Her Last

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Oɴᴇ

No, no, no. No. This isn't real. This ain't happening. Ain't no way.

I felt a pair of hands aggressively pull me back inside the house. They put me in his room- on his bed, and put the fan on me.

"You needa stay in here T. Please let us handle this," Ron said. It was the first thing I heard since the incident. Then I caught myself.

"NAH FUCK ALL THAT. LEMME SEE HIM. I NEEDA SEE HIM NOW!" I yelled at him through my tears. I tried to get out the room but he was holding me back.

"LERON, LET ME THE FUCK GO!"

I was kicking and screaming trying desperately to get free but he was too strong.

"Yo he losing a lot of blood." I heard Vic say from the living room.  I could have passed out right there. I let out an ungodly scream which made Ron embrace me. He cooed trying to calm me down.

I pleaded with Ron to let me see him. My soul knew it would be my last time. I wanted to touch him one last time. Speak to him. Hear him. My mind was racing. A million thoughts a minute. But at the forefront was him.

J came in the room. "He wanna see her." he said to Ron who was embracing me tightly.

He loosened his grip ever so slightly and walked me into the infirmary. I could have thrown up at the sight of it. Blood was everywhere. Tito and Rico were applying pressure to the bullet wounds. Janet was calling their people. No way we could get the police involved in this.

I lost it. I hated seeing him like that.

"My love..." he said softly. I could tell he was struggling.

"Baby you needa save your energy."

He struggles to let out a light laugh. "For what? I'm bouta die anyway."

"Stop talking like that baby." I semi-yelled.

"Damn ma you bossing me around on my death bed too?" he joked.

I started bawling. How could he be joking in a time like this? He was so comfortable with leaving.

"Don't cry baby love. I'm sorry." he struggled to put his hand up and wiped my tear.

"Please try to save your energy. I want you to pull through Kendrick." He looked at me and his eyes filled with tears. I embraced his face. I held him tight and never wanted to let go.

"They not fuckin pickin up!" Janet fumed.  I let out another deafening scream.

There was nothing we could do. If we went to the ER Ken will get all of his homeboys busted. Their whole empire would crumble. He was the second most powerful drug lord in the city, right under J. That's why they have their own people to take care of shit. A whole medical staff, dental care, shit even a chiropractor. Why the fuck their medics weren't picking up the phone is beyond me. Something didn't feel right.

I always feared something like this would happen. One of the boys getting shot up or something and nobody coming in time. That's why I hated this life. But if it wasn't for this, I would have never met Kendrick.