting for police to confirm the body of Israel…”

Hearing Israel’s name triggered me to pay attention to the TV. I watched in horror as the news cameras zeroed in on a paramedic loading a small body bag unto a gurney.

“No…no.” I dropped to my knees as my tears fell.

Auntie Key wrapped her arms around me as she cried too.

Okay, God I was ready to wake up. I don’t want to play no more. I don’t know what the lesson was, but I learned whatever you wanted me to learn. I know you are not supposed to question God but I wasn’t understanding why my child was gone. I played no games about my daughter and I wasn’t seeing why I was being punished. I smoke more weed than Snoop Dogg, but I stopped when I found out I was pregnant. I see bitches all the time mistreat, neglect, and abuse their kids and nothing ever happened to them. I was blinded by mace, crashed into a tree, and was unconscious for at least ten minutes and yet none of that shit deterred me from looking for Israel.

Black girls are supposed to be the epitome of strength. But I was tired. I was tired of being mistreated. I was tired of going through bullshit.

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