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Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

I saw them drop off Angel. Now I knew where she lived. If I had to, I would make her life a living hell as well. Angel was cool, but she was Tasha’s friend, so her loyalty never lied with me. I made sure I stayed on Tasha’s ass. I followed them to the pediatrician’s office where I waited in the lobby. I saw Trae leave alone. He seemed as if he was in a hurry which was great for me. Tasha didn’t have any back up. I knew that I finally got the break that I had been hoping for, and I thanked God for it. I already had a passport to get out of the country; we were going to visit a colleague of mine in London. I’d take my new daughter, and we would start life all over. This would make what I went through with Kyron worthwhile and complete.

I was so glad when Tasha finally came out to go to the bathroom, I didn’t know what to do. I thought that I was going to pee on myself. I damn near beat her inside a stall. I used the bathroom and waited until I heard her get to the sink. Call me crazy, but a bitch had to do what a bitch had to do.

“Don’t open your fucking mouth and keep walking, or I’ll shoot you right here,” I said in a low voice. “I’ll grab the car seat. You grab the diaper bag. Do as I say. Head down the hall to the stairway.”

“Mari, are you fuckin’ stupid?” Tasha snapped. “What do you want? Give me my baby.”

“Bitch, you better listen to me. Don’t try me. Turn around and head down the hall. And you know damn well what I want.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I’m holding what I want. Kyron’s baby.”

“What are you talking about? Bitch, you ain’t stupid, but you damn sure crazy! Look at her. Trae spit her out.”

TASHA

I still couldn’t believe my ears. I didn’t see Mari as the type of chick who would go to this extreme. I knew she was crazy. But now, I realized this bitch was bat shit nuts over Kyron’s ass! She pushed me out of the bathroom as we walked slowly down the corridor. I was feeling petrified for my baby. I also felt empty carrying only her diaper bag and not her car seat. How could I get caught slipping like this? Most of all, how could Trae leave me and his baby?