đź’COMING SOONđź’¬PRE-ORDER đź’¬TODAY đź’ Another banger brought to you by Yara Kaleemah amazon/dp/B00RI7QZMU Nathalie curled up into a fetal position in the middle of her bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat. Her head was spinning and her heart was pounding. Faintly, she could still hear Tallahassee’s cries. The daunting high pitch cry was ringing and ringing in her head. In an instant, the contents of her stomach came rushing to her throat. She crawled to the edge of the bed, releasing a splatter of thick fluid of chewed food onto the carpeted floor. Bits of it dripped from her mouth and hair. She wiped her face on the bed spread and threw herself back on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she regretted ever having that baby. The melody of the doorbell jolted her from the quiet stillness of the house. Who could it be, she thought, scooting to the end of the bed, careful not to step in the vomit. She peeped out the window, an array of flashing police lights blurring at the curb. Then, she watched the two officers retreat back down the steps; the darkness tricking them into believing that no one was home. Nathalie rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath before plopping back on the bed. They had been ringing her doorbell for the past few days with the same response. You’d think they would get the hint by then. Her grandmother called and left nasty messages on her machine. Her co-workers and boss called to check on her, but she wasn’t answering the phone for them either. She figured that by the time she decided to go to work, she wouldn’t have a job. As she laid in the darkness, her eyes closed tight, she could see her baby’s face. She was pale, like Casper the Ghost, with a head of silky spiky hair. Tallahassee had a wide round nose and even though Nathalie tried to ruin her, she came out perfectly healthy. She was prepared to be her mother but when she brought the baby home all it did was cry. It cried all day and all night. She couldn’t take the crying. No matter what she did it still cried. Some nights, Nathalie would cry too. All she wanted was for it to stop crying. The cries were making her head spin. She grabbed the pillow and squeezed it over her ears. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She shouted. “Please just shut up!” She screamed into the hallow shell of the empty house. As the night progressed, it was harder for Nathalie to sleep. The room reeked of dried vomit and rain was beating on the window. She staggered from the bed, her head banging like she drank a bottle of whiskey, and dragged herself down the dark hall into the bathroom. She fell against the sink and pulled open the medicine cabinet. She found a bottle of sleeping pills. “Shut up,” she mumbled to the muffled sound of Tallahassee’s cries and shoved a handful of the pills into her mouth. She fumbled to fill a cup with water. With her eyelids weighing heavy on her face, she started to feel weak. “Shut up,” she whispered, falling to her knees in the middle of the hallway. Her knees banged on the hard floor and then her face. At the break of dawn, sunlight seeped into the house, casting upon her drugged body in the hallway. Nathalie could hear the voices of people outside of the door but she could not move. Then, there was a big BOOM. “Clear it!” Someone yelled and footsteps pounded the foundation of the house. “In here!” Someone shouted over her head. “Ma’am?” Two cold fingers pressed against her neck. “Ma’am?” He rolled her over and lifted her head up with one arm. It dropped back and her eyes slit open. Her eyeballs were rolling back and forth and she mumbled something. “She’s alive. Call a medic!” He demanded. After a while, an EMS team barged into the house and cut her nightgown open. They checked her vitals and then loaded her onto the stretcher. Upon a search of the house, the officers found the pills she had taken all over the bathroom floor. Her office was in disarray and the baby’s bedroom had been packed into cardboard boxes. Nathalie was barely conscious as they rushed her to the hospital. She could hear them talking but couldn’t make out what they were saying. The last thing she remembered was a mixture of Tallahassee’s cries and the beeping of a machine.
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