BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND → DAVE EAST

|EIGHTEEN|

*DAVE'S POV*
I really can't believe this bullshit, man. Someone really shot me, outta all people! I don't even be in no bullshit! I was simply just trying to take my baby mama to a damn appointment for our kid!

It was about an hour left until visitation ended. Lauryn had gone home about twenty minutes ago after being here with me all day. She wanted to go grab something to eat, take a shower, grab her clothes for tomorrow, then she was coming back.

They're allowing one person to stay with me over night, so I wanted it to be Lauryn.

"Dave, are you okay?! I'm so sorry, I feel like this is my fault! You were leaving the appointment with me and —"

"Millie, you don't gotta sit here and apologize for it. You wasn't involved, were you?"

"Hell no, of course not!"

"Aight then. You straight."

I slowly laid my head back on the bed. Millie sighed as she looked at me.

"They're saying you're never gonna be able to walk again?"

"Pretty much. Whoever shot me hit all of my major arteries, so my walking days are forever gone."

"Who the fuck do you think could've did this to you and why?"

"Those are the two million dollar questions we're all trying to figure out right now."

"Mr. Brewster, I would like to have a word with you in private."

A detective came into the room. Millie then exited my hospital room, leaving me and the detective alone.

"First off, how are you feeling?"

"Not too bad, actually. It just sucks that I won't ever be able to walk again."

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. I personally came here though to tell you something that you were never expecting to hear."

"Which is..?"

"We've arrested the main suspect in your shooting. It turned out to be your best friend Shooter. We found all evidence in his home after we doing a house search."

What?! My own best friend?! What kind of fucked up shit is this?! How dare he?!

But wouldn't I have noticed if it was him..? Or maybe my memory is foggy, maybe I wasn't even focused on who it was.. maybe I was just trying to make sure my life wasn't about to end...

"W - what? Are you sure that's correct? Shooter and I have been cool since we were kids. That doesn't make sense."

"We did our search very thoroughly. We found all of the items at his home, we took him to the station, ran some finger prints on him. And they came back as all his. We looked in his phone history, and he's the one who made the call to your girlfriend, saying you're in the hospital. We believe that it was just a way for him to look less suspicious. Now, I know this is all a shock for you to hear, especially with you in this condition. But, it was in fact, Shooter. I'm very sorry that all of this is happening to you, Mr. Brewster. We'll keep you in the loop with your case. We hope you get enough rest, and feel better. Detective Paterson, by the way."

The detective patted my shoulder before leaving the room. At this point, I had to be the most angriest and confused I've ever been.

Why SHOOTER? Out of all people?! My best friend! Was he jealous of me for some reason and just hid his envy all this time?

"Hey, baby. I made it back quicker than I thought. Are you okay? Why was the detective saying?"

Lauryn questioned as she walked in with Millie following behind her.

"Damn, this shit is crazy. I had to get shot in order for my baby mama and girlfriend to make an understanding of each other?"

"... Yeah, just for your sake."

Millie shrugged, taking a seat on one of the chairs. Lauryn sat in the seat that was directly next to my hospital bed.

"So, what did they say?"

"You are really not gonna believe this shit, for real."

"What happened?"

"They said it was Shooter who shot me. They found everything up in his crib, ran finger prints, everything. All that shit was him."

"Shooter?! But that doesn't make sense! You guys are best friends! He's the one who called me and told me that you're in the hospital!" 

"Yeah, exactly what I said. Apparently, he only did that to make himself less of a suspicion. This is complete bullshit, I swear."

"I know, baby. And I'm so sorry that this is happening. I can't believe it. Out of all people, Shooter..."

"That's crazy. I always told you to watch out for what nigga, too. He always seemed kinda.. off. Bashar seems genuine, but him? Not all the way."

Millie spoke as she stood up from the chair.

"You leaving already?"

"Yeah, I'll let you two be alone. Plus, this environment is too stressful for me and the baby right now. I'll keep in contact, Dave."

With that being said, Millie walked out of the room, leaving me and Lauryn alone in the room.

Wow, this shit is really a fucking bitch..

After everything I did for this man, he went and did this shit on me?

Crazy....