𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸

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James POV ~
1 hour later....

I was in my car listening to some Bryson Tiller, smoking a blunt and scrolling through my phone. I was riding around Atlanta looking around, and damn it's very black dominated. But it was a vibe.

As I scrolled through Instagram, I get a phone call from Dante. I was hesitant at first but then I eventually picked up outta curiosity.

"JAMES! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL! AALIYAH IS DEAD AND SOMETHING HAPPENED TO NADINE." Dante exclaimed.

"NIGGA WHAT- SEND ME YOUR LOCATION IM COMING RN." I shout back in complete shock.

"AIGHT HURRY UP!" Dante replied hanging up.

I throw my phone in the cup holder as I typed in the location. It was about 15 minutes from where I was.

I drove as fast as I could, dodging cars and skipping traffic lights. I couldn't let anything happen to Nadiné.

So many things were going through my head. I couldn't focus. I should have never left her. It's all my fault.

I practically sped into the emergency section of the hospital. I rush out of the car and sprint into the entrance.

"I NEED TO SEE NADINÉ. NADINÉ CARTER." I shout at the receptionist as I looked around.

"Uh sir- you need to calm down. Just take a seat and I will be with you in a minute." She replied trying to escort me to the waiting area.

"FUCK THAT SHIT MAN." I replied furiously.

I rush down the corridor. I take the stairs, going on every floor, searching for Dante. I reach the 3rd floor and notice Dante, Ms Loretta and Nadiné's parents waiting outside the hospital room.

I run down the hallway. They all notice me and had sad looks on their faces.

"Where is she? Is she okay?" I ask concerned.

"She's in intensive care and there is high chance the baby didn't make it. But she is stable." Tanisha, her mother sobbed.

"I'm sorry bro." Dante said looking up at me.

I sat on the chair and stared into space as tears ran down my face

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I sat on the chair and stared into space as tears ran down my face. I fucked up. The woman that I loved with everything I had is on the brink of dying. And so is my soon to be child.

If I had just stayed. I forgave her ages ago. I was just being petty and now look at this shit.

It didn't make any sense. None of it.

I sat on the chair as I buried my head in my hands. Rashaad and Dante went home to comfort Ms Loretta. She lost her only daughter. No mother should have to go through so much. I only met Aaliyah a few days and she had one of the best personalities I have ever come across. She brought good energy. Damn I'm gonna miss that.

None of this shit added up. I needed to find out what tf happened. But imma save that for later. As of today, I'm being here for Nadiné and my child. Cause I know she needs me more then ever and so do I. I know she got this. She's one hell of a warrior...

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