Jenny:

I opened my eyes slowly and immediately groaned when I felt the pain coming from my abdomen.

"Jenny?" I heard my Momma T’s voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me caressing my hair.

"Mommy," I said weakly.

"Bette!" She called out.

I heard scuffling and a bunch of things falling to the floor, then Momma B was standing over me crying. "Baby," she said kissing my forehead and sobbing, "oh thank God you’re okay."

"My stomach hurts mommy," I said crying.

"I call the nurse baby," Momma T said kissing my cheek and rushing out.

Momma B sat beside me on the bed and started caressing my hair. She did that every time I was sick. "Do you remember what happened baby?" She said.

I nodded, grimacing at the pain, "Momma T’s sister attacked me, and Auntie Tasha saved me. But then I don’t remember anything else."

"Auntie Tasha is very worried about you," Momma B said.

Momma T walked back into the room with a Jamaican nurse who was smiling kindly. "Alright sweety," she said injecting some liquid into my IV, "this is morphine, it might make you drowsy and a bit nauseous. We’re gonna move you to a private room. Your family wants to see you."

I felt a pressure on my head and my eyes started drooping. "Mommy," I whimpered.

"Shh," Momma B soothed, "we’re right here baby."

"You can go to sleep baby," Momma T said.

And I did. When I woke up again I was in a different room and everyone was there. I didn’t feel any pain.

"Good morning sweety," Momma B said smiling.

I pushed a button on the remote next to me and made the bed sit me up.

"Be careful," Momma T said worriedly.

"Hey baby sis," Angelica said.

"Are you okay Jenny?" Jimmy said.

"Yeah I am," I said.

"I shouldn’t have left you by yourself," Cal said grabbing my hand, "I’m so sorry."

"It’s not your fault Cal," I said, "are you alright?"

"Yeah I went to my dad’s house," Cal said, "he said he will never let Tom take me."

"And he won’t," Momma B said with conviction.

"You’re our son and no one will take you from us," Momma T added.