"What happened, nigga?" Chris asked, shakin' his head. "Fuck is up with my sister? You know she hit me up yesterday, talkin' bout cps and shit."

I decided ta' catch up with Chris, because afta' the hospital shit, I just needed ta' chill with someone otha' than Sarah. Someone who knew ha' better than I thought I did.

"Sarah slapped ha', right, then afta' Picker left out, the muthafuckin' cps roll in with the cops, talm bout some dey gotta investigate Sarah home ta' make sho' lil man safe." I said, tryin' ta' wrap ma' head bout what the hell happened at the hospital.

"What the fuck happened before all that and who the fuck is Picker? Who the fuck got cps and twelve involved? That shit fucked up dawg."

"I'm assumin' Pocker on some real shit. Nigga, when I tell ya' lil man whole arm was fucked, nigga, his whole muthafuckin' arm was through. Skin peelin' off, arm red as hell. Sarah really lost ha' fuckin' mind when she saw him." I said.

"Nigga, now who the hell is Pocker? Cause whoever that bitch is getting fucked up! That's my fuckin' nephew, man. I gotta check on my sister, yo." He said, shakin' his head. He pull his phone out and walked inta' the livin' room.

I sat onna' couch thinkin' bout the shit that happened yesterday. When Sarah and I got thea' shit really took a sharp ass left turn.

"Ms. Sarah, I'm so sorry." Pecker said and I notice Sarah speed walkin' in ha' direction.

"Get up, I'm about to slap the hell out of you." Sarah said loud enough fa' Pickle ta' hear ha'.

I quickly followed behind Sarah as ha' pace quickens. Befo' I could reach out and grab ha, a loud smack was echoed through the halls of the hospital.

"You witch! I don't know what your problem is with me, but the fact that this is the second time I let you babysit my child and he ends up in the hospital is unacceptable." Sarah yelled.

"Then tell your fucking child to listen to adults! I told that bastard to sit down and he didn't." Packer yelled back, tryin' ta' run up on Sarah.

I stepped in front of Sarah, blockin' shawty from tryin' ta' hit my baybeh.

"Aye, shawty, back up man." I said, pushin, ha' back a lil.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me or I swear to God I will call the fucking police." That bitch said, pushin' me back.

"Back up, shawty." I said again, not tryna' lay dis' lil' bitch out.

"I will fuck both of y'all up, I promise." She said, pointin' ha' lil' fucked up ass finger at us.

She bumped past us, cussin' and sayin' otha' bullshit up unda' ha' hot ass breath.

"I can't believe I trusted ha' ta' watch ova' ma' child. I can't even. My child is in pain because I let ma' guard down and gave an opportunity ta' a non factor ass bitch." She said, and I just stare at ha' with widen eyes.

"Did ya just cuss baybeh?" I asked.

She sighed, shakin' ha' head. "I couldn't help it. I'm just so angry. This is the second time I had to come up here because of ha' careless way."

"I know, baybeh."

"I know what I should do. That bi—"

Sarah was bout ta' cut up some mo', but a woman inna' all black suit walked in.

"Hi, my name is Ms. Forest. I'm with the Atlanta Child Protective Services. I got a call recently about a child being abused and I am sorry to tell you this, but me and my crew will be doing an investigation. We have received photos of a child who's name is to go unmentioned. As for now does the child have a family member he can stay with till further notice?" Ms. Woods said.

Sis, where you at?" I heard Chris ask and it made me snap outta my thoughts.

"I'm at home. How's Christian? Is he being good?" Sarah asked.

"He sleep. Man, that lil bitch need her ass beat, yo. Remember my cousin Tiffany?"

"Nah, even though I stayed with her and her parents for two years." She said sarcastically.

"Fuck up lil girl. Anyways, you want me to call her up? You know her lil ugly ass was waiting for somebody to try you? Now's the time to put Tiffany rat ass to work."

I smile as I hear Sarah's laugh. It high key feel like it's been years since I heard ha' lil beautiful ass laugh.

"Stop talking about her."

Chris looked at me and smirked. "Aye, I gotta take a shit. Talk to yo future until I come back."

He threw the phone at me and I mug his bitch ass.

"Wazzam baybeh?" I said, puttin' ma' face inna' camera.

"Hi August."

"Ya cool?"

"Could be better. I miss my baby. I wish I never put my trust into Parker." She said.

You could tell this whole situation was takin' a toll on ha'.

"When's the bullshittin' ass investigation?" I asked, lickin' ma' lips.

"Next Monday. I'm scared, August. What if they find something wrong and take Christian away from me? I can't lose my baby. He's all I got."

"They ain't gon' find nothin'. You a good ass momma. But if they do, you 'member when you was feelin' paranoid about gettin' a sitta'?"

She nodded. "Yeah and I set up cameras all throughout the apartment."

"Review the tapes, baybeh. Press charges against Porker if the tapes come back fucked up." I said as she jumped up off the couch and sped walked to where ha' cameras are.

"I got them August. Why didn't I think of this yesterday. Here's the moment of truth." She said.

Afta' ha' lookin' off away from the camera fa' a few moments. I hear a gasp and she starts crying loudly.

"Baybeh, what's wrong? What's goin' on inna' video?" I asked gettin' scared fa' ha'

"August asked.

I stare at the screen unable to speak. What I saw on the tapes were unquestionable works of a devil. My baby was screaming for his life and she was the reason behind it.

I squint my eyes more as I see a figure in the corner. I continue to stare at the figure until it walks up to Christian. The face that appeared in the screen was as clear as day. I began to feel anger take over my body and I just had to stop watching those devils torment my baby. I hang up on August, gathering my belongings before leaving out.