"Mom I'm bout to go in the house you know I don't be on the phone." I said gathering my stuff preparing to go in my 2-story home.
"I know your father got you paranoid like that baby nobody is going to get you." She said sighing. My mom was right my dad does have me paranoid like this he use to be a hit man he's retired now it's just that people was mad at his job so he thought they was coming after the family.
He taught me everything I know to protect myself so I wasn't going to be easy to kill.
"I love you ma I'll call you later."
We said our goodbyes and I got out the car and headed to the door. I was tired as hell I did a 15 hour shift today at the hospital I'm passed exhausted I just wanted to take a warm bath and lay down tomorrow is my off day I don't have to return to work until Sunday I was excited I was going to sleep in tomorrow and Friday I'm going to have a girls day with my mom and bestfriend Kenya. I'm a RN at the Biggest Hospital in the Chi.
I opened the door and dropped some my stuff in the livingroom and started to head up stairs until I saw something that caught my eye.
My back door..
It was ajar I know I lock my house up a certain way I walked over to my livingroom drawer I got my gun out and slow walked to the back door I then saw a blood trail that's weird because I live alone.
I followed the trail and it was leading to my bathroom downstairs I cocked my gun and opened the door slowly and cut on the light then that's where I saw bloody man in my tub. He was breathing hard he still managed to talk.
"Please don't shoot I'll leave." He said trying to get up.
I walked out the bathroom and walked to my basement to get the first aid he needed. I had certain first aid kits come on I'm nurse I know what do to with everything.
I grabbed the first aid kit I call it the Shooter Kit. I ran up stairs to assist this random man it's just the nurse in me. When I made it to the bathroom he had managed to get up a little I nodded he's one of those patients.
I sedated him while I put pressure on his wound looks like he got shot in his side when he was unconscious I cut his shirt off and began to work on him whoever shot at him tried to kill him, I shook my head.
2 hours later
I was done stitching him up I was now giving him a bird bath since he was a bloody im just gone put him in the downstairs guess room. He isn't too big I can definitely carry him. I looked at the time and it was 1a.m.
As I cleaned him up I realized he was fine as hell I was just staring at him I don't pay men no mind I'm too damn paranoid and I don't play games at all I'll beat a Nigga up. I snapped out of my thoughts I dried him and clothed him. I did a couple stretches before I lifted him up he wasn't heavy but he was heavy.
I laid him on the bed and put a blanket on him. I looked at him once more and walked out the room. I went to take a bath and I went in my stash and smoked me a joint. I know I'm not suppose to be smoking but I got it prescribed to me I need it even though I had to stop during nursing school.
My phone ringed
Damon: Want some company tonight 🙂
I replied back
Me: not tonight I'm tired but tomorrow definitely
He didn't respond back I didn't care too much he wasn't nothing but something to fuck on.
I laid back down and got comfortable I turned on one of those Tyler Perry shows and before I knew it I was out.
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