Page 15 of Fury
Yes, Mama named it after the club, and I allowed her, just as I put her name on the organization, and I encouraged her to take the lead role so she would have something more for herself.
She’s been a blessing since I graduated. Not only has she helped me get this office up and running, but for a few years, she’s been behind the scenes with the nonprofit, and so far, we’ve managed to help over forty kids get out of the system and into loving homes. All the while raising money for different homes around the state to give the kids still in the system more than what they can get, including a better education.
No one knows about the nonprofit, and that is how we want it to stay for now.
Shaking my head while ignoring Melissa out front, I grab my coffee mug and take a sip as my eyes go to the photos on my desk.
One is of Tate, grinning at my camera, a little girl I can’t help but see as my own, which probably makes me stupid, but Mama, like my friendships with Ivy, Raya, and now Lake, Randy, the mechanic for Dark Angel’s Motors daughter, knew I would grow a bond with the little sweetie pie. She guaranteed it by continuously bringing her to my apartment. Now, I feel like I amher mother, which is sad, really, considering I refuse to give her father a second chance. The other two, one is me, Raya, Ivy, and Lake all grinning at the camera, little Tate in front pulling a silly face that brings a smile to my face, and the last one is Mama and me when I was ten. We’re both grinning at the camera, a woman passing by taking the photo for us. Mama is behind me, her head over my shoulder, both of us wrapped up warmly.
She had taken me ice skating for the first time…
I smile slightly, looking at how happy I was and I knew she’d always be there for me and I was right. After everything with Fury, she was holding me up…even after everything…
“Ah,” I cry and grip my stomach as I bend, my other hand clutching the bathroom sink, sharp shooting pains hitting my lower stomach.
Tears blur as wetness gathers between my legs, my shorts sticking to my skin, and my legs give out as more pain hits me hard, and I cry out again.
“Skylar?!” I hear Mama shout before the door to the bathroom opens, and I look up, tears coating my cheeks as I sob, Mama’s eyes wide with shock…
I lost a baby.
The doctor said I was eight weeks, so it was conceived our first time, but the stress caused me to lose it. I, god, I hated Fury at that moment because while I was sobbing in the hospital room with Mama trying to hold me tight, he was with her, and I realized his truths are what partially caused my miscarriage, the stress and heartbreak of being lied to, breaking me, along with Melissa’s crap and school.
I hated him, and I resented that the club girl managed to have Tate while I lost my baby, which I felt guilty over after meeting her.
She isn’t to blame for her father’s actions.
“She is my daughter!” Melissa shouts, and I sigh, placing my coffee mug on my light gray desk as my door opens and Caitlyn pops her head in, her bleach blonde hair coming into view before she says, “You uh have a client,” lying through her fake teeth and Melissa shoves past her.
I think maybe I need a new receptionist…
“You have been ignoring me!” Melissa growls as she slams the door shut, and I raise a brow, but she ignores my look and eyes my light, homey-feeling office that Mama decorated for me. Her nostrils flare with jealousy, and her foundation that has made her look orange, cracks at the scowl she currently has on.
While I have managed to make something of myself, something I am very aware wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Mama, Melissa still strips at Dark Angel’s Girls, something Brick made happen for her along with her getting paid more than others, believing I would be fed and clothed.
A fool of a man.
I never saw a cent. It was Mama who fed and clothed me, Mama who picked me up from school and kept me with her until she knew Melissa and Peter were passed out, it was Mama at my graduations. It was always my mama not this woman before me who only kept me in hopes of getting money at first from the state then from the man who fathered me.
Brick is a freaking idiot.
“What do you want, Melissa?” I ask with a snap in my voice when she continues to look at my office with pure jealousy and she looks my way with a glare, but I don’t flinch.
She knows what I’m capable of, though, I don’t think she realizes how dangerous I actually am.
“Mama, I need you,” I choke as my hand shakes so hard that I can barely keep my phone to my ear while Ivy stares at the white wall in shock.
“Sweet pea, what is it? Are you hurt?” she demands firmly as I hear rustling, and I cry, “Raya, she-she, she tried to get revenge, mama.”
Mama curses then snaps, “Where are you?!” and I reply, “The hospital…”
Ivy and I were supposed to meet Raya, but she was taking a while, and we decided to try to find her instead, and we did, bloodied and being attacked by one of the Hyena members while one lay dead on the floor, eyes wide.
She sought them out for her revenge, adamant to get rid of all members for what they did, but didn’t count on fighting two.
She was outnumbered and would have been dead if we hadn’t found her, and I did what I had to do at the time, but I’m now petrified she’s going to get herself killed in her need for revenge.
The Hyenas killed her father but not intentionally, not that it makes it okay, especially now she’s on their radar for being the daughter of a man they accidentally killed.
