Ch. 4| I Got This

Aaron

Our Gabby’s House

2:06 p.m

“Smile for mommy Tori!” I heard Gabby say to Tori as she snapped a few photos with her phone while we waited for Trey to come out of his room. Hearing my baby laugh and giggle made me laugh with her. It’s infectious.

Looking at the smile on Gabby’s face as she took pictures of Tori warmed my heart. I haven’t seen that Gabby in a while.

“Daddy I’m ready!!” Trey yelled as he raced out of his room sneakers in tow “Can we go to the park now!” he said as he damn near ran out the front door.

“Aye where you going with no shoes on!” Gabby yelled as she laughed at his antics.

“Mommy I can put them on in the car! I don’t want to miss the ice cream truck!” he said as he hopped in the back seat and buckling his seat belt impatiently waiting for us to follow his lead.

“Daddy put me down!” Tori said trying to wiggle from grip.

“I wonder where they get that from” Gabby said mugging me as she grabbed a few snacks for the kids and her purse.

“Shit me too!” I said while kissing Tori’s cheek then putting her down so she could run to the car to follow her brother’s lead.

Those two are attached at the hip being that she’s 3 and he’s 4 everything he does she has to do and she tries to do it better.

My baby is gonna be something.

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“Watch out for your sister Trey!” Gabby yelled behind them as they both sped off to go play.

And instantly the awkward silence slowly crept it’s way between us. The ever too familiar awkward silence we’ve both grown to know very well.

“So how have you been? I see that your business has taken off well” I said trying to make conversation and to take note of how well her company has taken off.

She started her own hair product line about a year ago and business is booming. I remember when she was in the kitchen playing mixtress, using me and Nas as guinea pigs to test her products.

“And I see you ain’t wearing your ring,” she said smugly without looking away from Tori playing on the swings.

I let out a deep sigh and ran my hand down my face seeing clearly where this is going.

“Why you beating around the bush and pussyfootin’ around the real issue at hand?” she continued.

“Come on man, not today shit was going well until you had to come at my jugular,” I said getting irritated.

“What’s her name Aaron?” she asked simply.

“What?” my ears perked up because I don’t think I heard her clearly.

“Nigga you heard me loud and clear. We’ve been married for 6 years and I been with you since I was 15, you think I don’t know the way you move?” she said looking at me like I was stupid.

“You’re so predictable it’s sad and the fact that I keep falling for it makes me even more foolish and gullible than you to think you'd change” she said almost disgusted with herself.

"The fact that you said “what” tells me there is someone else,” she said with tears brimming in her eyes, but her pride wouldn’t let them fall.

“I’m tired of this, you won,” she said defeated. I looked at her with furrowed brows.

“I’m a good woman and I know that. All I asked you to do was not do me dirty, be loyal and hold me down like I’ve done for you all these years. But you couldn’t do that, you take and take and take, but at this point I have nothing left to give,” her voice shook as she spoke.

She got quiet and looked at me, analyzing my face hoping that I wouldn't confirm her suspicion. I remained quiet knowing that if I said something it would only add fuel to the fire. We stared at each other both trying to read each other, but for once I couldn’t.

“I want a divorce,” she said after an eternity in a firm voice.

I opened my mouth to speak Tori and Trey came racing over to us.

“Mommy can we have some juice?” they said in unison and out of breath.

Gabby put her mommy cape back on and handed them their juices as they sat in between us regaining their energy. So focused all her attention on them from that point forward completely ignoring me. Leaving me alone to my thoughts.

A divorce?

Is it that bad that she’d go that far?

Did I push her that far that she’s ready to throw in the towel and throw everything away?

Naaaah.

Dutch

Nasir’s House

4:00 p.m.

“That’s foul son! You have 7 cars in your garage and I can't whip one for the night? Some brother you are,” Cheri said chuckling darkly.

I woke up to the heavy aroma of weed in the air and Cheri and Nas going at it in true sibling form.

“Damn” I mumbled to myself as I licked my lips causing Nas to turn his attention to me.

“You’re finally awake sleepin’ beauty,” he said walking over to me on the couch completely ignoring what his little sister was saying and came over to check on me.

“That’s foul Nas! Come on I had classes and work all week. I just want to go out for a little while pleaaasssse” she pleaded and made him feel guilty at the same time.

We all know that Nas has a soft spot for his baby sis and she busses her ass every day with school and work. She really is a good girl.

She gave him a pair of doe eyes that made Bambi look like trash and he folded.

Kissing his teeth,” Fine! And don’t go leaving none of your shit in my car” he said pointing to his car key rack, allowing her to chose any car she wanted for the night.

“Thank you!” she said gleefully and kissed his cheeks as he swatted her away.

“Come on chill! I don’t want your ugly to rub off go sumwhere man!” he said wiping his face.

“Boy please! I love you bye,” she as she grabbed the keys and ran out.

“I spoil her,” he chuckled to himself as he shook his head.

“She’s a good girl she deserves it,” I told him honestly as I shifted on the couch.

He looked at me with an unreadable expression and put a stray hair behind my ear “yeah, she does,” he said. I knew that statement had an underlying meaning.

“I bought you a new phone while you were sleeping I know your phone was finished after the accident,” he said pointing to the box sitting on the table in front of me.

“You didn’t have to,” I said graciously “Nami could have gotten it for me.”

As soon as I mentioned Nami he sucked his teeth and his jaw clenched. I know better than anyone that there’s bad blood between the two, but they’ve always been able to be cordial for the most part.

“Can you not?” I asked him.

He nodded his head and changed the subject, “AK stopped by with some food that Autumn cooked for you. He said he stopped by your place, but Nami wasn’t there so he figured you were here with me,” he stated smartly as he got up and walked into the kitchen I’m assuming to go heat up the food.

I nodded my head figuring Nami is out making runs, now that I’m out of commission everybody has been picking up double time to make up for my lack of work.

Turning on my new phone I see that I have missed calls, most from customers and a few from the crew.

Going through my text I noticed that I haven’t gotten one from Nami today. Something isn’t right I haven’t seen her since last night and she hasn’t shot a message asking if I’m good.

To Panda:

Wassup where you at?

I saw a few messages from the crew and two from an unknown number.

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Hey?

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Is this Dutchess?

I read the message and seriously pondered about who it could be, I’m not one to give out my number. Curiosity got the best of me and I replied,

To 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Who’s asking?

No less than five seconds later the phone buzzed and tinged in my hand,

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

My name is Beau Wade. I was in the car that hit her and I’d like speak with her.

I looked down at the phone like it was an alien. To be honest I haven’t though about the accident since I left the hospital because I just want to put it behind me and focus on healing. Reliving it put me in a dark place.

I felt it buzz in my hand twice breaking me from my dark thoughts.

From Panda:

Hey baby, I’ve been making runs all day. A said Nas took the day off to look after you so I’m going to pick you up from his place later on tonight.

From 1 646 XXX XXXX:

Dutchess? I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I know that you don’t know me and have no reason to believe me, but I really want to help you. I’d like to be there for you in anyway that I can.

I read the messages and tossed my phone onto another couch. I didn’t want to be bothered with it for a while. Something about Nami’s text rubbed me the wrong way.

“What you ova there thinkin’ bout so hard?” Nas said breaking me from my thoughts.

The last thing I want to talk with him about is Nami, his opinions are too biased he never cared for Nami so I can’t expect to get just advice from him. For that I need AK or Autumn.

“Nothing, but that food in your hand tho,” I said grinning and nodding my head over to the plate in his hand.

“Chill chubbs I’m coming,” he said setting up trays for us, before going back to the kitchen to get the drinks.

Being the greedy crumb snatcher that I am I tried to reach for the fork and get some pasta off the plate.

“Ahh!” I moaned out in pain biting my bottom lip to stifle my moan hoping Nas didn’t hear me.

“What you doing greedy?” Nas asked amused as he walked over setting the drinks down on the trays.

“I got hungry,” I pouted like a little kid.

He chuckled as he sat down next to me, he began cutting up the chicken breast on my plate into strips then turned to me, “Let me help,” he said before feeding me the chicken and pasta.

“Mmmm wait this don’t taste like Autumn’s food,” I said with a raised eyebrow. Yeah my girl Autumn could burn some pans, but not like this. This food had southern feel to it, this food was giving me the warmth that only food from the NOLA can give.

After coming down from the high the food was giving me I took note to the music playing.

“And you know this is my song,” I said mouthing the lyrics.

“You catch everything,” he chuckled and held the fork to my mouth waiting for me to open.

“I put ha food to the side. You eat her food all the time, I wanted to do something special and play chef for a while,” he said wiping pasta sauce from my bottom lip with is thumb before putting it in his mouth and licking it off.

“Did you forget who you dragged to The Roots concert because someone couldn’t make it,” he chuckled licking lips looking at me. He made a point to emphasize the someone in his statement.

His lips never looked that good before. It’s like I’m seeing them for the first time and I can’t complain about what I see.

I giggled, “I’m not complaining, but you should have some too. It’s good,” I said in between bites and pointing to his untouched plate.

“Don’t worry about me I got this, now eat. I made peach cobbler and fresh ice cream for desert you keep talking and you gon’ miss out” he said before feeding himself from my plate to oblige my request.

“Wait, did you say you made ice cream?” My curiosity was piqued.

“You ain’t know?” he said pausing to look at me “ya boy got skills in that kitchen baby!”

“Keep talking like that and you might keep me for good, you know food is the way to my panties” I laughed at my self and slapped my hand over my mouth realized what slipped out my mouth.

“Nah bae I got other ways to get to those, and this is just something to get you wet. Give you a taste of what’s to come,” he said wiggling his eyebrows.

I couldn’t help, but throw my head back and laugh at his silliness. I rarely get a good laugh, but when I do his silly ass is the one to give it to me.

“I like your laugh,” he said while studying my face and I instantly began to blush and feel a tingle in my loins from the look he was giving me.

I looked away embarrassed and I didn’t need him to see my flushed face.

He chuckled and rose from the couch, “I’m gonna go check on the ice cream bae.”

Did this nigga just call me bae?

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Prologue: Make It Home

Dutchess

E 101st & 3rd Ave

2:56 a.m

“Where you at?” Nami asked on the other line. Her voice was raspy and I could tell she was fighting sleep.

“I’m almost home, I just made my last run and I’m a few blocks away I’ll be there in no time babe.”

“Well shit, pedal faster I’m about to heat up this cheesecake and I already set up The Golden Girls on Netflix.” She said with urgency.

“Who heats up cheesecake? Country bumpkin ass” I chuckled as I rode through the avenues completely oblivious to my city around me. I had one mission in mind; get to my bed in record time. I’ve been running without good sleep for two weeks and I’m ready to crash. The thought of my bed caused me to pedal a bit harder.

“I do!” She said giggled, “Don’t try me.” She said her thick Memphis accent coming through.

“Alright, alright let me go so I can pay attention,” I said with all seriousness.

“Gotchu see you soon baby.” She said hanging up as I came up to a red light I slowed my pedaling to a halt.

Taking time to look at the city around me. So alive and active, bodies shifting quickly across the street trying to get to the other side before the red hand popped up. The taxi cab next to me so in a hurry for the light to change to get to his next fare. Even at such a late hour everyone was in such a hurry and had somewhere to be.

I saw an opening and I took it, having a bike as opposed to a car makes maneuvering through NY traffic a breeze. Us bike riders have our own community, albeit underground it’s a community nonetheless. We’ve carved out our own lane in traffic it’s the quickest way to get around the city completely undetected. Need something delivered?

My crew or I can have it delivered to wherever you need it to go in a time friendly and discreet manner. You wouldn’t believe the type of shit have delivered and how much they’ll pay just to have it brought to them in the fashion that we bring it. Business has been great, quite lucrative and we’ve managed to stay below the radar for years. We took the streets by storm and we did it in an unconventional manner.

I increased my speed as I pedaled through past the red light and instantly saw a blaring set of headlights coming towards me from my right side. There was no was I could avoid them, whoever was behind the wheel was swerving between lanes recklessly. They were coming too fast. I saw them, but it was like they didn’t see me and had no intentions of slowing down.

Beau

I looked out the passenger window as Harlem whipped past me in a flash. Street signs began to blur with red lights. Intersections and crosswalks all looked the same. This nigga had lead in his foot and liquor in his veins.

“Yo Boogz son chill! You keep this shit up and you’re either gonna hurt us or someone else!” I yelled over A$AP F3RG blaring through the speakers while clinging to the dashboard as he swerved through lanes. I could here the other drivers on the road honking their horns around us.

“Relax!” he cackled, “I got this, you know I’m the MCLAREN KING NIGGA!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs and pushed his foot on the gas pedal. “I whip shit like this on the regular” he slurred.

“Bullshit! I just got this shit today you whip Fiats on a regular nigga. Now slow down!” He was two seconds away from kissing a tree or a lamppost, I knew I shouldn’t have let him drive my shit, my new shit. My dude has been going through some shit lately so I thought maybe letting him take the whip out for a bit would lift his spirits. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, but isn’t that how it always works out when some shit is about to go down?

“You just sit back and enjoy the ride son,” He said as he hiccupped from the Henny he had been sipping earlier “I got you” he said patting my shoulder confidently. Why do drunk niggas always swear they got everything under control.

“I hear you son I really do, but you’re doing 120 on the dash right now. You need to slow down.” I said as calmly as possibly, almost reasoning with him. Seeing that the light up ahead was turning yellow I figured he’d slow down and I could talk him into letting me drive. For a hot second I almost got through to him.

“How much you wanna bet I can make it before the light turns red?” He turned and looked at me with blood shot red eyes and an impish grin. Before I could respond he floored it, throwing my body back into my seat. I saw a figure moving up ahead, but I didn’t want to believe that it was in the directly in front of our lane.

“YO BOOGZ CHILL MY NIGGA YOU GONNA HIT THE BIKE?!” I yelled trying to get him to slow down.

“What?” He said turning his head for a second.

Moments later I felt the airbag smashing into my face. Signaling the worst, what has my nigga just done.

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10 years ago

I Updated, Let's Converse

Yes, this nigga Aaron has the nerve to have a wife at home, well shit should I be saying had a wife a home cause Gabby is finna leave his black ass high and dry. Do you think they're really going divorce? If they do where does that leave the kids? Shit can get messy.

That nigga Nas done got his culinary skills and he call him playing iron chef in the kitchen now he think he can burn. Is it safe to say Nas is catching feelings or do you think he's simply a bit infatuated with Dutch for the moment?

Let me know what you think, any feedback is appreciated.

Ch.4| I Got This

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10 years ago

I slick have an attitude about the last chap. Who in the fuck does Nami think she is being foul like that? But let her keep playing because Nas is going to scoop Dutch right on up! Lmao. I think they'd be cute together, but Dutch is definitely not letting go of Nami that easily.

Lol girl stop. Nami is foul for the shit she's pulling, but that nigga A is no better. Nas and Dutch are cool for now maybe he's just infatuated for the moment? lol

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11 years ago

Ch. 2 | Rude Awakening

Nasir

Mount Sinai Hospital

7: 40 a.m.

Nami’s words rang through my ears like bells going off at a carnival. “He was in the car that hit Dutch,” kept playing in my mind over and over like a broken record. Watching him sitting there stroking her hand like he had the right to even touch her made me see red. Dutch is like a sister to me, blood couldn’t make us any closer so to have someone hurt her in this way was enough, but to see the nigga sitting there so calm like he belonged there did something to me. This nigga got some balls. The savage in me was itching to come out.

“Relax nigga, chill,” I mentally told myself “we gone get that nigga soon.”

Nami walked over to Dutch’s left side and pulled up the seat next to her and sat staring up him. I saw so many emotions on her face, but her eyes told me that she was going through so much turmoil and was agitated by his presence. She had so much hate brewing in her right na and I could tell she was ready to snap. That bothered me because I’m the only one that’s allowed to get under her skin like that.

Autumn didn’t know what to do so she cautiously walked over to Nami standing by her side. As soon as she laid eyes on Dutch and got a good look at her injuries she couldn’t hold back tears. Autumn wasn’t the type to cry so to see her just break down and sob uncontrollably almost broke me. My fam is hurtin’ right na and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. Nami pulled her down into her lap and craddled her.

“I promise you, we’re gonna get through this Autumn. You know my baby is strong! No little car crash is gonna keep her down,” Nami said while rubbing circles on her back. She said it trying to convince Autumn everything was going to be fine, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself something she didn’t even believe damn self.

Like me, this nigga A didn’t budge from the doorway. He looked ready to rip this nigga apart piece-by-piece, limb from limb if he don’t make his way up outta here.

“Yo why the fuck is you still sittin’ here fuh!! You up in this bitch like you family or sumn,” I barked letting my anger get the best of me. He was too calm for me.

He looked around the room analyzing all the emotions on the faces of everyone in the room and looked directly at Nami, they nodded their heads at each other before he rose from the seat walking towards A and I to leave. Fuck was dat?

Now we’re face to face and to be quite honest I don’t like the way this nigga is looking at me. His bitchass got my sister laid up in a fucking hospital bed while he’s walking the fuck around without a scratch on him lookin’ all sorry in the face and shit? Naaah son. This nigga A beat me to the punch, literally.

All I saw was a slender brown arm coming past the left side of my face quick as shit, catching him right in the right eye causing him to stumble back. Before he had a chance to recover or get his footing right I swung with as much force as I have connecting with his jaw. Watching the blood begin to flow from his mouth excited me, I instantly became giddy.

I was so busy kicking and stomping until I heard something crunch that I didn’t feel Autumn pulling me by my arm with all her strength.

“NASIR!! STOP PLEASE! YOU”RE GONNA KILL HIM!!” she screamed and cried as she kept trying to pull off him she watched the pristine white tiles of the hospital floor now covered blood red.

“Fuck’em,” I said simply through gritted teeth coldly as I continued my torrent of kicks into his side.

6 big burly ass hospital security guards came in and literally had to drag A and me off this nigga because now that we started letting up wasn’t happening. I wanted him to feel everything Dutch was feeling, hell I’m sure they could find him a bed up in this bitch once I’m done with him. He lucky this big nigga is pulling me off. They got A off much easier than they did me, one minute he was kicking and throwing blows the next he abruptly stopped, but I was too in my zone to peep what he peeped.

As they dragged us out I saw a Dr. followed by a nurse quickly rushing in to come take care of his bitchass. That brought a smile to my face knowing that he too would feel pain, but the smile I had was instantly wiped away when I saw Nami in frantic tears and holding a now very much awake Dutchess she too had streaming from her eyes, her sad, weak, tired eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was too weak to say anything. I didn’t mean for her to wake up this way man.

“FUUUUCKK!!” was all I could say as they finally yanked me out.

Boogz

Mount Sinai Hospital

8: 25 a.m.

“Yo B what the fuck happened last night dawg?” Jay asked me yet again, but I couldn’t give him an answer. More than likely because I really couldn’t remember shit and I wanted so badly to remember.

It wasn’t like I was trying to block out the events of the night because I was ashamed by my actions or just trying to forget it, but I really couldn’t remember. I’m drawing a complete blank as I looked at Jay with confused eyes and all he could do was shake his head at me with shame and disgust.

“Fuck you lookin’ confused fuh? Nigga you betta remember something and fast; you almost killed two fucking people man!” He said exasperated, completely annoyed with me. Seeing the bro so heated with me told me I fucked up bad.

“Deadass?” I said with wide eyes dumbfounded.

“You really don’t remember shit from last night?” Jay was supposed to come chill with us last night, but took some overnight hours at his job instead so he cancelled last minute. I remember that much, but once I started drinking shit got fuzzy.

“Wow” he scoffed and shook his head. “How fucking dense can you be?” his words came at me like daggers.

“Fuck, nigga chill!” I said getting heated, he’s not about to make me feel guilty for some shit I don’t remember and probably isn’t even that bad.

“No, nigga you need to chill. You almost killed your best friend and an innocent cyclist. Two innocent fucking people caught up in your drunken fuck shit and you want me to calm down?” he said fuming. “Nigga you got shit all fucked up and you’re selfish as fuck son,” he said truthfully.

Just as he was continuing his rant two male nurses followed by a Dr. brought a body in and laid it down on the empty bed in my room. That nigga was fucked up from what I could see he had a black eye, his face was swollen and had bandages wrapped around his torso.

“Beau?” Jay blurted out as we studied the man’s bruised face from a distance.

“Mmmm” he groaned from his bed.

“The fuck happened to you!?” He said rushing over to his bedside. Bad enough I had trouble getting out of my own bed with one broken arm, but this fucking hospital gown keeps opening up in the back giving my cheeks way too much exposure. This nigga Jay paid no attention to my plight though.

“…Water,’ Beau mumbled out from a dry throat as Jay quickly complied with his request. His eye was swollen shut so he had to rely on his hearing to know exactly where Jay was.

Once he finally found his voice, “ I got jumped” he said solemly.

“BY WHO?!” Jay and I said at the same time. Even with one broken arm I’m down for whatever.

“The girl you hit last night, her bros fucked me up,” He said with anger undeniable in his voice.

“I hit a girl?” I asked shocked and confused.

Even with his eye-swollen shut he gave me that “Nigga are you deadass?” look. “Yeah both her legs are broken along with four broken ribs,” he said.

“Damn” Jay and I both said. I could feel him burning a hole in my face, but I did my best to ignore him. I wasn’t about to let him guilt trip me.

“Glad to see you’re finally awake” a Dr. said to me as he came back into the room making us all turn our attention to him. “Riley do you know how fast you were driving last night?” he asked me cautiously as if he was trying to evaluate me.

“To be quite honest Doc I don’t remember shit from last night,” I told him honestly and heard Jay scoff. “It’s not that I’m not trying to remember, but I can’t for the life of me figured out what happened,” I told him frustrated.

“90 mph is how fast you were going. You’re all quite lucky to be alive,” he paused “I thought this might happen, you’re showing all the signs of transient amnesia,” the Dr. told me.

“Amnesia?” we all said in unison.

“Yes, amnesia. Transient amnesia is a sudden and temporary memory loss your recollection of recent events simply vanishes, you often won’t remember where you are or how you got there. You may also draw a blank when asked to remember things that happened a day, a month or even a year ago. You will remember who you are, and recognize the people you know well, only time will tell how long this will last” the Dr. told us fully breaking it down.

I sat back on my bed and ran my hand down my face.

“Your arm should be healed in about 6-8 weeks and I’ll be scheduling regular check up with you in the next weeks to come,” he continued.

“As for you” he turned his attention to Beau “Do you see why I don’t give out personal information?” he said mugging and taunting him.

“Man whatever,” Beau mumbled kissing his teeth under his breath.

Shaking his head at him “You’ll be here for a couple of days just so I can run some test on your vitals. You’re suffering from a cracked eye socket, dislocated jaw and a broken rib, but you should make a full recovery over the next few months. I’ll have a nurse bring up some pain medication for the both of you. You’re both very lucky,” the Dr. said turning to walk out.

“Why is that?” I blurted out unconsciously.

“Because the victim dropped all legal charges against the both of you,” he said smugly before turning to walking out. Hatin’ ass nigga.

I was stunned, ashamed and grateful. All I wanted to do was remember, but fuck I can’t. So many thoughts were running through my mind, what have I done, how did it get this far?

“Yo Beau you know what room she in?” I asked without looking at him.

He nodded his head and I could tell by the look in his eyes that even with the extent of his injuries he was willing to take the risk and go back to see her.

Somehow I had to find a way to make this right, but first I need to remember how it happened.

Dutchess

Mount Sinai Hospital

7:55 a.m.

“Yo why the fuck is you still sittin’ here fuh!! You up in this bitch like you family or sumn,” I could hear Nas’ loud ass voice bark at someone in the distance.

Why was this nigga always so damn angry? I swear he has no home training. It’s too early for his shit I really want to just lay here and relax for a bit longer before I had to get up and get my day started. He knows that I can’t put up with his bullshit unless I’ve had my morning coffee, AT LEAST. How the fuck did he even get in my house? I know damn well Nami’s rude ass didn’t let him in so how did he get his high yella ass in here.

I groaned as I tried to move my body, but instantly felt sharp pains stabbing me all over my body. So much so that I couldn’t move without feeling tears stream down my face. Everything hurt so bad, I felt, as if I was being set on fire from the inside it hurt so bad.

I felt my bed constantly being shifted and shaken violently which cause my eyes to shoot open. “Mmmm” I groaned as my tears continued to fall.

“Oh my God baby?! You up!” Nami said gingerly cupping my face as her tears began to fall. I hate seeing her cry, I tried to reach up to wipe them away, but I felt pain shoot through every part of my body as I tried to move. The pain was so strong I couldn’t stop whimpering. I had something wrapped tightly around my torso, feeling suffocated I struggled to breath properly.

“No, babe not yet don’t move you’re going to hurt yourself,” she said pecking my dry lips over and over.

“NASIR!! STOP PLEASE! YOU”RE GONNA KILL HIM!!” I heard Autumn frantically crying and yelling trying to pull Nas away. He and this nigga A were in a frenzied rage sending kicks at something or rather someone. Aaron looked up for a split second and completely halted in his movements when he saw that my eyes were focused on him.

“Dutch!” he said in a wide eyed whisper as a few big ass security guards came in a yanked him out before I had a chance to respond. It took a bit more effort to get Nas off the person though. The security guards that dragged Aaron out out into the hallway rushed right back in to get Nasir off cause the three that were trying at the moment just weren’t cutting it. His little strong, skinny ass was putting in work. As he was about to lift his foot to kick again he heard Nami’s sniffles and broke from his trance. When he finally saw me awake he didn’t know what to do or say.

In that split second the security guards quickly hauled his ass out the room.

“FUUUUCKK!!” I heard him yell on the way out. Nami brought my face into her chest so I’d be shielded from seeing the target of their aggression.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay” she said as she massaged my head. Once the he had been removed I was met with Autumn’s puffy red eyes looking at me.

“Dutch” she whispered, but was afraid to move from her spot or touch me. I patted the right side of my bed for her to come sit down and the left side for Nami to sit. The both gingerly sat down on the bed, Nami taking it a step further and laying next to me. Once Autumn saw that I wouldn’t break from the excess weight on the bed she too laid next to me.

Eventually I heard light snores coming from each side of the bed and could finally breath a sigh of relief. I can’t even image the type of morning they’ve had. It took a minute for me to realize I was laid up in a hospital bed, but at least I’m breathing.

Nami gingerly put her lithe arm around my torso making sure not to make any sudden moves to cause me anymore pain “I thought I lost you Dutch” she said lowly.

“I’m not going anywhere Nami, I’m right baby. Get some sleep,” I told her lovingly, I desperately wanted to touch her face, but it hurt too bad if I tried.

I sighed loudly “Fuck is going on?” I asked myself.

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cycleofchances-ff

11 years ago

I like so far. Smdh at Boogz. Can't wait to see where you take this. :) peep you using my baby Tremaine!

My nigga, Boogz..

Idk what to tell you, he was mad hot boy. He was living for the moment and now he’ll have to pay the consequences for his actions. Whether they be good or bad. I’m glad you’re rocking with me :).

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cycleofchances-ff

11 years ago