Blake and Jasmine would be able to still be friends. She discerned Blake would always have Jasmine’s best interests at heart even though she didn’t want to believe it. She knew all too well what it was to have your innocence snatched too soon and be thrown head first into reality.
She stood up and reached for Jasmine’s hand, “Come on baby . Let’s go clean your face.”
Jasmine took her hand.
“Come on Blake you too.”
Vanessa extended her other hand. He looked to his mother to see if it was okay. Lisa nodded.
Vanessa said, “Lisa why don’t you go start breakfast for them . I’m sure they haven’t eaten anything yet. I can’t imagine they ate last night.”
Lisa smiled. Vanessa could be as mean as a snake or as sweet as a Georgia Peach. She knew it was her way of apologizing because no one but Vanessa Monroe cooked in her kitchen. Lisa’s way of accepting it was by going into the kitchen and throwing something together.
In the kitchen Lisa took out eggs, butter, bacon and pulled grits from the pantry. Vanessa had the children sitting at the table and gave them paper towels to clean their faces. She pulled Jasmine out of her seat and took her over to a corner in the kitchen to examine her to see what all had to been done to her. She wanted to curse when she saw the welts on her baby’s skin. She went over to Blake and pulled up his shirt and saw his was ten times worse. His were old and new. When she realized why he had so many more she wanted to cry.
She asked him, “Did you try and protect Jasmine?”
He nodded. She grabbed him and hugged him as tears ran down her face. This little boy was just determined to work his way into her heart no matter how hard she tried to resist.
“ I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry this happened to you. Thank you for what you did for Jasmine.”
She reached for Jasmine an d held them both. Her tear-filled eyes met Lisa’s and her heart ached for her. She’d never been a fan of Frank’s, but she couldn’t deny that Lisa had always been a great friend and neighbor despite the difference in their skin tones. Jasmine’s wounds would heal likely by the end of the day, but the scars that Lisa and Blake had may just take a lifetime to heal.
She released the kids and asked them, “Are you guys okay?”
They nodded.
Jasmine asked, “Are we gonna get in trouble for trying to run away and for taking Shawn’s money?”
Vanessa laughed, “Under the circumstances we will let that go, but if I ever catch either of you stealing anything again I will break every one of your fingers off. Do you understand?”
In unison they said, “Yes ma’am.”
She continued, “If you ever want to talk about this don’t be afraid okay. You can talk to me or Lisa or my husband okay.”
They nodded.
She asked, “Y’all hungry?”
They both nodded vigorously.
She smiled, “Okay I’ll go help Lisa with breakfast.”
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Three weeks later Justin parked his truck and walked into the obscure bar far off from the main road. He had been helping Lisa look for Frank by using his contacts at the police station. They found him but before he let Lisa know he wanted to have a private man-to-man conversation with Frank. Justin didn’t like confrontation but when it came to his baby girl all of that went out the window.
He opened the heavy wooden door. H is senses were assaulted with cigarette smoke and country music. The first thing he noticed was he was the only dark spot in the bar. He wasn’t concerned about it though. He came there for one purpose and one purpose only.
He looked around trying to spot Frank. He saw couples dancing on the dusty make shift dance floor. There were several patrons at the bar tossing back shots. He spotted Frank in the very back sitting at a table alone.
As Justin approached Frank he ignored all the stares he received from the other
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