“Me and Immy have a kid,” Kane states, his tone firm and confident. I will do anything to find my kid, she needs to learn that and fast. My mom is making muffled noises beyond her mask, tears in her angry hazel eyes, and I don’t actually care at all. They both remain standing and I find this whole scene so bizarre. “Naw, but y’all should probably take a seat.” “Right, well, shall I make coffee or somethin’?” Felicia asks, looking confused. “We promise to fill you in on all the details after we have what we need from her.” “I’m gonna cut to the quick, save the full length of the story because we’re runnin’ short on time what with all the noise she made.” “Oh we know,” Kane murmurs and all eyes fly to him. “Okay so somebody needs to start talkin’,” Felicia demands and Kane folds his arms across his chest. There’s no screaming when we get inside and I quickly learn that’s because Kane and his daddy have tied my mother bitch to a chair and have slapped a piece of tape over her mouth. “What’s going on, Immy?” Felicia asks and I nod for her to follow. Felicia and I survey the area to be sure there are no witnesses. “Not sure they’ll see it that way seein’ as she’s your momma,” West jests and on the count of three, he opens the boot and they grab my flailing mother and carry her to the house. “Hey, we only made a citizen’s arrest,” I defend. “Better be one heck of a reason, putting us all at risk of goin’ to jail like this.” “Whatever,” West lilts, sounding as amused as Felicia.
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