“What are you doing today?” I asked her.
She looked around. “Laying around the house.”
I shook my head. “Nah, mamas, I need you to get dressed. I made you a doctor’s appointment so we can check on the baby.”
She paused for a second. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yeah, I am sure. That nigga was dragging you and tossing you in rooms and shit. I want to make sure you and our baby are good.”
Amir came down, and Islah handed him his plate while looking at me worried.
“That is not all that he did.”
I stood up straight, trying to compose myself.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, one night I told him I wanted to leave, tried to walk to the front door to see if I could get out, and he tripped me.”
I closed my eyes and held my breath. “When you fell… did you hit your stomach?”
There was silence for a few seconds.
“Yeah…I did.”
I opened my eyes, and Islah looked at me sadly.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Girl, quit telling me you are sorry. I am sorry you went through that shit. Go ahead and eat, then get dressed. You too, Amir.”
Islah nodded, and I went to the basement, mad as bitch that I had nobody to take this anger out on, when Keith called.
“Wussup?” I said as I picked up.
“Damn, nigga, you good?”
“Yeah,” I shot back. “Just learning more and more about what that bitch ass nigga put my girl through, and it got me tight.”
“Damn, I bet it does,” Keith expressed. “But she is home now. That’s all that matters.”
“She’s home, but her mind is still in that house in Cali. She’s been having flashbacks and shit. She looks sad randomly, then she just told me that nigga tripped her and made her fall. I want to kill him all over again.”
“That’s a lot. Is she talking about it?”
“No, not since she told me and her parents what happened.”
“Damn, at this point all you can do is be there for her,” Keith said.
“I know, and I am. We are about to go to the doctor. I just want her to be okay. I know it’s gonna take time, but that nigga fucked her up more than before.”
“Ask her what she needs.”
“She needed me, and she got me. The rest of the shit, I’ma figure it out.”
I hung up with Keith and went back upstairs to check on them.
Amir was just about ready, brushing his hair in the mirror while Islah was in our room, standing in a towel.
