Soulmates.

XXIII

"I NEED TO SEE HER RN!" I screamed at the receptionist as tensions grew. Me, Trayvon, Red and Nora stood in the hospital. Natasha and Daniel were on the way.

"Ma'am I understand your frustration but until the doctor treating your grandma calls you up, you have to sit in the waiting area." The receptionist replied as politely as she could.

Just before I could say anything else, a doctor appears outta nowhere.

"Is there a Miss Liyah Rochelle Williams?" The doctor spoke, reading from his clipboard.

"Yes that's me." I replied worried.

The doctor facial expressions were unreadable. I couldn't tell if he looked sad or not.

"Uhm ma'am. I don't know how to break this to you.." He stuttered unable to look me in the eye.

"Please. Don't say it." I whispered as a tear falls down my cheek.

"We tried our best to save her. She was already dead before we could get to her." The doctor explained making my heart race.

Everything became a blur. I couldn't hear or see. The doctors words echoed in my brain.

I didn't even notice the amount of tears that fell down my face. They were uncontrollable.

Trayvon stood there speechless. I could tell he didn't know what to do.

"Can I see her?" I asked wiping the tears from both cheeks.

"Uh yes she is just down the hall way." He responded pointing towards the hallway on the left.

I walked all the way down the hall. With every step, it was almost as if my heart was increasing every time.

I reached the room, Trayvon close behind me.

I slowly enter and there she lay. My grandma, the woman that took me in when no one else did. I wasn't prepared to loose her. She was the only family I had. 

I dropped to my knees, grabbing her hand, crying my eyes out. The machine that kept track of her heart rate was turned off by the nurse that stood next to her. It hurt.

"I'm so sorry Miss Williams. We tried the best we could. I will give y'all your space." She said before leaving the room.

Trayvon bends down to help me up and pulls me into a long hug. He held onto me so tight, never letting go. I felt myself a lot calmer in his arms.

"She's in a better place now." He whispered to me, trying to comfort me.

I nodded, embracing his presence.

"Wait." He whispered, letting go of me.
Trayvon was looking over at the nightstand.
There was fresh flowers and a note. We were both so confused who sent my grandma these flowers. Specifically roses.

"Who they from?" I asked as he walked towards it, picking up the note and reading it.

I watched Trayvon's face drop. His veins became more visible and clenched onto his jaw, almost as if he was angry.

"Trayvon? What is it?" I asked confused.

He passed me the note unable to look me in the eye.
The note read:
'So sorry for your loss, amour."
From B.'

My blood began to boil as I clenched my fist. This bitch killed my grandma and think she gon get away with it? I ain't never been so mad in so long.

I needed to get back at her and her stupid ass boyfriend.

"Imma kill them all." Trayvon spat as he stormed out.

"Trayvon wait!" I shouted, running after him.

"Im coming with you." I said once he stopped.

"Nah i don't want you getting hurt. I just lost Ms Loretta, you think imma loose you too? You must be outta your goddamn mind." He responded.

"Yea i get that but that was my grandma. That woman practically raised me. You think imma let that bitch bring me down. She gon pay. Even if it kills me." I spoke, looking Trayvon dead in the eye.

Trayvon looked at me. He could tell how angry I was.

"Aight, say less. We gotta go. We got shit to do." He said before grabbing my hand.

We found everyone else in the waiting room. They weren't allowed to come with us. We explained to them what happened and warned them that shit is about go down.

"I gotta plan, but imma need all the help i can get." Trayvon explained to them all.

"You already know I'm in." Red spoke dapping him up.

"Anything for my sis." Nora spoke, rubbing my shoulder.

"My father got some friends in Mexico that can help. Artillery, more men, anything." Daniel added.

"Yea we deffo gon need that." Trayvon replied, dapping up Daniel as well.

"I can help too." Natasha said as she comforted me.

"Aight cool. Meet me at the trap house tomorrow night. 11:30pm. Don't be late." Trayvon told everyone.

They all nodded.

"Imma take her home. We gotta grieve in peace." Trayvon said holding my hand once again as we left the hospital.

I was still processing everything. My grandma was gone. And now we about to plot something that nobody is ready for. My mind was racing.

I tried to forget about it, leaning my head on the window. Trayvon held onto my hand as he drove, never letting go. My grandma was all I could think about it. She really is gone.