That sick ass bitch took my babies!Not only was I ready to put her in the dirt where she fucking belonged, but I was terrified that she was going to do something to them. Clearly she was off in the head if she thought to do this any fucking way. After calling the police, I got Ledge on the phone. His rang a couple of times and then I got his voicemail, and that set me off.
“Ledge, answer your fucking phone!” I shouted before I hung up.
The police were on their way, but he was their father at the end of it all. Whatever he had going on was proving to be more important than us. Bending back down beside my granny, I saw that she was unconscious again, and that worried me because I knew that she already had underlying health problems with her heart.
“Come on, Granny, hang in there.” I chanted, even though a large part of me was ready to hop in my car and take off in search of my own kids.
The thought of Kitana having them and not knowing what the fuck her intentions were left me spiraling and sick to my fucking stomach. These were my babies, a part of me. If anything happened to them, I would never forgive myself or Ledge. This was his fucking fault! This bitch was supposed to have been dealt with. Because for the first time he didn’t act on some shit impulsively, it left the rest of us at risk and exposed.
I dialed this fool over and over again, but he didn’t pick up, and that was causing even more uneasiness to seep in. Even if we were pissed off at each other, if one of our phones was pinging like this from the other, we answered. That let me know thatsomething else was going on. Maybe he wasn’t okay either, and that sent me mentally falling downward even more.
I shot him our 9-1-1 text and waited. Pacing the living room, I watched them load my grandmother onto a gurney and out of the house while two officers stepped inside to question me. I was gripping the phone so tight in my hand, that one of them, a younger male officer stepped forward with concern. My hand shook viciously, and I couldn’t subdue it until he placed his hand over mine.
Bringing my eyes up, they met his in a shaken stare that he immediately calmed with his warm demeanor. I didn’t know this man from a can of paint, but he had brought me comfort in a moment where I was floating along without a life jacket. Tears stung my eyes and our hands remained linked but lowered between us as we continued to hold each other accountable with our stares.
Realizing that we had been touching a little too long, I brought my hand back and sniffled, taking in a few deep breaths. I was anxious for my phone to ring and for Ledge to call me back. He was the only person I needed to hear from right now. I knew that if I heard his voice, he could reassure me. I didn’t dare trust the cops to bring my babies home safely. I had to call the ambulance for my grandmother which meant the police would be contacted.
“Thank you for coming so quickly.”
“What can you tell us about everything that is going on?” The detective questioned, keeping his voice warm and steady.
“I don’t know.” I countered, flustered and trying to hold myself together. “I just got home. My grandmother was watching my kids for me.” I explained.
“And are you the only ones that live here?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me while his partner scribbled viciously on his pad.
“I am. My kids’ father and I … we are separated,” I voiced, which got them both interested.
“Care to explain more about that? Is it amicable? Are there any problems?” His partner questioned.
“No, nothing like that. He would never hurt or take the kids without letting me know.” I argued, adamantly shaking my head.
“What’s his name?” The dark-skinned cop with the endearing, oval shaped eyes took me in.
“Knowledge Williams.” I declared.
His partner jotted the name down again, but he seemed to be letting his other half put the work in while he observed. The vibe was off with both of them, and I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going. My kids were gone! I needed to throw up, or hyperventilate, or something! And where the fuck was Knowledge!
“Miss—”
“Chevelle. Just… call me Chevelle.” I cut him off , shaking my head. “Can you stop standing there questioning me and go find this psychopath that has my children!”
“You need to calm down.” The Caucasian officer with the shady blue eyes and scruffy salt and pepper beard tried to reel me in.
As if he’d slapped me, I was prepared to step up and do the fucking same. Bastard.
“Don’t tell me what to do. You don’t know shit about me. My kids are missing! Some crazy ass woman has them?—”
“So you say.” He concluded, rolling his eyes before focusing on his partner.
“What the hell is your problem?” Both of my brows furrowed angrily.
My mouth tightened so touch I had to bite down on my inner jaw to keep from going savage around this bitch.
“You have kids with a suspected criminal. What are we even doing here, Pierce? This shit can go to somebody else.” Frustration seeped into his tone as he dropped his hand with his pad at his side.
Pierce, the tall one with the intense eyes, kept them glued to me. I was growing slightly uncomfortable with how he was taking me in, and shifted on my feet. From the way he studied me, I felt exposed, under a fucking microscope.There were all kinds of theories around Knowledge and Frequency and what they did, but I never paid that shit any mind. The longer my children were out there, the more I was sure to come unglued. It was only a matter of time.
“You should go with your partner. I have things to do,” I worded, lowering my eyes to the ground. “Thank you, Detective.”
