At My Best (BWBM)

Chapter 10

Keone's POV

"I can do it my fucking self! I don't need you babying me!" I yelled at my physical therapist.

She's been hovering around me, treating my like a fucking child, pissing me off.

"Mr. Williams I understand this is a difficult situation, but I'm only trying to help. The more I push you, the faster your recovery is." She said, folding her arms.

"Yeah whatever. Let's just get this over with, so I can go. I got shit to do."

I huffed, and started back walking on the treadmill.

About 10 months ago, I got shot up by a bunch of niggas I been beefing with for years.

I spent four months in a coma, and a week after I was released from the hospital, I had to start physical therapy, to learn how to walk again.

It's been a long process, because when I woke up, there was nobody at my bed side, to help me.

My old friends had dropped me over a year ago, because they started questioning my loyalty, and since I didn't have anyone to have my back, I've been looking over shoulder.

But that's alright. I don't need them. I ain't never needed them.

"Alright Mr. Williams, you're done for the day. We'll meet back here at 2 o'clock on Thursday." She said, before walking out.

Grabbing my cane, I sat in the waiting room, waiting for the Uber I ordered. When it got there, I just headed straight to the house.

When I walked in, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and just plopped down on the couch, letting the quietness surround me.

It's been quiet like this, for about three years now, since she left.

My eyes locked on the picture frame that was set up on the coffee table.

A picture that's been haunting me.

Grabbing it, I just looked at the photo of us together.

It was the first year of our relationship. I took her to the carnival, and won her this big ass Teddy bear.

I remember she had the biggest brightest smile on her face, when I handed it to her.

She looked so perfect in that moment, I had snatched her pretty ass up, and kissed her soft lips.

Our moment was interrupted by this photographer taking a picture of us, and since it turned out so good, I paid him to take a couple more, and have them sent to us.

When she left, this was the only thing she didn't take with her, along with the jewelry I bought her.

She took her shoes, clothes, even the perfume I loved.

It took me so long to finally come to terms with how bad I truly fucked up, but when I realized it, I was too late.

I couldn't contact her even if I tried, and she hasn't talked to anybody down here, as far as I know. She just disappeared, and moved on.

I wonder if she's happy.

If she found somebody else.

If she still thinks about me.

Or even if she still loves me.

Probably not. Especially, after the shit I put her through.

Lord knows if she did half the things I did to her, I would have been called it quits. But, I got comfortable in the thought that she wouldn't go anywhere, and used it to my advantage.

I pushed her to her breaking point, giving things to another, that I was only supposed to give to her.

She always held me down, and stood by me.

She gave me purpose, and all I gave her was hell.

She accepted me, and didn't treat me like I was beneath her, when in all actuality, I was.

She was better than me, in every way, and I guess I couldn't handle it.

I started fucking with someone who didn't have shit going for herself, just like me. Someone that was easy, and all you had to do was flash a little money, and she was all yours.

But she, wasn't like that.

She had a career.

She had goals.

She knew what she wanted.

She was right, when she said, I didn't deserve her. Although it was true, I couldn't accept it back then.

Everything she said was true.

I wasn't loyal to her, like she was loyal to me.

I didn't appreciate all the little things she did, like waiting up for me all night, when she was worried.

When she came home from a long work day, and cooked my favorite food.

Or when she nursed me back to health, whenever I was sick.

I missed that shit.

I miss the way she'd kissed me, like she'd never see me again.

They way she'd called out my name, when I made love to her.

The way she'd put me in my place, when I was wrong.

I miss her.

"I miss you, Sekai."

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~So we finally got a chance to see how Keone was doing after all this time.

~What do y'all think about his moment of reflection?

~Do you think he may have developed over three years? Or do you think he's the same?

~I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. This book will soon be coming to an end.

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