if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 82

Capri Martin, 8:00pm
I stared blankly at the white tile floor of the hospital with my phone in my hand. Couldn't stop shaking and thinking about what'd just happened. Everything was so sudden and went by so quickly. It was hard to grasp onto reality right now.

One minute I was talking to Zillah, next minute my mom was in the hospital because of an apparent overdose. She took to many Xanax's and went into cardiac arrest. This shit was scary and the doctors had not updated me on her condition since I got here 3 whole hours ago.

"Pri!" I heard someone call out.

Looking up, Cole had been running towards me with my dad. They both had the same worried look on their face and it made the situation much more intense.

Felt like I was in one of those movies. The dramatic ones where everyone's world just came crashing down and everything started to fall apart.

"I came as soon as I heard. What happen ta mommy? Is she good?" Cole panicked.

Despite me and my moms relationship, she still kept a pretty solid one with Cole. That was her first born and she put his all into him. He couldn't help but care about her more than anybody else.

"She overdosed on sleeping pills. I think she'd been taking them for months but we never really paid attention to it. All that time she spent in her room or office kind of adds up now. I don't know what's going on with her. And she doesn't even speak to anyone so it's hard to tell." I sighed, explaining the situation.

"Fuck man." Cole huffed, taking a seat next to me. "I'm prayin ta God she pull through."

"I hope she does too." My dad nodded. But the both of us knew we could BOTH care less.

I mean I cared but not to the extent Cole did. She was still my mom so I had an ounce of compassion for her. Other than that, I knew even if she did pull through, she would go back to being all mean to me. How she always was. So I tried not to feel too bad.

Taking a seat next to Cole, my dad took a deep breath and looked around the waiting room. "Any updates?"

"No. I'm still waiting. They haven't told me anything."

"Haven't told you anything?!" Cole exclaimed. "The fuck kinda hospital is this?!"

"I don't know...they haven't updated me on anything. I'm really nervous for what they might tell us."

"All we can do is pray." My dad huffed, looking up at the ceiling then back at the ground.

"Ion know how y'all ain't turnin shit up right now." Cole scoffed. "My muva might be dyin and none a y'all want to go check on ha status?"

"Cole I've tried multiple times. Trust me they're not gonna tell us anything new."

"Fuck all that shit. I'm findin a docta! Any fuckin docta." He spat, standing up and storming off.

My dad looked over at me with a sorry look on his face. You could tell he wanted to care so bad but he just couldn't muster up the strength. And now he had to go control his son and put some reassurance into him that everything would be okay.

Resting his hand on my shoulder, my dad stood up and followed Cole down the hallway. Now I was left alone and wondering what was going to happen next.

Suddenly, my phone started to ring. And I wasn't going to pick it up because I was not in the mood to talk to anyone or solve anymore problems that weren't mine. But to my surprise, it'd been Q so I had to pick up after not hearing from him all day.

"Wussup juice pouch?" He smiled. He'd been laying in bed, shirt off with his chin rested on his arm. Then he furrowed his brows, taking a closer look at my surroundings. "Way you at?"