I wasn’t actually going to answer it until the person kept ringing over and over. My mom started shifting on the couch so if I didn’t answer the door, they would wake her. I got up from the floor and trudged to the door. I opened the door to see the one and only Denzel. This PEZ toy built nigga. “What do you want,” I said in a harsh tone. I could tell he was taken back. I was usually a nice person in general but I could easily be pissed off. And I really wasn’t in the mood right now.
“I just wanted to-” I cut him off by slamming the door in his face. He was too late to explain so that’s too bad. “Who was that?” Amira said. “A peasant,” I said. Her jaw dropped and she looked at me with a weird expression. I almost cracked a smile but then the situation we were in flooded my mind again. What do we do? I can’t just sit here and wait while nobody is looking for my little brother. Nobody even seems to care. It’s just another missing black kid for them.
Tears started to well up in my eyes due to my unnerving frustration. But I guess that’s all I can do for now. I went up to my room and laid in my bed. I got under the covers and buried my face under the soft, warm fabric. My thoughts started racing again and I slowly cried myself to sleep.
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“Nique. Monique. MONIQUE,” I heard. I jolted up and looked around the room. “What?” I said, rubbing eyes in frustration. “Someone’s here to see you,” she said, walking out of my room. Bruh does this dude not take a hint.... I hopped out of my bed and slipped my fluffy slippers on. I headed downstairs and went outside. “Denzel vro I already told you- oh,” I said, seeing Ashanti standing on my porch. “Hey Ashanti,” I said, with no expression. “Hey Nique,” she smiled at me.
“What are you doing here?” I said, raising my eyebrow. “Well you didn’t show up at school and you wasn’t answering my texts so I just thought I should check on you,” she said awkwardly. “Oh. Thanks,” I said. “No problem. See ya,” she said, walking off. I walked back inside and locked the door. My mom was still knocked out on the couch. I’m assuming she hasn’t slept all night. Amira was in the kitchen, washing the dishes and my dad was nowhere to be found. Where is he?
I ran up the stairs and grabbed my phone. I dialed his number and put the phone to my ear. I waited for it to click but it never did. Your call has been forwarded to an- I hung up and called him again four times. Still no answer. The one time I truly need him to answer the phone, he doesn’t. I sighed and set my phone down on the bed. What happens when Ilyasa isn’t found...
I tried to push away the thought, but now it’s all I could think of. I couldn’t cry anymore though. Is this what being numb feels like? I laid back in my bed but I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was Ilyasa. I called Amira to my room. “Yea?” she said, her voice cracking. “Wanna lay down?” I patted the empty spot next to me. She nodded and trudged to the bed. She laid her head down next to me and we both were staring at the ceiling. “We’re both thinking the same thing aren’t we?”