When Hell Breaks Loose

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Chapter 11

Novian’s p.o.v.

I sighed as I walked down the street letting my feet take me where they needed too. My brain was in overdrive and it was killing me. I knew that I had to tell her the truth, but every time I chickened out. It was easier to have her yelling at me and hating me than to have her crying in my arms. I hated to see her hurt. This wasn’t fair to any of us. Destiny knew us well enough to know that something like that would destroy her. She could forgive a lot of things, but she wouldn’t forgive her for that. Even if the bitch wasn’t dead, she still end up there after Hope found out.

The other dilemma was that it was getting closer and closer to her due date. She’d been so stressed this entire pregnancy and I just wanted her to relax for at least the last month or so of it. I just needed her-

“Novian! Novian get in the car!”

“Go away Mark.” I sighed. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to be around anyone. I just wanted to go back home and lye down.

“Novian.” he yelled shocking me. So all of us did have matching tempers.

“What? Just leave me alone.” I whined.

“Will you shut up? We need to go to the hospital. Dad’s been shot. It’s not looking to good.” my eyes widen as I ran around the car to the passenger side. My door was barely closed before he was speeding down the street again. What the hell have we gotten our parents into?

Hope’s p.o.v.

I couldn’t breathe. I. COULDN’T. BREATHE. It was like I was losing my father all over again. I needed Novian. I needed to see him. I needed to know he was alright. I- oh no. No no no no. Not now. Please not right now.

“Z-Zach?” I panted clenching onto his hand as a contraction ripped through me.

“Owwww! Hope let go! Let go please!” he cried, but I didn’t care. I kept squeezing until the pain subsided. A few seconds later Mark and Novian came running towards us and I let go of his hand.

“How’s dad?” asked Mark out of breathe.

“I’ll go ask mom. You sit here with her and hold her hand. Novian I need to talk to you.” They stared at us confused, but complied nonetheless. I couldn’t see them whispering and yelling about something before Novian started to laugh. Just as I opened my mouth to ask them what was going on another contraction started. This one was strong as I clenched onto Mark’s hand for life.

“Oh dear god.” he cried. “Help me! Zach, Novi please help me.”

Zach’s p.o.v.

“That was mean Zach.” pouted Mark as Novian and I laughed.

“I’m sorry Mark.” said Hope a small smile on her face as she laid on Novian’s shoulder.

“It’s okay princess. The blood is finally starting to circulate again.” he laughed. Her contractions had been coming about ten to fifteen minutes apart and it had only been about three or four minutes since the last one.

“MMMMOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYY!” cried Novian his voice high pitched as tears filled his eyes. I felt my mouth dropped as we stared at her biting down on his shoulder. That was definitly going to leave a mark for sure. “Hope stop! Stop!” he cried and I didn’t blame him. She was starting to draw blood from how hard she was biting. Our mother rushed over to us and gasped.

“Why didn’t anyone say anything?” she chastised. “Let go sweetie. Let go.” she cooed all motherly as she rubbed the small of her back. Hope was starting to sweat.

“Mom something is wrong.” she cried tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Mark sweetie get a doctor. Zach calm Novian down please.” It took everything I had not to burst into laughter as Novian stared at Hope with wide eyes filled with fear. Now we had two things to worry about. Hope was having the baby and we still hadn’t heard anything about dad. How long did surgery take.

Novian’s p.o.v.

“Apparently what he hadn’t seen was that there were three babies instead of two. We think the little boy had been hiding behind the girl this entire time. He’s still a little small, but he’s well enough to be able to go home when the rest of you do. Now i’ll leave you be.”

I was freaking out. I had never seen something so beautifully disturbing before. Was this what I missed while I was in jail? Had she been in here alone? Even though it wasn’t something I wanted to think about, had Zac been the one to be in here with her. It’s been almost twenty-four hours and I haven’t slept a wink.

I still carry the weight of the secret on my shoulders and I’m sure as hell not telling her now. I don’t know what the hell is going on with my father. Most surprisingly of all, I’m now a father of three. Three! I was and wasn’t surprised by their names seeing as Zach helped her pick them out. He truly incorporated all of our names. Regardless, I loved them more than I ever thought loving someone was possible.

I smiled as I watched over Hope and our children. At some point I managed to get Beniyah from my mom and brought him in with us. I still couldn’t believe it. My own little family was so fucking beautiful.

Hope Renee Evans, my soon to be wife whether she knew it or not.

My children, Beniyah Emerald James. Za’Covian Nakari James. Last but not least my princes Za’Karyah Aniyah James.

Nothing could be more perfect than this moment right now. After my brothers and I handle somethings, I could rest easily. One thing you don’t do is come for our family and they’ve been getting away with it for far too long. Kissing each and everyone of them on the forehead I made a silent promise before meeting Zac and Mark out in the hallway.

“Zachariah, Marquis...once we do this. There’s no turning back. Understood.” they only nodded as we headed for the exit our mother pleading for us to come back. We had to end this. Once and for all.

Hope’s p.o.v.

It’s been two days and I have never been more pissed at the James boys that I am now. Their mothers is hysterical. To make matters worse they don’t even know that their father is dead. I understand, to an extent, what she’s going through, but she’s been pissing me off too.

Anything and everything that I do for my babies is wrong. She’s questioning my parenting left and right and using the excuse that she’s had more practice. She even made a fuss about their names. Most of which is her sons name. I don’t want to be a bitch, but she’s working my last nerve.

“Hope sweetie, I don’t see the problem.” She sighed.

“The problem is Mrs.James that this isnt what I packed for them to come home in. I didn’t know the gender and I had the perfect outfits for either or. Why did you change it?”

“Sweetie I just thought this would be cuter on them.” She cooed dabbing at her eyes with a kleenex. I gritted my teeth. This woman was making it hard for me.

“Clara that wasn’t your job to do.”

“I’m so sorry Hope. I don’t mean to overstep. It’s just I’m a widow now and I don’t know where those boys are...nevermind me. I just want to be helpful.”

“Than can you please get the outfits I chose for my children." From the way her face dropped I knew I hit a nerve, but I couldn’t take it anymore. With a huff she stomped out of the room. I turned to Beniyah who was watching me with sad eyes as the twins slept.

“Come give mama a hug bubba.” I cooed. He smile as he shook his head no and pointed at the door.

“Daddy!” I damn near gave myself whiplash as I turned to see Novian, Zach and Mark running down the hall all dirty and bruised up.

“What the hell?!” I yelled.

“Hope! Hope we gota go!” He yelled. I narrowed my eyes. I hadn’t been cleared to go just yet. They were still going through the paperwork.

“Princess we gota go.” Breathed Mark as Zack kept looking over his shoulder. Now they were scaring.

“Hope look at me. Look at me. Destiny’s alive. She’s alive and just tried to kill us. Took two days for us to shake her. So let’s go. We’re taking you some place safe.” I only nodded my head as I began dressing the kids. Suddenly who chose what didn’t seem as big an issue anymore.

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