Living Downlow

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟙: The Visit

We go shower together, then Shawn runs a warm bath; we sit and enjoy each other's presence.
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After we leave the bath, we get dressed and lay down in the bed, Shawn wraps his arms around me and we watch TV.
"How was it this time?" I ask him.

"Shit was light, you know they don't really be fucking with me in there, got into a couple fights but it was straight. Kept my head up and did my time, was tryna stay out the way and get back home to you" He tells me.
"Did you cheat? Anybody else catch your eye?" I ask.
"Hell nah. Jay, you my everything boy, I would never, you been down since I ain't have shit, we made money together, built this shit together and you stuck by every time I went in the 'pen" He says.

I forced a smile, I'm doing Shawn so fucked up, he don't deserve this but I really like Trinn.

"Wanna order something to eat?" I ask DeShawn.

"Hell yeah!! I been eating bullshit for 2 years nigga" He yells.

I laugh. "What you want lil' ugly?" I ask, showing him my phone on the DoorDash screen.

"Let's get Chick-Fil-A, you know that's our shit!" He says, looking at me smiling.

While I'm scrolling to the restaurant, a message pops up on my phone.

Trinn ❤️
     you still sliding tonite? starting to miss you 🙄

DeShawn obviously sees the message I'm seeing because he looks up at me with a confused face and says, "Who the fuck is Trinn?"

I freeze up, and come up with the best I can.

"That's one of the girls, Trinnaya, we haven't linked up in two days. You know Rollercade got shot up? Shot the nigga cause he ain't wanna fight" I told him.

"Jalen, don't try to change the fucking subject, I'm not playing with you, who the fuck is Trinn? I ain't never meet no damn Trinnaya" He says, getting louder.

I could tell he was getting real angry. "It's my friend, deadass, I'm not lying. I could show you her right now." I say, pulling up a picture of one of my real friends, Jaybies.

"See!! We were together two days ago." I say, showing him the top of my screen indicating the picture was taken two days ago. Thank God she sent me these two days ago. I let out a deep breath.

"Yeah aight, better not be lying. Her ass fat though" He says laughing and running away.

"YOU BETTA STOP PLAYING WITH ME SHAWN FORREAL" I yell to the next room.

I text Trinn back like, "Yeah, I'll be there later, got some shit going on right now"

He asks if I'm okay and if he needs to come get me.

I simply say no and tell him I'll talk to him later, what the fuck am I gonna do? Trinn can't find out about Shawn and Shawn can't find out who Trinn really is.
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Trinn POV :

"I wonder what the hell wrong with Jalen" I say out loud. "Nigga don't seem right".

As I'm worrying about Jalen, someone calls my phone. The Caller ID says: Detroit Medical Center. I answer and say "Hello?"

The lady on the other end of the phone says, "Good evening, is this Trinntez Anderson?"

"Yeah this him, who this ?" I ask her.

"Well hi, this is Dr. Sanchez at Detroit Medical Center, we're holding a family member of yours, Tymeir Beckett, we have you, his brother, as an emergency contact. All good news of course, he has woken up from his coma and is allowed to have visitors, you can come in whenever you'd like." She says, following with the line hanging up.

"I ain't even get to say shit, how the hell she gone hang up" I mumble to myself. I jump in the car, turn on Tee Grizzley and make my way to the hospital to see my bro, that nigga finally awake! "Kill you with this chopstick or kill you with this nine bitch. Granny used to try to have me on some 'Get a job' shit, I ain't getting no job, bitch that's nonsense, I'm robbing" I yell, speeding down the street. Me and Ty could go all day bumping Tee. I enter the hospital and go to the front desk. "I'm here to see Tymeir Beckett"
"Are you a family member?" The lady asks.
"Nah..."
She looks at me and then looks back down at her paperwork.
"Well yeah, that's what they got me down as, his brother, he just got up from a coma, let me have the room number." I tell her, raising my voice a little.
She looks back up and types on her computer. "Can you verify the patient's last name once more?"
"Beckett, TWO TEES" I tell her.
"Tie- Me- Ear?" She asks, not sure how to say it.
"Tymeir bruh, you say the shit all together. What room is he in?" I tell her.
"Okay, he seems to be on the fourth floor in Room 423. Take the nearest elevator, just go straight and take the first right you see." She says.
"Thanks." I say quickly and walk away.
I make it to the elevator and get in, press the button that say four and let it close, couple people looking at me weird and shit. Gotta keep my cool. I'll fuck this hospital up. I make it to his room and open the door, that nigga Ty man, I go by his bed and say his name, he opens his eyes and looks confused for a while. It's like he tryna remember who I am. He tries to talk but the voice is raspy, I reach to get his water and he jumps, I let him know it's okay, he can calm down, and I help him sit up and drink.
He says, "Who are you?"
That shit fucked me up, how he don't know me? "I'm ya best friend bro, been ya dawg since 5, you been there through all my shit Ty. When my brother died, when my dad got locked, when sis got on drugs heavy, when niggas tried to line me. You the only motherfucker who stuck with me through it all. I hope I been the same person to you that you been to me. No matter what the hell we fight bout, if we ever fall out, call and I'm there instantly. Love you boy"
I start tearing up and shit, my fucking dawg man. He still looks at me confused though, I can tell he tryna change his facial expression so I don't feel a way but it's whatever...

(Here y'all go 🙃 I be forgetting all about this shit my baddd 😳)