Stay Down

Chapter 9

Red-
At this point in a nigga life I feel like all I got is myself. I'm cold hearted as a motherfuck and I don't have nobody I can go to about my problems. I need an escape, if I could be dead right now it would probably be better than this life I'm living. I don't have shit to live for and if my death was tomorrow I wouldn't try to prevent it. I been thinking a lot lately and my shit just not together. My head ain't screwed on right and I just need to get away so maybe I can sleep at night and not be so paranoid. I decided to go out of town to Cali for the weekend to soak up some sun but I had to make a quick stop.

I pulled up in front of Chris's house and by the looks of it he wasn't alone. I went around back to make sure it was safe for my entrance. I noticed the same car he got in the other night and I knew now that the nigga was probably plotting against me. "Move and I'll blow your brains out", I heard a familiar voice say as I felt a cold piece of steel on the back of my head. As I turned around to see who it was it was Chris. "So nigga that's how it is now?", I asked him. "Yeah fuck nigga, you didn't think I was gone let you run me forever did you?", he asked. "Nigga you a b**", I spat back. "Shoot me punk ass nigga", I said as he started lowering the gun. "That's what I thought you too much of a b** for that", I said laughing walking off. Before I knew it I heard a loud bang and felt a sharp pain in my leg. "Ahhhhh", I screamed out for help until I blacked out.

Ava-
Since red rejected me he hasn't really been on my mind. I've been spending a lot of my time with my family since me and Taylor went our seperate ways and I even met somebody and I'm really starting to like him. His name is Mal and he is good friends with my cousin Chris. I was never really into bigger dudes but it was something about him that I liked. I was deep in my thoughts sitting on Chris's couch until they were interrupted by a loud bang coming from outside. I ran to the door preparing myself to expect the worse. I opened the door and saw a man on the ground with blood gushing from his leg. I ran over to his aid but remembering that I probably should call for help first I turned around. I dialed 911 and ran to the mans side. "Are you okay?", I asked scared not recognizing the mans face because it was buried in the grass. "I'm calling for help now sir", I said again.

The police and ambulance arrived but it seemed like forever. Every time someone on this side of town calls the police they figure they're black and they take their slow time to arrive. The emt's rushed over to the unknown mans side when they arrived and put him on a gurney. The man started to look familiar and a light bulb went off in my head that it was red. I don't know why but I felt I had an obligation to ride with him to the hospital and find out who did this to him. No matter what we've been through and how little our somewhat relationship was I still care about him. On the ride to the hospital the emt in the back stabilized red to where he was now conscious. His eyes opened and I was the first thing he noticed. His big pretty hazel eyes grew big and he had a faint smile on his face. It warmed my heart. We arrived to the hospital in no time. The doctors and nurses greeted us at the entrance and rushed red into surgery leaving me in the waiting room alone.

They gave me all Red's belongings. I decided to go through his phone and call his mother. She answered on the first ring. "What?", she said with an attitude. "Ms.Johnson?", I asked. "Who is this?", she asked nonchalantly. "This is Ava, your son is in the hospital, he was shot", I spoke calmly trying to reframe from confronting her about her attitude. "Why was I called? He is a grown ass man", she said. I didn't respond I just hung up. How could people be so nasty like that, that is her only son. If anything she should be concerned that her only child is in the hospital let alone shot. I was so into my thoughts that I dosed off. "Ma'am! Ma'am!", I heard someone saying as I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. "I'm sorry!", I said as I was waking up. "It's okay, Raheem is out of surgery. Follow me.", the doctor said. I never knew Red's real name before the doctor said it. I actually like his name. I followed him as he led the way to hospital Red's room.