Back in Powder Springs, things weren't going too well...for Jeremiah.
Gionni, Tyler and Kiree had found out about the Kenny and Camden situation. He accidentally let it slip when ranting about Omar.
They jumped him and planned on telling Camden once she got back.
He started having aggressive episodes and had trashed his whole room, working his way through his house. It was sad to say his mom was terrified of him. The episodes were random so that made him even scarier.
Linda, Jeremiah's mom, was the only one in the house besides him. His father was dead and she didn't get out much to have friends.
Linda didn't want to, but she felt she had no other choice. With him in this condition it was nothing she could do for him herself.
She cried on the phone as she called the mental health clinic. She felt so wrong to do this to her only child.
The people from the clinic showed up sooner than she hoped. She at least wanted a proper goodbye.
"He's upstairs asleep."
Two men and a women made their way upstairs as Linda continued to cry.
"WHAT THE FUCK? LET ME GO."
Jeremiah's screams could be heard throughout the house. There was glass breaking, wood scratching, and things thumping against the wall.
The two men came back downstairs with Jeremiah.
"MOMMA GET THEM OFF ME," He yelled.
Linda cried even harder seeing him like that. She wanted to tell them to stop, but she knew this was for his own good.
"MOMMA PLEASE," he cried. "How you gone let them take me? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?"
"I DO!"
As they got closer to the door he continued to kick and struggle.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU. NO WONDER HE KILLED HIMSELF." He shouted right before they took him outside.
Linda stood frozen as his words replayed in her head.
On Jeremiah's fourteenth birthday his dad killed himself. He found out Linda was cheating and killed himself.
Jeremiah had walked into the room and witnessed the whole thing. He saw his father's brains and blood splattered on the walls. He saw his body drop to the floor and the life drain from his eyes.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Brown. Your son is in good hands." The women smiled at her, but you could see the sympathy in her eyes.
The women walked out of the house and in an instant it was achingly quiet. Linda was was left with a mess of a house to clean up and her hurt feelings to repair.
