CELA'S POV - same day 9pm at home...
'Oh...that's how you feel?' He said, breaking my heart. I just stayed silent. 'Aight' he nodded. 'Where's my son at? I'm tryna get outta this shit' he said, going into the kitchen to get Omari, who was now fast asleep in my momma's arms.
He picked up Omari carefully from my momma's arms, and kissed her on the cheek. 'Don't do this, just sit down and let's all talk this out' my momma tried to reason with him, but he wasn't hearing none of it.
'Nah, I'm cool off that' he said, picking up Omari's bag, leaving outta the house all together.
I just burst into tears. I don't even know why I said that, and I knew that I didn't mean it.
I was planning on coming back into the room and apologising, but I just panicked. I just got scared.
Maybe it really is over this time.
'Cela, why?' My momma said, rubbing on my back, as I sat there crying. And I really couldn't tell you. 'Just go on to bed, you'll be able to think better on a clear head' she said, and I nodded.
I got up from the couch and walked up into the shower. I washed off the stress from today, and crawled into bed.
3 days later - at home 8am...
I woke up, and got showered and dressed trying to sort myself out and get myself together.
I couldn't even eat, cause I had a knot in my stomach. I knew Mar was coming to drop Omari off, and I was praying that he had forgotten what I said. I felt m'y phone buzz on the table. It was Mar.
Im out here with Omari, open the door. He texted, and I opened up the door. He carried a sleeping Omari in his arms, and his bag in the other hand. Once he got in, he walked upstairs with Omari, to put him in his cot, and to put his bag away.
He came back downstairs, and gave me a head nod before walking towards the door. I was honestly heartbroken, he didn't even look at me. 'Marcel' he stopped and turned around. 'Could we talk for a minute?'
'Is you gon use your own lawyer? Or we gon use the same one? I think you should get your own lawyer' he said, and I stood there frozen, feeling my heart breaking all over again.
'Oh...I, uh' I spluttered out, feeling like the rug was pulled from right under me.
'Imma give you some time to think it over, but you needa make up your mind soon, cause I wanna get this started' he said, and left the house all together.
I sat on the couch, bursting into tears. I had to pull myself together though, because I heard Omari crying for me.
Marcel's POV - 3 hours later, at the trap 11am..
'What's going on yall?' I dapped Po and Jordan, and gave a head nod to the rest of the workers, as they packaged up the cocaine bags, ready to sell.
'You look like you done seen a damn ghost bro' Po laughed, and shook my head, lighting up my blunt.
I breathed out smoke, and sat back in my chair with my head in the sky.
'What's going on bro?' Jordan shook my thigh, and I looked up. 'Stuff with Cela?' He asked me and I blew smoke outta my mouth, and they both shook my head. 'What you do now?'
'I ain't do nothing man' I started, pulling from my blunt again. 'How she gon ask me for a divorce?' I said, and both they mouths dropped. 'That was my reaction, but I had to pull shit together' I blew smoke outta my mouth, and Po shook his head.
