Stuck In Love With A Thug

008.

Nia

I looked over myself in the mirror and was completely satisfied with how the makeup covered my injured eye. I had stayed up all night, contemplating whether I wanted to go to the hospital to see if Bean's sister was okay. He wasn't answering any of my calls or text messages. I didn't expect him to answer me, though. Who the hell was going to answer the phone for a bitch they barely knew at a time like this? So, I decided to take a trip to the hospital to see him face to face and see what was going on.

All that kept playing in my head were the images of that young girl lying on the ground, fighting for her life. I just wanted to know if she was okay. She had been weighing on my heart, and I wouldn't be able to sleep until I knew she was okay.

I finished my beat with a bit of lip gloss across my lips and grabbed my purse. I didn't know who the hell Damian thought he was to tell me I couldn't go outside. He really had lost his damn mind. I didn't think that nigga even had a heart after learning that he was the one who shot Bean's little sister. The sad part about it was he didn't have any remorse. He didn't care who he hit with those bullets in that parking lot.

That type of shit made me realize I was really with a delusional ass nigga. This nigga was dangerous as hell, and I just prayed that God would help me out of this situation or change his heart at least. I didn't want to raise a baby around this type of energy. I just couldn't.

I thought about it long and hard. I loved Damian, but I couldn't risk my life or my unborn child dealing with his abusive ways. So, before my baby grew any more, I decided to terminate my pregnancy. My ass was getting an abortion. It would be selfish of me to bring a baby into this world, knowing what the hell I go through with him. I didn't want my child to witness this. Right now, I was in no shape to have a child, so I would do what I had to do.

I knew Damian was on his way back home, so I decided to make an appointment at the clinic inside the hospital. My aunt was a doctor there, so I was able to squeeze in and be seen. That would be my excuse for leaving the house if I came back and Damian needed to know something. He knew that I visited the clinic every six months, and it was definitely time for a checkup.

I made sure to lock up the house before hopping in my car and pulling off. It would be a lie for me to say I wasn't nervous driving up to the hospital to see another guy. The whole time I had been with Damian, I'd never even given a nigga two minutes of my time, and there I was, going to check on this nigga and his sister like I knew those people.

The image of the pain on Bean's face while he held onto his sister stuck with me. To see a man cry so hard for the first time was heartbreaking. I had no business caring about what happened to these folks, but I made it my business to do so anyway. Plus, it was my fault they were in this situation. Once I confirmed his sister was okay, I would definitely delete Bean's number. All this shit happened because my nigga is crazy as hell, and ain't no telling what the hell he'd do if he saw me with him again. I couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt.

My phone started to vibrate, so I reached down in the cup holder to check the Caller ID. It was Crystal, and I was so happy to see my girl's number on that screen. Even though I knew she was about to curse my ass out from A to Z for going back home with Damian, I needed to talk to her.

"Girl, I'm so glad you called me. You wouldn't believe half the shit that happened in the past two days!" I immediately shouted into the phone.

"Bitch, what? I been calling your ass, and your phone been going to voicemail! What, you fucked that nigga you met at the club last night?" She chuckled.