Enlighten Me (StemxStudxStud)

18

Brillari's Point of View~

We arrived at the hospital and I guiltily helped Taylor out. She clutched her arm and I supported it as best as I could. I tried talking to fill the conversation, "I've never hurt my arm like this before-

"I'm sure you haven't," Taylor interjected.

"-but I think they're gonna give you some pain medicine, some crackers, maybe..some ice and they're gonna pop it back, Taylor."

"That's nice cause that's just what I wanted to hear, Brillari," she said sarcastically.

"I've never seen you act this way before," I said carefully. She looked over at me, rolling her eyes, "Like what, Ms. Haven?"

"That's not my last name, remember?" I said softly. "I don't care if it was Trump," she said back in mocking soft voice, "This shit hurts, Brill!"

We entered the ER and went up to the receptionist. The man gasped, pulling up his glasses. "Are you...Ari Brill," he whispered excitedly. He was probably in his late 40s with a curly Mohawk and a curly mustache. I laughed awkwardly, "Yeah. My friend here popped her arm out of socket."

"Oh, oh. We don't need to wait on a doctor, I'll do it myself," he offered, hurrying to get out of his chair. He knocked over papers and steadied a coffee cup on his desk. Taylor glared at me. "Um sir. If you could just get me a doctor please," I suggested awkwardly.

I heard someone approach us and it was an older white lady with either a premature baby or a newborn in her flabby arms. "I know like hell that you aren't finna let them see a doctor when my baby is coughing up food and cat's ass."

I looked between the man and the lady. What the hell did that even mean? The man seemed scared so I tried to answer for him, "No ma'am-

"Don't talk to me," she shouted. She shuffled back to her seat, rubbing her baby tenderly. "We just need her shoulder to be popped back and some pain killers, but I really think you should take priority here," I suggested to the receptionist.

The man went disappointedly back to his desk and began typing. A moment later a doctor came out to help the woman, and after about fifteen minutes came back for Taylor and I.

"Popped shoulder, huh?" the young doctor asked with a smirk. "This room please," she gestured out to a small room along the strip of a hall that belonged to this section of the wing. "I'm going to have you sit up here and relax."

Taylor shot me another look of disdain, but gripped my hand tightly with her other arm. "No, we need you relaxed. No hand holding," the doctor told us gently.

Taylor let out a whimper and looked at her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Taylor was knocked out on pain killers. We were heading back to my house so I could take care of her (soberly I might add), until she woke up. I don't know how I was about to make this up to her. Especially with the song I need to send to Karlen, and all of the other things I have to address with the diss to the public.

My head pounded, and I found myself a Tylenol once we were at my house and Brillari was snugly tucked into my sheets. I had rearranged some furniture, changed the bed, freshened up the house. Maybe those little things could help her see me a in a different light. All I know is that I'll never be drunk around her again.

The bond Taylor and I was gaining was too valuable to lose. It was in its baby stages and I don't quite know what it is yet, but I do know that I don't want to lose it.

"Brill," Taylor called out from the bedroom. I fumbled with the cap on the pill bottle and put it away. I jogged to check on Taylor and she was laid across my bed. "Whewwww chile."

"Definitely asleep and medicated. Check," I mumbled to myself.

I put the covers back over her and coaxed her back to complete sleep. Her laptop fell over again and I picked it up to put it in the chair. I paused when I saw an email from a Detective Gambino.

"Who's side are you on, Taylor?" I whispered to the screen. I left my bedroom slightly ajar and called up the label. I was taking too much time and they had already sent Karlen her copy. I wouldn't be surprised if Karlen was preparing her own verse now. It was going to be released to the public later on, but I'm sure Karlen would already be playing it on her Lives well before then.

I just want Taylor to get well....forgive me, and solve this case. I guess I have Detective Gambino to thank for helping me find this much out about myself.

I should probably call Roze. I dialed her number but wasn't surprised when no one answered. I tried her mother and she picked up. "Guion Residence," her mother answered. "Good...mor- afternoon? How is Roze doing? This is Brill."

"She's gonna be released on bond soon, but her trial should be in a few weeks to months."

"Do you think they'll let her off easy?" I asked gently. "I'm not quite sure," her mother answered, sounding weathered with worry. "She mentioned something about a friend of yours being able to represent her. She didn't have anyone to represent her except a public defender when her bond was made," her mother informed me.

"That friend of mine is currently....not doing well, but when she is I will get her to contact her lawyer friend about helping Roze."

I paused.

"She's isn't gonna turn out like Adorah. It's gonna be alright."

"I hope so," Roze's mother sighed.

"If you need anything, call. Have a nice day."

"You're too sweet. You too, Brillari."

I hung up and heard shuffling in my room. I frowned and grabbed a knife off of the counter.  I inched my way towards the bedroom and peeked open the door. It was just Taylor moving around. I sighed and debated whether I should leave Taylor here alone. She was hurt and heavily medicated, and also very pissed at me.

"I got bills to make," I mumbled to myself. Maybe if I paid Taylor then she would be loyal to me and not Gambino. It was her decision though.

I went down to the label and handled any of the business that I needed to. In the label parking lot, I tuned into one of Karlen's Lives.

"So you wanna play wimme, Ari Brill?"

"Creepin on da low wit a shorty,
someone Brill think loyal to her...busy out here fuckin me. Bring ya girl to a party, and have plenty others touchin me....ya girl act soft around you, but I be lettin her dominant me. Give a fuck about a nude, at least my body fit and sexy...you might've won that fight, I was drunk....don't mess wimme....pull up witta gun, fuck a fight, shit get messy on ya. Ari Brill? I say, she "say aint brill", ari hoe, I think that's the deal..don't nobody care about a label, you gotta set price tag...I'm worth billions, you worth brillions, shit aint the same....yo weakness keepin you from fame..."

"Nigga what?" I said to my phone. I asked to join her Live and she started going off.

"Bitch! Come touch me again! Come touch me again, bitch!"

"I got you Karlen Dizzy. I gotchu." I left the Live and started devising my plan.