Maybe I Like Her [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.3

Brenda Palmer-Scout*

Guess who we meet again in this chapter?! You already know..

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"Guys, we have to make or break it now!" I yelled to my mates as we were about to end the third quarter. We were behind by a touchdown and it wasn't looking good for us. We were playing against a tough team and they sure as hell outweighed us.

"What the fuck do you want us to do? Number 67 is the biggest dude out there, he'll knock us all out." another teammate said. I couldn't make the voice but listened anyway.

"Then you do what you can and push the legs. Mitchell, you take number 67 because you're almost as big as him, we have to play this run or else they'll lead us into the fourth quarter." I said.

"Let's go."

The team split as we all went to our spots and I made the call.

"White 67. Corner Route 15. Hut, Hike!"

I tossed the ball behind me and tackled the guy in front of me, Garcia. I knocked him down and ran forward with less then 15 seconds to go. I focused as I caught the ball and my life flashed before my eyes.

I felt like I was taken down by a huge boulder. Then another one dropped on me, and a sharp pain in my side made everything around me freeze.

The noise became mush and I felt the weight lift off of me as minutes went by. My head hurt as I dreamt of a future with my child that would've been born months from now.

My daughter was darker and had brown hair with my eyes. She ran towards me from the monkey-bars and skipped to me before she stopped and fell.

I screamed and ran to where her lifeless body lay with a gunshot bullet through her heart. The hole was so clear it showed me what was behind her. Tires screeched as a car zoomed away from the park and a woman ran to us.

I cried over this child I didn't know but loved with my heart as the woman pushed me away from her and looked at me fearfully. She was black, and very beautiful.

"Call the police!" she screamed. I just stared at her and the girl as I processed this 'dream' in my head. "My baby." she cried.

I couldn't tell if this was a Criminal Minds episode or it was really happening to me.

Her name was Naomi. How did I know; I didn't. She was my daughter and her name was Naomi. And my wife? I blinked and I was in a whole 'nother scene. But it wasn't a dream. I was conscious.

"I NEED THE MEDIC!" I hear Adonis say. My head hurt as I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. "Stand up man come on."

I felt tugging on my arm but couldn't bear the pain. I yelled out, hearing loud noise of the entire arena. I felt myself be moved and ran off the field. 

"We got you just stay conscious." I heard.

But it was hard. "He's showing dyspnea I need a kilogram of-"

I passed out.

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She had white hair, old.

"Mr. Gonzales can you hear me?"

"Yes, where am I?"I opened my eyes, squinting from the migraine I felt.

"Just nod or shake your head, do not speak to much right now you'll lose your breath."

"Am I going to die?" I whispered. My eyes stung with tears as she sighed.