Chapter Eleven

Jake.

Naima had been a mess all day today, I really could not blame her. She was hurting just like I was hurting.

Whoever says it gets better has clearly never gone through grief. It had been two years and everything was still fresh.

And everyday I think about all the situations that ended up to losing my daughter.

I looked over at Naima again, in tears. She was the only person in the world that understood exactly what I was going through.

I walked over to her, but the moment she saw me her whole demeanor changed.

"Please Naima, not today. I don't have the energy to fight you." i said truthfully.

I knew she needed for me to be the bad guy, today so she would atleast feel better, but I did not have it in me.

I pulled her into my arms, but she was punching me, screaming at me.

" It's all your fault. It's your fault my little girl is gone."

"You know what Naima, i can't." i said as I started to walk away.

"Yes, just walk away, go." she yelled at me, still screaming.

But I did not