SYMPHONY
“Sweetheart, you need to eat something,” my mother said to my father at the table.
Since today was Thanksgiving, we decided to change my father’s scenery and enjoy a quiet meal on the back patio.
His mobility was limited, but he could still use his hands somewhat to eat; however, he hadn’t even tried to pick up a fork.
I knew that every time my mother spent time with him, a part of her heart hoped for a miracle.
She got up from the table, picking up the plates to take them in. “He’s probably not hungry,” I told her.
She ignored me as her frustration got the better of her. I turned to my father, “Daddy, it’s Thanksgiving, you should eat.”
The nurse came to the sliding door and told me someone was there.
I was confused because my parents hadn’t had many visitors since the incident.
I kissed my dad on his forehead as I stepped into the house.
I glanced into the kitchen, and my mother wasn’t there.
Where the hell did she go? I made my way toward the slightly open front door, but I didn’t see anyone.
I pulled the door all the way open to see Kareem standing there.
I had gone from calm to angry. “You have some nerve showing up here. Leave!” I shouted.
Kareem dropped his head. “Symphony, I know no matter what I say, you won’t forgive me. However, I need to tell you that I’m sorry.”
My head flew back, “Sorry? Nigga I don’t give a fuck about your sorry. Sorry doesn’t change that you beat my father damn near to death. Sorry doesn’t change that he can no longer be normal. Sorry doesn’t change that you stole from me. You can keep your stupid ass apology.”
He placed prayer hands to his lips. “I know, and there is no excuse, but your father isn’t innocent. He said some shit to me that fucked me up and—”
“So, what! I don’t give a fuck. Kareem, you can die right now, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I feel sorry for Keith because if only he knew how evil you are.”
Kareem glared at me with regretful eyes. “Everyone deserves a second chance. You gave him one,” he finished as he walked off.
I watched as he got in the car with Keith and they took off. Who did I give a second chance to? I closed the door and stood there thinking. That’s when I thought about Mison. “Hell no!” I shouted.
I snatched my keys and left the house. My mind was racing because if Kareem was right, I had been sleeping with the enemy this entire time.
I was having this man’s baby. When I reached his house, his car was gone.
I got out of the car and used the key he gave me to enter the house.
I rushed up to his room and started to look through shit.
I searched high and low for my necklace.
If Kareem were so apologetic, he would have given it back.
So, it meant Mison had to have it, but I couldn’t find anything.
I was going to this Zoogiving, and whether he wanted to or not, that nigga was going to give me some fucking answers.