***The news** -Short Exceprt from: Poetry The Novel I was down the stairs before she could say anything else to me. In my room, I emptied my Berretta and placed it under my mattress. I sat the clip above the ceiling tile next to the bundles of money wrapped in rubber bands. My cell phone sat on top of my dresser. I had taken the wrong phone when I went to the mall. I had three missed calls. Two were from Renita and one was from Shahid. I only had two messages. Shahid’s was first. “Dawg, when you get this message, call me ASAP. I got some shit I gotta tell you. It’s urgent as hell, nigga. Hit me back!” I deleted it and went to the next message. “Hey ‘Rell, it’s Nita.” My stomach cringed. It was her monotone diction that caused it. The way her sorrow seeped out of her voice and soaked her words. It sounded like the way she would speak to me after we had gotten into an argument. “Look, you know I’ve been real sick the past couple of days, throwin’ up and everything.” She paused. I sat, eyes blank, mind wide, hanging off every moment of silence like my heart wouldn’t beat until she spoke again. She continued, “I thought I had a stomach flu or something.” There was another long pause. I couldn’t take the suspense. She never could speak fluently when she was giving bad news. “Anyways, I went to the emergency room a few days ago when you was supposed to come by because I took some medicine and the pain got worse. I didn’t call you ‘cuz I didn’t know how to tell you.” She took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant. They said I was 5 weeks pregnant.” A hot feeling rushed through my body. I heard her sniffle a few times throughout the message. She was never one to cry openly, but in my mind, I saw beautiful tears falling down her face; tears, mixed with joy and sorrow, happiness and pain. Her message went on. It seemed as if she wiped the tears from her eyes and toughened up.“Look, I already talked to my mom about it and she made the appointment for me already. I need you to call me.” I threw the phone into the wall out of anger. I was shocked when it didn’t shatter. I laid face down on my bed. It felt like I was being robbed and there was nothing I could do but watch the thieves take my property. I cried more that night than I did when my uncle died a few years back. I cried until my head throbbed and my eyes were blood-shot. I cried until I could barely breathe out of my nose. I didn’t sleep at all that night. , Baby cries echoed throughout my mind every time I closed my eyes for any period of time. My phone rung constantly, but I didn’t answer. My family called me from upstairs, but I didn’t move. I heard my door open and close a few times, but I laid face down on my bed with the lights out and silenced my cries so they would think I was asleep. I spoke to no one. I was dead to the world. I thought about the dream I had a while back at Renita’s house. It seemed, at times, as if I were prescient about what was happening. My dreams were slowly starting to come true and now, I wished that I had never fallen asleep. ***AMAZON REVIEW*** This book was very interesting to me. The author gets you hooked from the beginning and he takes you through the journey of young male struggling to hold on to his faith. Good read, great message!! Look forward to the next one! WATCH THE OFFICIAL TRAILER HERE!!! youtu.be/b_t6Tmp3aiU
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