Blaire felt a lump grow in her throat as she looked over the files in her hands over and over again, she had no clue what to feel at this point, was this true? Were the contents of the paper in front of her legit? Had she just been kidnapped by her daughter, by her Tania? Her little girl? The one whom she thought had been dead for twenty long years, the one she had searched for under every rock and bottom in this world,  The one whine everyone considered dead, was she    "Do you believe me now?" Tania said as she locked eyes with Blaire, "It's me momma," she tried when she still saw the disbelief in the woman's eyes, her lips curled into a frown as she got up from the bed the woman was currently sat on, it had been days since she had kept Blaire her, Last night she had decided to tell her everything, she wanted her mother to know she was alive and breathing, that she didn't die like everyone thought, once she had her mother on her side, no one would be

    “Momma!” Aramide heard Aracely Squeal, a small smile played on the woman's lips as she weakly reached out for the girl who didn't hesitate to pull her into a hug. Aramide kissed her daughter's hair as she held her close, The little girl meant the world to her.   “Thirsty?” Aramide heard Dared's hoarse voice and their eyes locked. For a moment there, she felt she could see through him — through the castle of lies he had built for who knows how long. They needed to talk and now. It had been two days since she had that panic attack or whatever it was, and the change in Aramide had been obvious, even Aracely had noticed it.   Aramide tore her gaze from Dared as he stared at Aracely who seemed to be healing up nicely, she had a few reservations about the girl walking around in her fragile state after all she had surgery a few days ago, She should be in her hospital room resting. but of course, Aramide wasn't about to question the gi

    Before Aramide could object or speak; Her lips intertwined with Cole's, their noses grazed as a tear slipped down her eyes, Aramide knew the gravity of what had just happened, she knew she had fallen into a ditch she wasn't sure how to get out off, she knew she had just dug out all the emotions she had buried for years. but how exactly did she get here? ********************* Aramide's grip tightened on her pillow as she cried into it, How could Dared even assume that? Why were humans so insensitive, was that what he thought of her? Did he think she was that weak? that she would fall into the arms of the next man who was close enough just to find comfort? that she traveled to another country just to be with Cole? the same Cole that she had abandoned years ago to get married to him? how could he even assume such?  Besides, he was the one who had walked out on her that day, she could still vividly recall

  “Finally” Aramide breathed fresh air watching the cars move by as she waited at the entrance of the hospital for Dared to bring her daughter, she had never been so happy to leave somewhere, a small smile played on her lips as she watched her daughter walk out of the hospital with Dared, it was a tight smile, but it was worth it.        They were going back home. Aramide had a lot to protest to that, but when Aracely began to shed a few tears, her motherly instincts kicked in, Her daughter did not deserve to suffer because of the things her parents did, That wasn't the life she wanted for her, but that didn't mean she was going to let him ride home with them. no. no. no.   “Are you sure you don't want me to take you? We are heading to the same place after all.” Dared pleaded when they reached Aramide.   “No, thank you.” Aramide said as she took hold of Aracely, “Aracely and I will be just fine withou

  The music was loud.       Really loud.        Latifa could feel her eardrums hurting, she was sitting at the far edge of the room, watching the commotion and adrenaline rush through everyone but her, She could faintly hear — underneath the loud noise, that would probably make her deaf soon — The demanding tone of her best friend.     Latifa rolled her eyes as she flipped her scarlet hair and got to her feet, She slowly bit her lip as she strained her senses to identify exactly where her friend was. her vision comprised of a complete blur between disco colors and screaming teenagers, but she never missed the white— happy go lucky package that was going around.   She was quite tall for someone who had just clicked sixteen, and her fashion sense made her look even older, Latifa was like one of those girls you could swear came from some magazine in fairyland, she was