Following the aftermath of the fire, Meghan’s daughter, Alexis, is in ICU. Chris has just left her and taken their kids with him. Meghan is devastated, but she still finds herself depending on pills to help her through. Without her family around, Meghan is forced to deal with why she is unhappy in the first place. Will Meghan be able to deal with her issues and finally get her family back?
Candace’s life has turned into a complete nightmare. Jamal has been arrested for murdering his cousin, and Candace rushes to Detroit to help him through his ordeal. But this time, Candace realizes their problems won’t be so easily fixed.
Despite trying to change, Denise has found herself in the middle of another scandal. Denise, overwhelmed and embarrassed, tries to hide from her problems. She will soon learn her problems have a way of catching up to her.
Meghan, Candace, and Denise are in for the fight of their lives. They will turn to God for help putting the pieces of their relationships and lives back together.
I laid in my hospital bed speechless as tears poured down my face. Did this really just happen? Did Chris just walk out of here with my baby, and tell me he would be taking my kids from me? How did I get here? I wasn’t a bad person, was I? This seemed like something that only happened to a bad person. Only a bad person would have their house burn down, a child injured, and their kids taken away from them in one night. This truly felt like a nightmare.
I pinched myself. No, this was not a nightmare. This was real. I took deep breaths to calm myself then I wiped the tears from my face. I got up out of my hospital bed and went to the reception area. I was going to go see Alexis. I told the receptionist I was there to see my daughter. She told me what room number she was in and gave me the directions to the intensive care unit.
When I arrived at her door, I stood there for a moment, bracing myself for what I was about to see. I finally opened the door and felt like my heart was breaking. I looked at Alexis lying in her hospital bed with tubes hooked up to her body. I slowly walked into the room and sat in a chair by her bedside, taking her small hand into mine.
“Lexi, mommy loves you,” I said as I choked back a sob. “I never meant for this to happen to you. I’m sorry for yelling at you all the time. I want you to get better and be better than ever.”
As I said this, I wondered if that was even possible. The doctor wasn’t sure what her mental capacity would be, but God would have the last word. I closed my eyes and prayed for Alexis’ healing and well-being. I also prayed things would work out between me and Chris. After I finished my prayer, I kissed Alexis on the cheek and left the hospital room. I walked back to my hospital room, gathered my things, and checked out of the hospital. I would come back tomorrow to see Alexis. I walked out the hospital and started to walk to the parking lot when I remembered I didn’t drive. I called a cab and it arrived there ten minutes later.
When the cab arrived, the driver asked where I was going, and I just gave her a blank look. I had no idea where I was going to go. I couldn’t go back home. I was speechless as the cab driver gave me an impatient look. I knew my only option was to go to a hotel, but then I realized I needed to get my car from my house. I told the cab driver my address, and she drove me to my house.
When I arrived at my house, I paid the cab driver.
“What happened here?” The cab driver asked in shock as she looked at my house with her mouth wide open.
I was too emotionally drained to answer her, so I just thanked her and got of the cab. I walked to my garage, took the keys out of my purse and hit the unlock button to open my Range Rover. I was glad my purse didn’t get burned in the fire. I got inside my truck and started it. When I went to close my purse, I saw my pills peeking out. I took a deep breath. I wanted to take a pill, but I knew I shouldn’t. After all, this is what got me into the situation I was in now, but I was on edge and my nerves were bad. I needed something to take the edge off, so I took two pills out of the bottle and swallowed them dry.
I drove out of the garage to the Omni Charlotte Hotel. It was a nice hotel in Charlotte. It had a roof top swimming pool and everything. I needed to stay at a nice place where I could relax and unwind. When I arrived at the hotel, I paid then went to my room on the third floor. I opened the door to my room, went inside and flopped on the bed. I didn’t know where I was going to go from here. The bag Chris was able to salvage only had a few pieces of clothing in them, and they smelled like smoke. I needed to buy some new clothes. I would probably have to stay here for a month or two until the house was ready. I was started to feel the effects of the pill. I felt drowsy, but I needed to talk to Chris. I needed to check on Brandon and see where he was staying. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed his number. Chris answered on the second ring, and he didn’t sound happy to hear from me.
“Meghan, what is it?” he asked in an irritated voice.
I was taken aback by his tone. Chris usually never spoke to me harshly. I guess this was something I was going to have to get used to, and I really didn’t feel like arguing with him.
“Chris, I just want to know how Brandon is doing, and where you’re staying so I can visit my son,” I said in a tired voice.
Chris was silent for a moment then said, “Why do you sound like that? Have you taken more pills?”
I sighed. I didn’t need this right now. All I wanted to know is how my son was doing. “Just answer my question,” I said
“No, not until you tell me if you have taken more pills.”
My silence was my answer.
“Really, Meghan? After what happened today, you took more pills?” Chris asked in an angry voice.
I blew out a frustrated breath. I was trying to be civil, but clearly, Chris wanted to be difficult.
“Yes, I took some more pills. What do you expect? My house burned down, my daughter is in the ICU, and you’re talking about taking my kids from me. So, yes, I took some pills to calm my nerves.”
“I knew it, you’re developing an addiction,” Chris accused.
“No, I’m not. You can’t just throw the word addiction out there because you don’t know what you’re taking about!” I fired back.
“But you do, right? That’s right, Meghan, you always have all the answers, and you know everything. Apparently, you don’t know enough because our house is destroyed, and our daughter is in the ICU.”
“You’re not going to keep blaming me for that!” I yelled. I could feel the tears starting to stream down my cheeks. I felt guilty enough, so I didn’t need Chris coming down on me.
“Oh, but it is your fault,” Chris said, not backing down.
“Why are you being this way? I just want to know how my son is doing?”
“Brandon is doing just fine.”
“Good. Where are you staying?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
“Why not?” I choked out. Chris was really playing hard ball.
“Because I can tell by the sound of your voice that those pills got a hold on you, and I don’t want you around our son like this.”
“Come on, Chris, you’re being ridiculous. I only took a couple of pills to take away from some of the stress that has been going on tonight.”
Chris was silent for a long moment. I thought he had hung up, then he finally spoke. “The fact that you think you have to depend on pills to handle stress just shows me you really need help. Until you get some, I don’t think you should be around our son or daughter right now,” Chris said then hung up the phone.
I looked at my cell phone in disbelief. I couldn’t believe Chris just hung up on me. If he thought he was going to keep my kids from me, he was in for a big fight.