Fortune

Fortune ~ Chapt. 7

Fortune

Chapt. 7

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Michael Stevenson

"I miss you," she whispered over the phone.

"What's wrong?" She never talks in a whisper over the phone. Hell, she never talks in a whisper anywhere.

"Nothing. I just miss you, that's all."

"Sochitta, what's wrong baby?"

"Michael, nothing. I can't just tell you that I miss you?"

"No, not the way you doin' it right now. Something wrong and you ain't tellin' me."

"Nah, I'm fine."

        She was crying now. She really thought I couldn't hear the difference in her voice. "Do not hang up on me, aight?"

"Michael. Nothing is wrong with me, okay? I just wanted to talk to you. Why are you taking things out of proportion?"

"I ain't taking shit outta proportion. Something wrong witchu' and you ain't telling me what it is. I ain't finna let you get off this phone until you tell me what's up either." I just said that so I wouldn't have to hear her mouth about me not having to come over. I pulled my shoes on and hopped in my car. I'm going over there to see what's wrong with my baby.

        I knocked on the front door and Sochitta's mom opened it with small smile and let me in. "Hey Michael. How are you doing?"

"I'm good, you?"

"Could be better," she shrugged. "So's upstairs."

"Aight, thank you."

        I made my way up the stairs and walked in So's room. She was balled up in her bed and crying her eyes out. I got in the bed with her and just held her close. My shirt was getting wetter and wetter by the second.

"It's okay, baby," I began to smooth her hair out of her face. She just started shaking her head. "Tell me what's wrong. What happened?" She tried to tell me something, but her voice went out as she started crying again.

        For about an hour I just laid there with Sochitta in my arms. I looked down and she was blinking slowly. I lifted us up and made her look me in the eyes. Seeing her like this really breaks my heart. She looks so broken and fragile. This isn't the Sochitta from a couple weeks ago at the movie theater. The Sochitta in front of me right now is suffering and going through something within herself.

"What's wrong, So?"

"Michael," she croaked.

"What baby? Tell me what's wrong."

"She's dying," was all she said and my face automatically balled up.

"Who? Who's dying?"

"My grandmother, Michael. They had to rush her to the hospital yesterday. She had a stroke and was going in and out of mini seizures when we got there last night."

"Sochitta, you have to breath. Look at me," I grabbed her face and made her look at me. "Listen, you are gonna be fine. Your grandmama is gonna be fine. You have to stop crying for me. The stress ain't good for you."

"I can't Michael. I can't stop crying. That's my grandmother. You know how much I love that woman. She's slowly slipping away from me and I can't do anything about it."

"All you can do is give it up to God."

"Just hold me."

        I did as she requested and kissed her forehead. I texted the guys and Morgan to let them know what's going on with Sochitta. Chris was the first one to respond, asking if they should come over. I told them no. I just wanted her to calm down before any of the others came over to see her. I know she wouldn't want them to see her like this either.