A/N: For All the New Readers This is (as stated) Part 2.. Part one is somewhere in the forum LOLZ!!.. This isnt my story I post on behalf of a fellow CBWorld Sister 'Thuli" that is having trouble with posting.. Anyways.. The writing in Italics ONLY is like the main character is talking to the camera (or readers).
To understand the story, you may need to read Hitch Part 1
Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to lay to rest a friend, a son, and a brother Tremaine Aldon Neverson. He is survived by his parents Alex and April Neverson, and his brother Forrest…
Within an hour the service was over, Harlem was moving around in her home cleaning up. She felt better that way because she wouldn’t think about him.
Dookie, let go, let go I got it, says Chris trying to stop Harlem from busying herself with putting dishes away.
No, I can handle it; she tells him her eyes red from crying. Her head was pounding and she was getting irritable with all the people that were there and just wouldn’t leave.
Baby, let Chris help you, says Angie.
I’m fine! She yells throwing the plate she had in her hand on the ground.
Silence filled the house and things stopped for a second.
She’s very distraught, says Illiana to the guests in the house as she walked into the kitchen, and then everyone went about their business again.
Angie left the kitchen; Chris and Illiana were left with Harlem.
Come on I’ll run you a bath and then get you something to eat, Illi offers taking hold of Harlem’s hand.
I’m not hungry, I don’t wanna take a bath I just want all of you out of my house right now, Harlem yells yanking her arm away from Illiana.
Well that’s not gon’ happen I’m not leaving, you Illi, Chris says questioning Illiana.
Nope I’m not going, Illiana said as she stood firm.
It’s settled, go run the bath for her I’ll fix her something to eat, says Chris. He tried to remain strong for his friend. He himself hadn’t grieved for his friend.
They are so annoying but they mean well. What would I do without them? Yeah of course I was mad that they didn’t call me but who can blame them it was hectic that day. Okay so maybe a bath and some sleep wouldn’t hurt right? My head’s pounding!
Harlem was asleep; everyone around her house had left accept for Chris and Jaden.
She’s asleep finally, Chris says coming down the stairs rolling up his shirt.
What’s wrong with you, he says looking at Jaden.
I understand she lost her son and all that but for her to call out my sister about the baby while people were still sending condolences and all that, I swear I wanted to kill her, Harlem don’t need them we’ll help her take care of the baby, says Jaden.
Aye emotions is running high right now so we gotta calm down and focus on helping Harlem through this okay, says Chris. As he said that he thought about what Harlem had told him about the baby being Shad’s and not Trey’s.
I do hope she and the doctor were wrong, he thought to himself.
You look beautiful, he says smiling at her. She smiles and looks down at herself; she was wearing a white summer dress, barefoot on white sand. The sea breeze was soothing. She touched her belly and her eyes grew big.
Trey turned and pointed behind her and she saw a little boy playing with a Labrador, the boy turned and smiled, he looked about two years old.
He came running toward them and Trey bent down to pick him up. Where are we, Harlem asked?
We’re here baby, says Trey. Isn’t it beautiful, he smiles? She looked at the boy in Trey’s arms he looked nothing like Trey; he had eyes just like Shad’s. Tears filled her eyes. Don’t worry about it, he’s our son, says Trey.
You better take care of him, she heard Trey say from a distance.
Where’d you go, she asked looking around as Trey and the little boy had disappeared.
We’re in your heart where we’ll always be, Trey said his voice fading.
Don’t leave me again, she cried out.
I’ll never leave you Harlem, he said and his voice sounded even more distant.
RUN IT? or DUMP IT?