28 | Chapter Twenty-Eight
June, 2015 | Harlem, New York
After spending another day in the hospital, Joey was finally cleared to go home. It was almost celebratory. It was only his Mom and I there, but it was good enough for him. Which was really all that mattered. I assured Mrs. Virginia that I was okay to drive him back to the apartment. She obliged, but only after Joey promised to call her as soon as he arrived. When she left us at the door of Reid's car (or whoever this car belonged to) Joey and I just looked at each other. I rolled my eyes, smiling as I opened the door.
"You need help crippled guy?" I questioned.
Joey rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. His cast had been removed, and instead, his shoulder was being held together by some kind of brace. Joey didn't mind to let us know how uncomfortable it was to keep his hand at a certain position every single day for the rest of his life. Or until the doctor cleared him okay to take it off. He managed to open the door by himself, but buckling himself up was the ultimate challenge. Ultimately, I had to lean over and help him get the seat belt.
"You good?" Joey questioned. I couldn't help but laugh as I started the car. "You're asking me that like I'm the one who got shot, and has a brace on their shoulder." I stated. Joey shrugged. "You've probably been through worst." He insisted. I shook my head. "Whatever Joey, are you okay?" I questioned. He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I got you back. And now, things are going to be okay." He stated. He glanced at me, waiting for me to agree with his statement.
I had to think for a second.
Nyson, a long with Raven (who surprisingly had nothing to do with the idea of shooting Joey or Cassidy) and Tyson, along with whoever was affilated with Nyson's little drug ring meets hostage situation were going to trialed. We didn't know the sentencing just yet, but according to Mrs. Virginia and my Mom, who went ahead and did their research so that their children could get justice, let us know that Nyson and Raven could get up 15 years in prision, and that was just for holding Reid and I hostage.
I was happy with the prediction except for the fact that Tyson was part of it, a long with Jasmine, who I realized while stuck in that cell with Reid, was part of the few people who were actually good.
According to my lawyer, Reid, Joey, and I, will have time to get up and share our testimony, and that could either hurt or help the case. But based on the way things were looking, it seemed like all we could really do was help our side of the case.
So, yes things were going to be okay.
"Yeah, things are going to be okay, Joey." I stated. Joey took his good hand, and placed it ontop of my thigh. Just like he use to. I was happy. I was seriously happy, and it felt foreign for me to be this happy. But it was a good foreign, a foreign that I could grow into.
"Yeah, everything is going to fine, okay?" I stated. I turned my head, smiling at him.
"You know for sure things are going to fine when you with a fine nigga like me." Joey spoke with a wink in my direction. I scoffed. "Boy, you are too much." I responded laughing. He laughed a long too. "But do you think this will boost my rapping career? I mean, when 50 Cent got shot, his shit went wild." Joey stated. He continued to go on about how he go from underground rapper to 'Trapper' in like two minutes. I wanted to tell him it took 50 Cent a lot more than his gun shot wound to make him popping, but I let him think that this was going to get him somewhere good.
We finally got to the apartment, and I exited the car first only so I could be a good person and open the door for Joey.
"Thanks baby girl." He stated. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and attempted to push all his weight on me as we walked up the stairs. It didn't really work, because I was weak as shit and after three steps I told him I couldn't do it.
