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Night Gone Wrong.1

Chapter 8;

Fuck fuck fuck ! I was more than five minutes late for my own event. Tasha had already picked up the kids so they could go sit at the front row. I was finally here for the biggest fashion show in the history of time.

I got out of the limo to paparazzi snapping pictures at me as I walked down the red carpet. I was nervous as fuck right now ! I honestly don't like attention. I stopped and posed for a bit so they could snap more pictures. Maybe I was a pro at this shit.

After my little five minutes of attention I literally ran back stage to get ready.

So far my show was going well. The crowd was going wild ,I might have more fans than Beyonce. When I was about to do my finale , I heard gunshots. Oh shit not now. I searched the crowd praying Tasha and the kids were safe but I couldn't find them.

That's when I felt a stinging pain to my right shoulder , everything started to become a blur. It was cold and I felt so dizzy. I suddenly dropped on the stage.

This wasn't my night.

I was being rushed in an ambulance on my way to the hospital. The kids weren't here but Tasha was right beside me through this journey. My best friend , my Ride Or Die.

'SiSi honey you ok ?'

I was even too weak to answer so I just shook my head.

'When we find out who did this , all hell will break loose. You know what I mean girl ? I'll make sure of it. I even called Jamal to meet us at the hospital , he says he needs to tell you suttin.'

I nodded again , I seriously couldn't be bothered to answer right now.

'Do you have any enemies ? We'll talk about this later in fact.'

I thought about it , no major enemies or was my mother one ?

I was still in this hospital bed and of course I was still weak as fuck. Tasha had said how Jamal was gonna come tomorrow cause he had "business" to take care of.

Yeah right being the most notorious pimp and hustler was business. Tasha has stayed with me since I got here. She's too special. I told her I was fine and she should get out and do something. She said she would come back later. Damn bless her.

A few hours late paparazzi surrounded my hospital bed , snapping pictures and asking questions. Dang I didn't need this , my headache was bad as fuck. Luckily my doctor kicked them out of the hospital.

When will my life just be normal but right now all I can think about is who shot me ?