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| The Jacobs had just landed on Florida soil after their plane ride from Texas. The ride to the airport was full of uncomfortable slience and the way to their 3 storee home. They may have been queit, but on the inside they were fuming with emotions. Between the four of them, Mya was probably the most angered one. She had fought so hard to break Amelia down and it worked, but now she's has this sudden spunky and bluntness to her that pissed Maya off. Her plan worked perfectly, but Amelia was coming back with full force. She knew Amelia was lieing about Justin being in her home and that child because his nosey behind was peeking through the window and she saw him, but didn't make eye contact. Anyone could tell that the child before them held resemblence to Justin and Amelia. So Amelia ran away because she was pregnant? But how is Justin in the picture all of a sudden? The whole damn world knew she left his ass. She probably told him and now they're going to make a happy fam-. Wait! the bastard has a girlfriend....Chan..Chantal, no....Channel, yes! It's Channel that model. Does she know about this? I sure as hell know Amelia would know by now. If she doesn't maybe I can brew up a little game to play. I'm getting excited just thinking about it! Egh, we're home now. When everyone had become settled, Mrs. Jacobs held a meeting and called everyone to the living for a disscussion. Once they were planted in a seat, Mrs. Jacobs took a deep breath and prepared herself for the lashing of words she would be getting afterwards. "Please don't interupt me before I finish. Amelia was right. Yes, we were probably right about her and Dust...Jus-Justin not being able to hold a long term relationship, but its seems that she's happy where she is and is keeping a close relationship with his mother. I guess you can say that I'm not putting up a fight or I'm feeling guilty about what pain I've caused my child. I've had time to reflect on what I've done to her and its sickening to me to think I drove her to live her life in fear," she cried,"Ofcourse, I probably didn't like her being with a white man, but he seemed to make her happy. She genuinely looked happy and in love. That's what I always wanted her to be, happy. Instead of being a supportive mother when the world was closing in on her, I was like the rest. Yes, I'm racist you could say, but I want to change that. I want to have my little girl back and be able to see her have kids and get married. But I probably won't because our relationship with her is destroyed and what we have done to her can never be repaired. Thats what I wanted to say. However you take it, then it will be that way. Just know that I feel so different about this then 3 years ago." The room is slient for what seemed like an eternity after Mrs. Jacobs' speech. Mr. Jacobs was the least shocked at his wife's words because he had a feeling that she might have started to have guilt, but he on the other hand didn't. Each one made eye contact with another, but no one had anything to say that would have been postive or nice for Mrs. Jacobs' sudden change of heart. "Ok, I see no one has anything the say about the way I feel so, you'll can go and do what you were going to do earlier," she said, realeasing everyone from the room. Mya immediately went to her room without a word to anyone. She couldn't believe the words she heard, but somewhat understood Mrs. J. She's a mother so she would start to feel like that, but she wasn't. Mya wanted to see Amelia suffer. She was jealous, plain and simple. She was always jealous of Amelia and her family. She wanted her family to be the same way but never had it like her. Yes, it was great to get all the guys attention and keep them away from Amelia, but she wanted more. She had so much un-answered info that she wanted answers too and she knew only one person to call for the job. Picking up the phone, she dialed a familar number that she had long stopped calling for favors and prayed that they would answer the phone and fufill her request with a favor done for them. Back Home Chapter 21 |