Lushas POV.
I parked in Reverie's drive way to pick up my son.
Something isn't right.
Something is wrong..
Maybe it's just my nerves.
Trey hasn't talked to me in over 7 hours and I missed him so badly.
I wanted to talk.
Talk about what happened.
I picked up my phone from the dashboard to see who was calling.
Please be Trey..
Please be Trey.
*Trevor.*
Ugh, why God?
I answered.
"If you fucking call My phone again I will gut you like a fish Trevor."
"Lee, please. I'm sorry okay? I didn't know you had a boyfriend."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well if you had let me talk without cutting me off constantly we wouldn't be in this place. And he isn't my boyfriend."
He sighed." Then who is he?"
"My husband."
I cut off the phone and put it in my purse.
Relax Lusha, relax.
Think about your child..
I can't afford to stress, my baby will be at risk.
"I just want him to call me..." I said softly to myself as I got out of the car and walked to Reverie's door.
Before I could knock it opened and my mouth dropped open.
"Going out?" I said with a smirk and a wink at her.
She laughed and moved aside so I could come in.
"I am actually."
"Is it who I think it is?"
She nodded and I squealed.
"Finally but remember, safe sex is great sex."
She rolled her eyes.
"MOMMY MOMMY!"
Junior came running up to me and hugged my leg.
"Hey baby, did you have fun with auntie Ree?"
He nodded quickly and ran back to the living room.
I heard Sponge bob's theme song so he must be watching TV.
"Thanks for watching him for me Ree."
"Anytime hun, but we gotta talk."
Her expression was serious.
"About?"
I asked quickly.
Did she already know what happened?
"You know what Lusha."
I sighed and we walked into the kitchen.
Jesus please don't let her kill me.
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"Lusha, girllllll"
She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"I'm tryna get good with the Lord and murder will send me to hell. Are you stupid?"
Her tone made me flinch and I felt like crying.
Damn these hormones.
"Ree, I didn't mean for it to happen I just-"
"I know you didn't, but Trey doesn't and we both know he has a horrible ass temper. Look, if he doesn't call you. I'll try to talk to him okay?"
I nodded. Reverie always had The best way of persuasion when it came to tough situations and if anyone else couldn't make Trey talk to me, I knew she would.
Her phone rang.
"Ree here. Hey Walley, are you c-.. WHAT?... She's here with me but.. Okay okay, we're on our way."
She hung up the phone, her arm trembled, and her lip quivered.
Something is wrong..
"Ree, what's wrong?"
She didn't answer for a second.
"Ree!"
"Trey was in an accident."
......
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This is all my fault..
This is all my fault.
I caused this..
I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting, praying for him to be okay.
Everyone was here, even Jerry but he kept his distance.
I didn't give a fuck about him right now, I just wanted my husband safe.
"Please Jesus please.."
"Lush, it's going to be okay."
"STOP SAYING ITS GOING TO BE OKAY. WE'RE IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL MIKAH, WHAT ABOUT THIS IS OKAY?"
She went silent and Jason came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders.
"I-Im sorry Mikkey..."
Reverie put her hand on my shoulder to calm me down but I couldn't.
Trey, I'm so so sorry.
The tears fell and I didn't bother to hold them back.
What have I done..?
Unknown POV.
I walked up to a receptionist at one of the front desks.
"Hello, I'm here to see Treyvon Leroi."
She looked up at me then typed away on her computer.
"He's currently in surgery but you can go to the waiting room on the 2nd floor to wait."
I nodded and said thank you before walking away.
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I hummed a song cheerfully, walking down the long hallway, smiling at passing doctors and nurses.
Today was a good ass day.
I stopped when I felt something pull on my pant leg.
"Hi wady can you show me where the sowda makinne ish?"
I stooped down to the little person's level.
"Hi honey, what's your name?"
He looked down shyly.
"Twey."
I smiled and extended my hand to him.
"Come on, I'll show you."
He smiled and took my hand as I led him out of the hospital.
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Treyvon in the MM
