Masuk*JAMIRA*
As soon as we stepped inside, my mouth dropped. People were everywhere, dressed impeccably, and seemingly oblivious to anything else. Sparklers adorned the bottle girls, and the atmosphere was electric, instantly captivating me. The DJ was in the corner, surrounded by dancers at his table. The lights were vibrant, and a gentle breeze made the space feel comfortable. Just then, Simone arrived with four drinks. I downed mine immediately, as if it were the last drink on Earth. Ayana did the same. Simone sipped hers, while Keema simply held hers, as if she simply enjoyed the idea of having a drink in her hand. By the minute, I was loosening up. Before I knew it, I was bent over, dancing on Ayana, who slapped my butt and shouted, “Aye!” I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun. We danced and laughed so hard that I felt lightheaded. When I decided to find a place to sit, I found myself a bit dizzy. I let Ayana and Simone know I was going to the bar when I heard something slick come out of Keema’s raggedy mouth. “This is exactly why you need to stay at home.” I turned to her, confirming that she was talking to me. Against my better judgment, I couldn’t resist the urge to snatch her lips off her face and stomp hers in the ground. Ayana’s words echoed in my head: “It’s my birthday, and I’m going to enjoy it.” Finally, I reached the bar and ordered another drink. When the bartender handed me the glass, I heard the smoothest voice I’d heard in a while. It was deep yet soft, like velvet to my ears. “What are you drinking, beautiful?” Taken aback, I turned to match the voice to the man. What I saw was nothing short of a masterpiece. He was tall and fair-skinned, with dark hair and a matching goatee. His smile could light up the darkest of rooms. I was enamored. “Excuse me?” I asked, looking around once again to confirm who the intended audience was. He leaned forward, this time next to my ear. “I said what are you drinking, beautiful?” “Oh, a Long Island,” I nervously said. “It’s okay, I don’t bite,” he replied, smiling at me. I knew then that this man was going to be trouble. After a few minutes of talking and drinking, he finally asked me to dance. I agreed. Why did it have to be a slow song? He walked me over to the wall and grabbed my waist as we danced to Grind With Me by Pretty Ricky. As I pushed against him, I could feel him harden against my butt. He pressed further into it. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the pent-up tension I’d been holding on to, but all I knew was that I wanted him. As the drink settled, I began to sway and relax my limbs. As if on cue, he leaned down next to my ear again and said, “Let’s get out of here.” At this moment, not only did I mess up, but all common sense went out the window. Before I could second-guess my decision, I took his hand and went to Ayana to let her know. “Okay, Mira, I see you!” “Yana, I came to tell you that I’m leaving with this man.” Confused, she responded, “You know him?” “No, we just met, but I’ll catch up with you all later.” “Bitch, no! I’m coming with you.” I pulled her to the side to explain to her that my mind was made up. “Yana I know you’re upset, but I got this urge in my body and a pool in my panties I need to take care of.” “Ok but that’s what Chris is for or have you forgot about him? You’re here to have fun not go home with a stranger who for all we know could be a serial killer.” In that moment she was right, but like I said all common sense was out the window and I didn’t care I wanted him. “Fuck Chris! You said it yourself. It’s my day and this is what I want I need you to understand.” Even in my compromised state I could tell she was conflicted and wasn’t in the least interested in what I was saying. Then something shifted like she decided to lift the reigns a bit. “First of all I can’t stand Chris, but you love him. Second if you’re sure you want to do this keep your location on at all times and make that man strap up. Third, call me as soon as you leave so I know you’re safe. Am I being clear?” I smiled and nodded. We both hugged and said I love you to each other. She turned around and joined the other two while I walked out with…. Wait who is this?*ERIC* “I don’t like him.” Mira didn’t look up. That pissed me off more than if she had argued. She sat on the other end of the couch with her legs underneath her, scrolling through something on her phone like our daughter hadn’t just left this house with some strange man. Some strange man who apparently thought he could pull into my driveway. Walk to my front door. Ring my doorbell. And leave with my daughter. Like that shit was normal. “Mira.” “I heard you.” “I said I don’t like him.” “And I said nothing.” “Exactly.” She looked up. “What do you want me to say?” “That you agree.” “I don’t.” I stared at her. She went back to her phone. I reached over and grabbed it. “Jamira.” That got her attention. Her eyes lifted slowly. “What?” “You saw him.” “Yes.” “You saw his shoes?” She blinked. “His shoes?” “Yes.” “What was wrong with his shoes?” I sat forward. “Exactly.” “What?” “You didn’t notice.” She stared at me. Then started laughing. “This isn’t fun
*CHRIS*The plan was to come back, spend time with my folks, maybe do a little shopping, and go back home.However, things didn’t quite go as planned.My son had been talking about this damn tree for three weeks.Not Christmas.Not presents.Not Santa.The tree.Specifically, the big one downtown that apparently required an entire ceremony just to turn the lights on.I didn’t understand the excitement.It was a tree.With lights.We had one of those at home.Smaller.Inside.Warm.And I didn’t have to stand around a hundred strangers to look at it.But apparently that wasn’t the same.Honestly, I was hoping he’d forget all about it.Safe to say he didn’t.“Daddy.”“What?”“When are they gonna turn it on?”I looked at my phone.“Seven.”He looked at the tree.Then back at me.“When is seven?”“In fifteen minutes.”He frowned.“That’s long.”“It’s fifteen minutes.”“I know.”Clearly he didn’t.He grabbed my hand again.Four years old.Impatient as hell.And somehow capable of asking the
*JAMIRA*It had been a while since all of the kids were home all day, every day.I was used to Eli and Erica being home with me, but the other three?I was ready to ship them off to their grandparents’ house for the remainder of Christmas break.Christmas with five children was completely overstimulating.Beautiful.Warm.Magical.Whatever.But mostly chaotic.I stood in my kitchen staring at flour on the counter, flour on the floor, flour on Esme’s shirt, and somehow—flour in her hair.I didn’t even remember giving her flour.“Esme.”She looked up at me.“Yes, Mommy?”“Why is there flour in your hair?”Her little hand immediately went to her head.“I don’t know.”Ayana snorted beside me.I looked at her.“Don’t.”“I didn’t say anything.”“You laughed.”“Because she doesn’t know.”“I don’t!” Esme insisted.“Baby, you put it there.”“No.”I stared at her.She stared back.Four years old.Four.And already committed to lying directly to my face.I sighed.“Okay.”Esme smiled.Apparentl
*ERIC*Ten years.Ten years full of tears, drama, parental guidance, and plenty of goddamn patience.And the time had finally come.My little Sour Patch was finally walking across the stage and going out into the world as a grown-ass woman I was somehow still going to end up financially responsible for.Graduations were stupid.Not because they didn’t matter.They did.Obviously.But whoever decided hundreds of families needed to sit in folding chairs for three hours to watch their kid walk across a stage for twelve seconds needed their ass beat.I shifted in my seat.Again.Mira looked over.“Stop moving.”“My back hurts.”“You’re forty.”“Exactly.”“That is not old.”“Tell my back.”She rolled her eyes.Eli moved against her chest.He’d been asleep for almost twenty minutes.One year old.Knocked completely out despite the heat, the people, the announcements, and his siblings doing everything possible to make sure nobody around us enjoyed themselves.I was just glad we remembered th
*KAYLA*“I’m doing curls.”“No, you’re not.”I looked up from my phone.Nia stared at Brielle like she’d personally offended her.Brielle touched her hair.“Why not?”“Because you said that last time, then straightened it thirty minutes before we left.”“That was different.”“How?”“It was humid.”“It’s always humid.”“That’s not true.”“We live in Georgia.”I laughed and looked back down at my phone.We’d been talking about the father-daughter dance for almost an hour.Technically, we were supposed to be studying.Nobody had opened a book.Nia had already picked her dress.Dark green.Her dad was wearing a matching tie because apparently she’d ordered it herself after he said he was wearing whatever he already had in his closet.Brielle hadn’t bought anything yet, but she had seventeen dresses saved on her phone and hated all of them.She’d shown us every single one.Twice.“I think I want my hair up,” Nia said.“You just said curls.”“Curled and up.”“That’s different.”“No, it’s no
*KACIE*I had planned on having a normal day.A day like any other, with not much of anything going on.I looked out the window and saw my car.I couldn’t remember the last time I washed it.It was covered in dirt and debris of some sort.It didn’t help that it was once white.Now it had turned all shades of brown, with black streaks of dirt running down the sides.At least I thought it was still white underneath all that shit.I figured since I’d spent so much time cleaning up my life, I might as well clean the car too.So I grabbed my keys and headed to the car wash up the street by the gas station on the corner.Life had become calm and quiet.Which felt almost disrespectfully normal.No phone calls in the middle of the night.No police officer standing at my door.No dramatic messages waiting for me when I woke up.Nothing that warned me my past was about to walk up beside me while I was scrubbing bird shit off the hood of my car.It was Saturday.Warm.Too warm, honestly.Kayla w







