"Aww shit niggas y'all know how it go! It was a dark an stormy night an shit. Win' was blowin' like yo momma inna back alley, rain was comin down like me at tha fuckin' club! Yeet! When alla sudden-" BWONG! Mori slumped forward, clutched the back of her head, screaming, tears running down her face. Kiara stood behind her, cast iron frying pan in one hand, the other on her hip, scowl on her face. "Calli, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times. You don't use that fucking niggerspeak in front of our kid!" She shrilled. Mori sat for a few moments until the pain subsided, then turned and gave a weak smile. "Y-yes dear... I'm sorry."
The baby, a cute little cherub, happily giggled and gurgled, clapping it's hands. Kiara walked over to it, brushing it's red hair softy with a hand. Lovingly she bent down and kissed him on his little forehead. "Look at him, so full of potential." Kiara beamed and cooed over him, playing with his little toes. "He's going to grow up into a fine young man!" Kiara continued to play with the infant, ignoring Mori. As always. A few minutes passed then Mori sighed and quietly took her leave.
Ever since Kiara had that kid Mori had been left in the dust. She never wanted to talk to her anymore. Never even wanted to see her. And the hitting! Kiara was ALWAYS hitting Calliope now. Calli rubbed the back of her head, ears still ringing. Wetness. She looked, blood. Sighing, Mori closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she opened them again, the pain had subsided. But not the anger. This was it. This was the last straw.
Mori rose, and went to the kitchen, where Kiara was prepping a bottle. She knew she had to act fast. Not that Kiara would suspect anything, mind you, but because she would lose her nerve if she didn't. She crossed the kitchen and went to the pantry, looking around in the cleaning supplies and other "high shelf" stuff. Damn. It wasn't here. "What're you looking for?" Mori almost jumped out of her skin. Kiara had sneaked up on her. "Oh, just some rubbing alcohol. Do we have any?" Kiara chuckled. "Calli, you moved that out to the garage, remember? I asked you to take all the harmful stuff out of the kitchen and so the baby wouldn't find it." Mori nodded, she sure did. Mori inhaled slowly. "Ah yes, Kiara, of course. I'm going to go get it right now." Kiara looped an arm around her waist. "Ah ah, not yet you're not." "Oh?" Mori replied, raising an eyebrow. Were they finally going to get intimate again? Maybe this was just something Kiara had been going through. Calliope felt excitement rising inside her. Kiara took Mori's hand and gave a little squeeze. "You, miss Calliope Mori, are," she shoved the bottle into Mori's hand "going to feed the baby."
Mori blinked, then smiled, with gritted teeth. "Yes, of course, Sweetheart." Kiara smiled and gave Mori a little peck on the cheek, then went off to their bedroom. Calli marched her way up the stairs, into babies room, grabbed the doorknob...then sighed. It wasn't fair. But life rarely was. That baby, her baby too, needed attention far more than she did. Mori went inside and picked the infant up gently, cradled him in her arms. He looked up at her, gurgled and smiled. "You know, you're a cute kid. Just like your pa." The baby giggled. Mori sat down in the overstuffed chair and popped the bottle in the baby's mouth, who began happily sucking away.
After a few seconds, however, the baby began to gasp. His face was turning blue, his heart racing. Mori turned him over and began patting him on his back. Was it the nipple?! No, it's on the bottle still. What was he choking on?! The baby began vomiting, but was still choking. "KIARA!" Mori screamed at the top of her lungs, "KIARA CALL AN AMBULANCE THE BABY IS CHOKING, HE'S GOING TO DIE!" Mori began crying in panic and despair, the baby wasn't moving. Limp. "KIARA HURRY, OH GOD, KIARA!" Leisurely Kiara walked into the nursery. "Christ, Kiara, hand me your phone, the baby isn't-"
"Cyanide."
It was like a punch to the gut. "What? KIARA WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Kiara looked detached at the baby. "I put cyanide into his formula. Poison. He's dead, Calliope." Mori looked at her in horror. "what the fuck?" Her voice sounded tiny and small to her ears. "Kiara, why?" Kiara glanced at the rising bump on Calli's head and winced. "I didn't like what I was becoming with him. I hit you. With a frying pan." Kiara's eyes started to water and her voice waver. "That could have KILLED you Calli! That could have given you brain damage, you could have been-" "SO INFANTICIDE IS THE ANSWER?! YOU KILLED OUR BABY YOU PSYCHOTIC BITCH, *MY BABY* THE ONE I- oh my God my baby is dead." Calli ended with a croaking sob, suddenly crying harshly. "My baby, my beautiful baby boy, you murdered him Kiara." She cradled the lifeless infant close to her, rocking back and forth, now on the floor. "Calli, I-" "GO AWAY!" She roared "GET AWAY FROM ME!" She shot up and ran from the room, slamming the door behind her.
