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it was Keyshia who was in the most pain.
She quietly pulled up a chair and sat down.
“Hey, I don‟t know if you can hear me but you‟re safe now.”
Taking her hand, she wrapped her rosary around her fingers and began to hum softly until she fell asleep.

Chapter Nine
    “A -ja! Aja!”
As soon as I entered the house, Hope was the first one off the couch to greet me.
    She was sitting in the front room with the other kids watching 101 Dalmatians.
“A-ja the dogs say woof! Woof! Woof!”
Picking her up, I laughed as her cheeks turned a bright red, “Hey Mama.”
“Hi Asjiah,” The other foster kids; Tiffany, Dorian, and James all waved hello to me without taking their eyes off the screen.
“Hey everybody,” I placed Hope back on the sofa and went into the kitchen.
“Well it‟s nice to see you still live here; where you been at?”
I really wasn‟t trying to do this with her right now. I had been through enough and it was barely after one. All I wanted to do was take a long hot bath, eat, and go to sleep, “Over CJ‟s house.”
Marie looked over her glasses and gave her granddaughter a quick once over, “Oh yeah?”
Before she could grill me any further, I opened the door to the hallway and went upstairs.
Almost two months had passed since I had actually spent the night in my own room.
Marie didn‟t really protest or try to stop me from leaving. I think she found comfort in the fact that I would be going to school soon so she gave up on trying to tell me what to do.
Given everything that had happened over the summer therereally wasn‟t shit she could tell me anyway. You couldn‟t protect me from your son, so did she really think I was going to listen or take her advice on anything else?
When I told CJ I was pregnant he insisted that I stay with him. At the time I thought it was a good idea due to everything that had happened to me here, little did I know he only wanted to keep me under constant surveillance to make sure I actually went to the clinic. Too bad his little plan didn‟t work out.
My room was always the coldest in the winter and the hottest in the summer; now that I was with child my body temperature made everything seem ten times worse than what it actually was.
I took a quick inventory of my closet and my bedroom making sure everything was how I left it the last time I was here. Satisfied I took my shoes off and gathered toiletries so I could bathe.
I liked my bath water hot. Almost to the point of scalding but comfortable enough so I could sit in it. In some weird way I thought that having the water this warm cleansed me of any impurities that the world had rubbed onto me during the day. I thought that it helped rid me of any bad thoughts I created this steam subconscious in fog and allowed me to think clearly. was having at the moment; that it inside my brain that covered my
I undressed and submerged myself into the searing tub of water blocking out everything else around me.
I traced the faint line that had begun to appear on my stomach and smiled as I thought of how much my life would change over the next seven months. I entertained baby names although I was unsure on whether I was having a boy or a girl but I was getting tired of referring to my child as “it”.
“Baby Jai,”
I liked the sound of that. Jai could be a boy or girls name and it provided comfort in the simple fact that it reminded me of my mother.
I lost myself in the scent of Dove body wash and daydreamed about all things baby until my fingertips and toes resembled shriveled grapes. I dried off, wrapped myself in a towel, put on my robe and went back upstairs to my room.
I had overlooked the neatly folded stationary when I first walked in here, reaching for the letter; I spread it out on the bed so I could read it while I moisturized.
Asjiah,
    I wrote this letter a while ago as a precaution in case something happened to me and if you are reading this; then you already know what it means. Before you get all worked up, don’t