SEASON 7-8 ✔️EMPIRE

S08E01: Like A Rotten Vegetable!

Cookie was in her office. Thinking deep.
"Why are you here? you should be at home Cookie, your family needs you right now" Becky said interrupting her thoughts

She looked up at her but it was like she didn't see her, her mind was occupied. Really stolen.

"Cookie!" Becky shouted. "I heard you Becky." Cookie said looking up at her still. Not moving or anything, she looked scary, like a loony.

"Are you okay? I mean ofcourse you not okay.. I mean do you--"
Becky didn't get a chance to finish off her statement. "Leave me alone!" Cookie said in a calm voice. "O-okay. But if you feel like going home, we will understand. Porsha and I will make sure everything is going well here, I promise" Becky added. Cookie whimpered.

"Awwwwe Cookie. Sis you gonna be okay" Becky said approaching her. She hugged her. "Everything is going to be alright. You always finds a way as a family. You will be alright. I know this" Becky said rubbing cookie's back. "Thank you Becky. I need to work though. Is the only thing that keeps me sane, everybody at the house drives me crazy. I drives me crazy. I need this Becky" Cookie said

"I understand" Becky said.

Later on
Cookie arrived home. She went straight to the study room.
She stepped inside expecting to see him. There he was in his chair. The whole room was filled with smoke. She coughed. He was still smoking and drinking. That's all he does all day. Smoke and drink. Sitting in one spot.
He hardly moves. I mean hardly, he could also use a shower, it's been like this since he recovered. Cookie got him a psychiatrist to get him to speak. But he don't speak to anybody. Not even her.

She huffed the type of air that says. "And here we go again!" Honestly... She was over this, it's been months going through this with him, he still refuses help. He still don't touch her, don't allow her to touch him, doesn't speak to anybody.

She walked all the way in.
"Hey!" She said approaching him from behind. "How was your day?" Moot point Cook, you know he ain't talking. "Mine was better. They miss you at Empire!" She said. She touched his shoulders and started massaging him. Usually he would roughed push her off but he didn't. He continued smoking.
She was coughing the smoke off. It was too much in the room, like something was burning.
"I miss you baby, I need you" she said. "Lucious please talk to me. Baby please I'm begging you" she said. He didn't respond just smoked away.

She let go of him. Today was actually her retirement day, she was retiring from trying so much. She was taking her steps back every single day. She walked out of the room and shut the door. He didn't react or jump, he just smoked and had his drink.

The whole week. It was like that.
Cookie was getting sick of it. The psychiatrist too.
"Maybe take him to a mental hospital. I mean Crazy Is in the family blood" Hakeem said then looked at Andre, "sorry bro" Hakeem added. Jamal rolled his eyes. Andre just kept quiet.

"The hospital means I'm giving up on him and I'm not ready to do that. I cant let him go. I can't. Maybe he will soon just snap out of it" Cookie said. "When Ma, when? Empire is collapsing without him, we losing empire" Andre shouted his frustrations out. "We will figure that out baby don't worry. I will come to the Empire to help out for a while." Cookie said.

"So he won't talk still?" Jamal asked. "No!" Cookie said. "I say let's take his ass to the hospital for mentally disturbed people like him. We can't keep a crazy person here with us" Hakeem said unapologetically. Cookie gave him a look. "What? Ma? you also tired of his ass. Juanita is tired of feeding him. He hardly even takes a shower, all he does is smoke and drink" Hakeem said. "About that. I think maybe you should hire him a nurse ma! Somebody to take care of him, bathe him" Jamal said. it came from a concerned heart.