That's Life

18

Shey POV

I'm at the shop waiting for Danny right now. She hasn't been to the shop since last week when we went to the club.

I wasn't concerned cause if she misses days she always makes sure to come on a Wednesday. She claims it gives her time to get shit done that she missed before the week ends.

The only thing worrying me is the fact that we haven't spoken. No we don't talk everyday but it's never been this big of a gap and when I call her she doesn't pick up. About two days ago my calls started going straight to voicemail. I wanted to give her her time cause she always comes to me but imma go to her crib after I close shop.

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Jas surprisingly comes up to me. We haven't really talked, I don't know what she's going through but every time I see her it's a 'hi' and nothing else.

"Shey can I talk to you?"

"Yeah nigga wassup?" I smile at her but she's not looking at me, just her hand.

"Shey I need you to check on Danny just so I can be satisfied. I fucked up and I mean bad. I hurt her Shey." She starts to ramble but I'm confused.

"What do you mean Jas? How did you fuck up my guy?"

She looks up at me "I cheated on her that night at the club Shey." She sighs.

I laugh "get the fuck outta here nigga. She got a whole girl I told you that day too!"

"I AM HER GIRL SHEY! That's what we were talking about when you went to the back, we've been together Shey and I fucked up. I been going to her house everyday and she won't let me in I call her phone and go straight to voicemail, I send a fucking text and no answer. I sat outside her house yesterday waiting to see her and it was my fucking day off. She hasn't left Shey and all I can think is she's killing herself in that house because of me. I just need you to check on her make sure she's alive. Please?" Jas pleads to me as I try taking in everything she's said.

How the fuck did I miss this? Why didn't I check on her sooner? This is my best friend. My family.

"You-you did that Shit in my face...nigga you did that Shit in her face. What the fuck is wrong with you!" I slowly walk up to her.

"She was telling me how she was practically in love with you that same day and you do that to her?" I could feel my anger rise as I speak.

"Your the first female she's taken serious in a long time!! You know how long it took me to get her to consider dating a stud!? And this is what you do?" I stop and close my eyes to breathe.

"...Jas you should've come to me a long time ago for this Shit. Get in my car and if she's dead your next" I spoke to her with no joking bone in my body.

I locked up the shop early and got in the car with a crying Jas. I honestly don't care. She should hurt for how she did Danny. Danny is fragile and that's why she don't take none of these bitches serious. Jas could've kept moving if this is how she built.

I get out of my car before it even stopped. Fuck the keys fuck the car I just need her to be okay.

"Get out the damn car Jasmine."

I walk to the door and knock.

No answer.

I pull the spare key out my pocket and realize my hands shaking when I try putting it in the slot. She's okay. She just fine.

When I walk in I hear Jas behind me as we groan to the smell of alcohol.

We walk through the living room stepping over bottles and puddles of liquor.

"Daniella" my voice cracks when I call out for her.

We look in the kitchen and glass is broken and I see drops of blood in the scattered pile of glass.

I start moving with speed at the sight of blood.

I follow the blood to the couch and up the stairs then it stops.

There are bottles everywhere. Fuck Daniella.

I walk into her room and see her bathroom door cracked open.

My heart starts pounding as everything feels like it's moving in slow motion.

I look back at Jas with a worried look.

Pushing the bathroom door open I find Danny passed out on the floor.

Blood in her hand. Blood on the floor. Blood on the toilet.

I notice dark bags on her eyes and her chapped lips.

I bend to her level on the floor. "Danny" I tap her face.

"Danny get up man please dawg." I tap her cheek harder.

"I love you dawg please." I feel tears swell in my eyes the longer this takes.

I hold her head in my hands.

"Please Daniella. Please." I whisper.

I feel the tears ready to fall then I hear her.

"Why" She croaks as her eyes open.

I laugh out of fear as the tears fall. Thank god.

"W-Why she do me like that Shey? Why does it hurt so much?" She tries sitting up so I help her. "No matter what I do it still hurts Shey. She didn't give a fuck about me-"

"I did and I do." Danny looks at the doorway where Jas is standing questioning if she's really there.

Her face softens then I feel her body heat up. "Get the fuck out with that. Get out!" She tries getting up but fails.

"Danny I'm sorry I-"

"I" Danny coughs trying to speak. "I Don't give a shit about your sorry. Stay the hell away from me Jasmine. You didn't give-" She starts coughing again and I notice the blood on her teeth.

"Hey hey relax Danny. Jasmine go get her water."

"Danny why didn't you call me? I would've been here." She just laughs leaning on the toilet.

"I'm good yo for real. I'm straight You just caught me lacking."

Jasmine came back with the water and seen me struggling to pick up Danny's dead weight.

"I can help" she says quietly resulting in Danny to laugh.

"You've done enough" This hurt Jas but she deserves it for doing this.

I back up allowing Jas closer to Danny. Danny tried fighting her off but had close to no strength.

I practically fed her the water once she got in bed.

"Jas the guest room is down the hall to the right. You can talk to her when she sober up and don't take this as a way to weasel your way in she just needs to heal." With that Jas walks out and I lay Danny's head on my chest.

I could barely sleep worrying her condition would get worse. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. "I love you Nigga" I really just want to cry. My nigga is hurting.