Chapter 5- Where Are They?

SAFAREEE'S POV

I cant believe she would hid my kids from me. And the fact  that she had THREE AND STILL DIDNT TELL ME thats real fucked up. After I left, I found a cheap hotel and made some calls to potential adoption agencies that my kids would be in. Thats kind of hard to do when you dont even know your childs name let alone their social security number. Ima have to go and talk to Onika about this, NOT because I forgive  her but because I need to know my kids.

NICKI'S POV


It was about 5o'clock in the morning and i still could not sleep. Telling Safaree about the kids was what i wanted to do at first, but thinking that he would reject them frightened me.
There were countless times were I was going to go and find them but knowing me, i didn't. Breaking me from my thoughts, I hear the front door open then close.I scrambled back into bed and closed my eyes hoping that safaree wwouldn't try to come and talk.

NO ONE'S POV

Safaree walked up the stairs mentally planning what he was going to say.He knocked ob Nicki's door twice but got no response. Safaree walked in her room closing the door behind him.

" Onika I know you up so you might as well stop acting like you not"

No moving an inch she replied."Look, you've yelled at me enough dont you think? And I get the message, you hate me. If you wanna move out go ahead I cant stop you.Or if you don't wanna be friends anymore I understand why, I just ask that one day you'll forgive me" Onika  managed to get the last part out through her hot tears.

"I aint finna move out I just wanna know which adoptive center you put them in?"

"Oh ummm St.Marys Adoption Center In New York, New York. Why?"

"Cuz Im finna go find my kids, thats why"
Safaree said in a nonchalant way. "Oh and one more question...how did you manage to hide you pregnancy and have my kids without me knowing?"

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Who Are They?

SOMEWHERE IN ATLANTA

"Alright class, settle down I have a project for you due in 2 1/2 weeks. For this project, if your parents are from another country state or even city, research the culture and write at least  two pages about it." Ms.Hoff continued on explaining the project, paying close attention  to the boys in the back that were playing around. "Samuels! Is there something that you want to share with the class?"

"Son,why you always getting on me when i aint the problem" Stephon semi-yelled. Stephon was a 15 year old problem. He would always get sent to the office and hung around dangerous kids on his block. Stephon wasn't stupid,he just mad bad decisions.But when your adoptive parents are a bunch of crackheads and you have to take care of your siblings, the only place you could turn to is the streets.

"Watch your tone young man" Ms.Hoff responded trying to keep her cool.

"Look Hoff, we all know you dont want me here so just go on and call security to cone and get me"

Ms.Hoff dialed security to get Stephon .As Stephon walked out the classroom Ms.Hoff had some words for Stephon.

"I dont know whats wrong with you but you can do better,I've never had my best academic student act this way. Ms.Samuels, right know you may not think this matters but it does fix yourself before the law catches up to you" and with that he left.
   LATER ON THAT DAY
Around 5:30 after Stephon feed his younger brothers, Kyle and Tadre(Todd dre), he went to his room to smoke a blunt.

"Tadre, where does Stephon go every night?" Kyle asked. Kyle was a 9 year old boy with fairly long braids. He wasnt like all the other boys trying yo be thugs. He played varsity basketball with kids 3 to 4 years older than him.

"Ion no but whatever it is, he be getting his money" Tadre replied. Tadre was a tall muscular 13 year ago. He was real chill and had mad hoes all over but he never fuck wit dem. Tadre had hella shoe game and every girls dream.


*So It took me longer to finish This chapter cuz i was moving and now i have to go to this ghetto ass school but anywayyyyyysssss i should be posting again in a few days........ITS ONIKAFREE BIITTTCCCHHHHZZZZZZ *

Chapter 3- Are You Serious?

Continued...


" Now as i was saying, I g-" Before Nicki could finish her sentence Safaree's phone started  to ring.

"Hold up, I gotta take this"
*CONVO*

Unknown- are we still going to  meet up tonight?
SB- um yeah yeah, just give me  a minute were in the middle of something righ-
Unknown- I thought you said you weren't seeing her
SB- were not together , i told you that already....
Nicki's POV

So did Sb really just cut me off and left to talk to some hoe cuz he must got me real fucked up.Bit it's whatever, and if sb was trying to keep his convo on the d-low it aint working cuz i can hear they whole conversation. Oh there he go i guess he ready to talk.

NO ONE'S POV

"So are you done talking to your hoe now or naw?"

"W-what are you talking about?" safaree exclaimed obviously confused." That was just an old friend from high school".

"Old friend my ass SAFRAEE".Nicki was now mad and somewhat jealous,why? That was a question she didnt know the answer to. " But I guess that  shows that you care way more about yo popcorn hoes than your kids." Nicki yelled immediately regretting what She said.

"Kids? WTF you mean by KIDS!?!?!?YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT I HAVE KIDS THAT YOUVE KEPT FROM ME " Safaree was now furious his eyes were blood shot and his fist were clinched.Safaree's entire demeanor had changed in .2 seconds and nicki was terrified.Nicki was now crying a river, sb had never yelled at her before and her being in her period made her more sensitive ti everything.Safaree looked down at nicki,his face softened but he wasn't exact calm .

"Nicki,dont cry im sorry. i just dont understand why you didnt tell me"

"P--please dont hurt me, please"

"Nic I'm not going to hurt you" Safaree then embraced nic in a tight hug." Let me just ask you one thing, how old are they?"

" One is 9 the other is 13 and the oldest 15." Nicki whispered through her tears. Safaree got  up grabbed his keys and left nicki alone in her thoughts.