Real Riders Never Die 3 by A'zayler

lady was angry with him, but she would have to get over it. There was nothing he could do for her. He looked at the baby on the bed that was the spitting image of his cousin in a coat of chocolate skin. He was sprawled out on the bed without a care in the world. Uzoma smiled at the thought. He was so peaceful.
    The room was quiet as he sat, lost in his own thoughts. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned as he heard the loud hurling sounds coming from the restroom. He looked in her direction then back at the door. He didn’t want to help her, but he couldn’t help himself. When he’d first learned that they were there, he wanted to come and see them.
    He knew that it had to be scary being in a place you knew nothing about, with people you’d never met in your life. He tried to ignore the constant hurling until he couldn’t anymore. Uzoma stood up and walked into the bathroom. Demoto’s lady was on her knees leaning over the toilet. Practically her entire face was in it. Uzoma frowned at her at first until the hurling started again.
    He walked over to her, quiet and smoothly. He grabbed the long black hair that lay on her back and held it in his hands. “When do you give birth?”
    She wiped her mouth before leaning over on one side of the toilet and laying her face on her arm. Her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath.
    “Four more months.”
    “That’s cool. Do you need anything? You want some water?”
    “I need to talk to Demoto.”
    Uzoma looked at her and sighed. He felt sorry for her, but there was nothing he could do. Instead of responding to her, he walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. There was a small refrigerator in the corner. He grabbed a bottle of water and the plastic container of grapes. He placed the grapes on the bed and carried the bottle of water to her.
    He removed the cap before giving it to her. Taryn drank practically the entire bottle before handing it back to him. She stayed on the floor for a little bit longer before standing to her feet and flushing the toilet. He stood back and watched as she washed her face. When she was finished, she walked slowly toward him and headed for the room. When she was in front of him she stopped and looked up at his face.
    “How tall are you?”
    “Six foot seven.”
    She nodded. “I thought so.”
    “And you?”
    “Six feet.” Taryn continued walking. “You’re my baby’s height.”
    When Uzoma walked into the room, she was already in the bed and lying next to her baby. Uzoma looked at them for a few seconds before walking to the edge of the bed where she was lying.
    “I’m in the room right down the hall, the last one on the left. You can let me know if you need anything.”
    Taryn didn’t say anything. She just nodded her head and kept her eyes closed. Uzoma walked back to the corner and flipped the lamp off. He exited the room as silently as he had come in and headed back to his room.
    As soon as Taryn heard the door close she opened her eyes. She looked around to make sure Uzoma was gone before turning back over. The only thing on her mind was Demoto and going back home to him. Seeing Uzoma and having him care for her while she was sick made her miss Demoto so much more.
    She rubbed her barely bulging stomach and prayed. She needed God to help her right then, if not, she was going to lose her mind. She wiped the tears that began to roll down as she continued praying for the relief that she needed. Ornella had come into her life and flipped it upside down in a matter of hours. When she finished praying, she slid back down in bed and kissed Ayo’s face. Once she was comfortable on her side, she rubbed her stomach and prepared for a long, lonely night.

Chapter Four
    T he blazing sun and dirt roads brought back memories of a time Demoto wasn’t in the mood to remember. Evening walks down the streets after dinner while feasting on some of the ripest fruits. Demoto could still hear his father yelling for him and