Loving A Gangsta

Chapter 41 (Tuesday-September 22nd)

Korrine's POV

"Korrine!" someone yells, making my ears ring. "Girl, are you awake?"

"Jada, calm down. You can't be yelling at her," another voice says.

All the noises sound like they're being shouted right in my ears, and my headache is getting worse. I try to speak to tell all of them to shut up, but only a dry croak escapes. My throat is so dry and burning like hot liquid is sliding down it. Am I in that warehouse again? Did they kidnap me and lock me up somewhere else? Maybe my head and my stomach is hurting so bad because they've been hitting me and throwing me around again. How did I get myself back into this situation?

"She trying to move, y'all. Watch her lips and eyes!"

Aside from all the pain, fear starts to rise inside of me. This time I'm going to be dead. They're not going to let me get away as easily as they did the last time, and I know that they're even angrier now.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Korrine!"

"She's shaking. Go go get-"

Voices are mixing together and confusing me. Who did he say to get? I can't begin to imagine what whoever is coming is going to do to me. I try to lift my eyelids to get a look at my surroundings, but they're too heavy, and my body is going into a fit of jolts.

"Everybody get against the walls!" a new voice yells. "Korrine, can you hear me?"

A light shines on my eyelids as arms grab me and force me down. "Get off of me!" I manage to let out. I'm not going down without a fight. I swallow hard, giving my throat a little moisture before letting out a scream. "Help me! Somebody help me!"

"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?" a lady yells, her voice getting closer and closer.

"I need everyone to exit the room at this time." Another light shines over my eyes. "Korrine, calm down. No one is trying to hurt you." Pain strikes my head again and wetness is the only feeling I have on my cheeks. Am I bleeding now? "Take deep breaths. Can you open your eyes for me?"

I don't know why I listen to the voice, but I do. I inhale and exhale deeply, repeating the process a good amount of times before my shaking starts to stop. Getting enough energy, I attempt to open my eyes one more time and they slowly open. When the irritation of the room's light fades, I'm able to focus and relief fills my heart. The voice belongs to Dr. Mason. Putting my hands to my cheeks, I realize the wetness I felt is tears.

"Do you know who I am?" she asks.

I nod. "Dr. Mason."

"Good...good," she says, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it on my chest. "Can you tell me how old are you and when your birthday is?"

"I'm sixteen, and January 8th."

The door opens and in walks my momma. Her facial expression is passed the scared look I'm sure I have when I wake up from my recent nightmares or go into a panic attack. I didn't mean to scare her or anybody the way I just did, but I really didn't know where I was or what was going on, and my mind made me think the worst. "Are you alright, Michaela?" she asks, rushing to the opposite side of the bed that Dr. Mason is on and grabs my hand.

"Yeah, momma. I apologize for scaring you," I say, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it softly.

"I'm fine, baby." Her words say that, but her smile fading as she looks to Dr. Mason lets me know otherwise. "What's wrong? Why did she react like that?"

Dr. Mason sighs and wraps the stethoscope back around her neck. Her eyes land on mine and we share a quick look. That one look tells me that she knows everything. And how did I think I could even fool her? She's a doctor. She's been through this many times before. "I think what is best is for Korrine to tell us that."