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Chapter 17

A Birdie with No Home

BIRDIE

One Month later…

“Step out and lift the hood of your car,” I unbuckle my seatbelt, happy this will be the last visit to this peace of shit hell hole as I wobble over the hood of my car, opening it. I have no patience, and I can offer no smile, and he knows not to even bother expecting one.

I don’t even pay attention as I follow the mundane rules to get into the facility and see my brother, who will be released from prison next month.

Hell, I almost didn’t come, but it’s been over damn near six months since I saw him and I swear to damn God, Securus and me will end up tussling if he keeps calling me, so on my Saturday, I brought my ass up here, even though I promised never to show myself here again.

Once I get inside, I wait for my brother as several eyes stare at me, thinking of how last time I was here, I met Saw. I lick my lip at the thought, but I shake it from my head. I can’t afford to think about that while here…not now…

When the doors buzz open and LaMarcus comes out, I stand and he raises a brow, watching me. I see anguish on his face when he looks at my belly, but I smile.He’s the only one I smile at… the only one in my family I care about right now.

I know I’m not supposed to let men touch me… those are the rules I stand by because my Daddy… my Owner gave them to me, but today… just for today, I wobble around and give my brother a big hug. It’s the first and only one I’ve gotten since… hell since the last time I saw him. Something in my heart cracks, but I pull away, holding it together.

“What’s up Marcus, how are you feeling?” I ask him when I go to sit down, but he says nothing. He just puts his head down and I see my brother cry for the first time in the fifteen years he’s been locked up.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffles like a big baby, and I comfort him. He’s never shed tears, but he’s crying for me. I appreciate that but I don’t need them. Of course, I don’t say that aloud. I just let him cry…

That’s how the entire visit went.

By the time I get out, I’m so tired and drained. I just want to go home, but my eyes cut to a clearing with caution tape.Wait…could that be…?Before I can think, I veer over in my new car and drive for what feels like ages until I reach a familiar clearing.There’s nothing here…

But the cabin that I spent what has to be the most significant days of my life is gone. My heart races as I step out of the car and my heart aches when I go over the pile of wood that once was my home with him.It’s gone…I don’t know why, but it hurts…it hurts so fucking much.

I clutch my chest and tears I had yet to shed fall as I walk around, looking for something… anything that reminds me of him, but nothing r— A glimmer catches my eye, and I wobble over. I move the rubble and my heart sings when I pull out the knife Saw used when he caught me.

Falling to my knees, I cry, mourning the life I treasured even if it was short lived. I miss him…I want him…

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!” I shout, crying. “You promised to give me everything! You said I was made for you! You said that if I gave myself to you, you’d give the things I was fearful to ask for! YOU PROMIIIIIISSSSSSSEEEEEEEDDDDDDD!!!” I shout, tired of pretending and holding this pain.

He promised me… and I believed him… yet he has the fucking audacity to disappear and claim to be dead! I clutch the knife like a lifeline… huffing. “I will never forgive you if you leave me like this…” I rock back and forth, sitting in gut-wrenching pain.

By the time I get in my car, I’m flaming pissed, not only at that son of bitch, but at the world. They took the last piece I had of him… hell they tookhimfrom me. I want to make everything and everyone pay.

Once I get to my house, it’s late, but I expect to see a few paparazzi hanging around. However, after the day I came home from the clinic, they stopped showing up as often along with my family.

Every now and then, a few, mainly three bastards in particular, harass me. I expect them to be sneaking about as per usual, so color me surprised when I don’t see them, but instead see a big ass all-black G-wagon parked in my yard.

Cautiously, I pull up, taking out the knife and holding it, ready to strike if someone on some fuck shit, but I’m shocked when I notice it’s my cousin who I haven’t seen in ages.

“Angel?” I reel back with a frown, and she smiles, giving me the biggest hug ever.

“Robin! How are you?!” she asks with a genuine smile that I haven’t seen since I came to this place, taking me aback.

“I… I’m good,” I tell her, unsure what else to say. That’s my default answer since that’s all people want to hear me say. They don’ttrulywant to know my thoughts, feelings, and opinions on the matter, because the moment I do, then I’m insane, lost, and brainwashed.

To them if I express my feelings, I’m a pitiable soul who suffers from Stockholm syndrome and can’t think for herself.

But Angel frowns, looking me over as if she knows I’m not. She and I had been close before she moved to California. Suddenly, we just lost track of time with her being a secretary for a CEO and me being an accountant for a huge bank.

With all that, we never faulted each other for being on our grown woman shit, and when we linked up, we linked up heavy. I heard a while ago from her mama that she came back here when she got into it with her boyfriend, and I even heard she was pregnant, but that must not be true because that was only a few weeks before my ordeal… she would still be pregnant, but she looks normal to me.

No, she looks amazing, and she couldn’t have gotten into it with her boyfriend that much from the massive rock on her finger and the huge ass Jason Momoa-looking dude sitting in the front, watching us with nearly golden eyes behind shades, looking at her as if the sun and moon rise with her.

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