OMNISCIENT POV
THE NEXT DAY
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Waking up to her phone ringing, Janet sighed and placed her hand over her forehead as she attempted to lean up but a heavy weight prohibited her from moving. Toni had her locked down, with her arms wrapped around her while she slept through the loud noise. She was a dead sleeper, snoring loudly on the woman's chest. Janet rested her head back on the pillow, reaching her hand up on the night stand to retrieve her phone.
She rubbed the slumber out of her eyes before focusing them on the screen. She read the Caller ID which caused her to double back before answering. "Um. Hello?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Patrice yells on the other side of the line, crying hysterically. The other woman winced at the unexpected volume, removing the phone from her ear.
After a few seconds, she eased herself up against the headboard and put the phone up to her ear. "Say what now?"
"What did you do to him?! I know you did this!"
"Calm down with the yelling. It's too early for that, Patrice,"
"I don't care! Did you know Dwayne was found crashed into a tree, bleeding out of two different areas and severely beaten?! Are you aware that this man is on life support and may be in need of an emergency blood transfusion?! The hospital has been calling to reach you since yesterday, and you didn't even have the heart to pick up the phone!" Patrice continued shouting and Janet stayed silent, unknowingly drifting off back to sleep. "Hello?! Have you no sorrow for your own husband?!"
"I don't. You're there and you're all he cares about, so I'm sure he will be just fine.." She said.
"Wh-What?"
"You are too grown to act like you don't know what I'm talking about and I'm too done to explain. I'm tired of all the dishonesty going around. Both of you go to hell,"
"Janet you don't mean that. Your husband is lying here, dyin—
"I do mean it and he is not my husband. Since you wanted him so badly, draw some blood to see if you're really meant for him and delete my phone number. Out of your phone and his. You can have him and I hope you two live very horrible, short lives.." She says before she hung up, tossing her phone on the nightstand. She laid back to get comfortable while Toni began to shift and grunt.
"Who was that?" She asks, sleepily staring off into the darkness that surrounded them.
"One of his Mistresses.."
Toni popped her head up from the woman's chest, looking up at her. "Fuck she want?"
Janet shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes, putting one of her arms behind her head. She didn't care enough to talk about it. Toni squinted and put her head back down as the woman ran her fingers through her locs. She brought herself closer to the woman's side and stuck her face into her neck as they both fell back asleep.
Meanwhile at the hospital, Patrice walked back into Dwayne's room with her head low. She sat at his bedside, looking at all of the wires and tubes that the Doctor's had him hooked up to. He was in a very bad condition and had no one to blame but himself. He had bandages all over his body, his foot was levitated into the air along with a cast around it and his neck was surrounded with a brace for stability. He had a tube in his chest to drain his lungs from built up fluid and an oxygen mask to his nose. Seeing him in such a terribly horrific state, Patrice felt her tears sliding down her cheeks and wiped them.
Dwayne kept her on the phone the entire time he attempted driving himself to the hospital. He knew he wouldn't make it on his own. When she heard the sounds of a collision, she dropped everything and called an ambulance while she rushed to the hospital. Patrice was hurt badly and had no idea what actually went on to cause this. She suspected the other woman, because she 'knew' Janet was the last one with him.
