A Real Love 2

Porscha Sterling

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 06 mai 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781946789334
• Langue: English

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Contents



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Previously

Food for Thought

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Months later


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Previously
From A Real Love Part One

B aby was in a deep sleep when her phone rang. Moaning, she opened her eyes, peered at the clock, and then groaned again before answering it.
“Mona?”
“Baby! I need your help.”
The urgency in her voice put Baby on alert, and she bolted straight up in the bed.
“What is it?”
Before she could even speak, Mona burst into tears. It took another five minutes before she could get her to calm down enough to speak.
“I—I was with Sly… Baby, I messed up, and it was bad.”
She let out a puff of hot air and then encouraged Mona to calm down and tell her what happened. Once everything was out, it took everything to stop Baby from telling her how stupid, reckless, and ignorant she’d been.
“What do you need me to do?” Baby sighed.
“I just need you to tell me when he leaves,” she asked.
“He’s already left,” Baby informed her with a yawn. “About an hour ago, I heard him when he walked out the door.”
She didn’t add that the reason she’d still been up was because she had been in the bed, listening to his every movement as he walked around above. She spent every moment telling herself that she couldn’t go to him because it wouldn’t be right. It wasn’t until the moment she heard him storm out the front door that she was able to relax enough to go to sleep.
“Okay, I’m on my way home now.”
The second she ran through the front door, Mona was a nervous wreck. She almost wore a hole in the floor pacing back and forth through the kitchen, muttering about how stupid she was. The night hadn’t gone anything close to how she’d wanted it to, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for being so sloppy with her moves.
“What are you going to do?” Baby asked as she sat on a barstool watching her.
Her voice pierced through Mona’s thoughts, alarming her to the point that she nearly jumped straight up in the air. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Baby and shook her head.
“I don’t know… I—I did something stupid, and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m so scared…”
Frowning, Baby walked over to Mona, grabbing her hand in an effort to calm her down.
“You need to calm down,” she began. “Just relax, and when Memphis comes back, I’ll help you talk to him—”
“You don’t understand!” Mona started to cry as she spoke. “Talking is not going to fix this! You don’t know Memphis like I do. I have to leave; there is no other way.”
Baby shook her head at Mona’s dramatics. She was panicking over a simple dinner! It wasn’t like she’d been caught with her skirt up over her head.
“You’re not thinking straight. This isn’t that big of a deal that you’d actually need to leave. What about Genie?”
With her eyes squeezed shut, Mona shook her head. “She’ll be better off without me. She prefers Memphis anyways.”
Baby simply shook her head with disappointment. Everyone knew that Mona was selfish, but even Baby had no idea that it was to this degree. How could she leave her daughter, who needed her mother more than anyone in the entire world?
There was no way that Baby would understand where she was coming from, and Mona knew it. They just saw the world differently, and they always had.
“This may be a good thing,” Mona said with a dry chuckle, shrugging. “I never wanted to be a mother. And I don’t want to sit around and be Memphis’s housewife. I want to be somebody special, Baby. I wasn’t put on this Earth to be regular. I wasn’t put here to live a regular life. It’s not me. And I’m not going to be that way for anyone. I have to leave… tonight.”
“You’re being dramatic. It’s not as bad as you’re making it. Just talk to him.”
“I can’t,” Mona replied. Baby was naïve. She was an idealist, but Mona was a realist. Once Bambi told Memphis what she knew, she’d be out on her ass anyways.
“And even if he does forgive me, what’s the point of me sticking around and being unhappy when nothing is going to change? Then there is Genie…” Tears came to Mona’s eyes as she prepared to admit the feelings that she’d never voiced to anyone. “I can’t deal with her… I can barely look at her. She needs something all the time, and it’s a constant reminder that I never wanted to be a mother.”
Hearing those words nearly broke Baby’s heart. When she looked at Genie, she never saw anything other than perfection. She had such a beautiful spirit. She was a fighter, and that was something she’d gotten from her mother. How could Mona not feel prideful about giving birth to a child who had been through so much and triumphed through it all? In that moment, it was a struggle to be a friend to Mona because she sincerely felt like she couldn’t stand her.
The second Baby cast her judgment on her, Mona could see it by the coldness of her eyes.
“I actually think you’re right,” Baby said. “You need to go.”
Mona swallowed the lump in her throat and stood. She knew that no one would understand how she felt, and that’s why she never confided in anyone. Although cruel, she couldn’t help feeling the way she did. She’d never connected with Genie on any level because she’d never wanted her. Had she not thought a baby would join her to Memphis, she would have gotten rid of Genie as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Instead, she kept her and then told herself that she would get used to the idea of being a mother as long as she was able to get her man. But then Genie’s sickness robbed her of the willingness to mother her own child.
Standing in the doorway of Mona’s room, Baby watched as she packed a duffle bag of clothes. She walked to a portrait on the wall and pulled it down, revealing the door to what appeared to be a safe that was behind it. The lock made a clicking sound once she keyed in the code, and Mona opened the safe, making Baby’s eyes widen when she saw all of the neat bands of money situated inside. She grabbed a hefty amount for herself and tossed it into the duffle bag before placing a stack of hundreds into Baby’s hand.
“I’m not taking this money,” she said, snatching her hand back. “You’re stealing.”
“I wouldn’t steal,” Mona replied. “This is money Memphis gives me to shop. I know you’ll have to move when I’m gone, so I just want to help you out.”
She tried to force the money back into Baby’s hand, but she refused it again, so Mona shrugged before placing it on the dresser.
“In case you change your mind,” she said.
Before leaving, Mona turned around and looked at her bedroom one last time, wondering if she was making the right decision by leaving. There was a possibility that she could lie her way out of this and use Genie as a reason for Memphis not putting her out. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew leaving was the right move. Although her parents weren’t the best and they neglected her at every chance they got, tossing money at her in order to keep her busy while they lived their lives, there was one lesson that they drilled into her brain. And that lesson was ‘if something doesn’t make you happy, go find the thing that does.’
This was the rule they’d followed all throughout her childhood, dodging their responsibilities of raising her to indulge in grandiose parties with their friends; diving headfirst in piles of white powder, which Mona’s mother affectionately referred to as her ‘nose candy’, mounted atop their living room table. As much as Mona hated the fact that they couldn’t control themselves enough to make her feel loved and cared for when she most needed it, she unknowingly absorbed their selfishness and found herself placing her wants and needs above the people who cared for her the most.
“Mommy?”
The sound of Genie’s voice calling out to her made Mona freeze in place. She glanced up at Baby with wide, terrified eyes.
“Your daughter is calling you,” Baby said with her hurt showing up in her tone. There was a period of silence before Mona shook her head.
“I can’t go in there.”
Baby narrowed her eyes. “You can’t tell your own daughter goodbye?”
“Mommy, where are you?” Genie called again, and Baby stood still, facing Mona as she waited to see wh