Keshay other known as "Keisha" is one of the best lawyers in New York City. Her entire life she's lived a fast pace life, fighting to be the best and never allowing herself to be put 2nd.
What happens when she meets Senator Jaziel Mithen, a black hi...
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The pain I'd felt what I'd gotten the call about the assault felt excruciating.
Like my heart had been snatched out of my chest. The intense panicking, the pacing in one place looking for my keys just to remember I have a driver, wanting to rush out the door but knowing a sane husband would give his wife an explanation for why he's looking like his entire world has crashed down around him. I had to practically put on a poker face, and leave in not too much of a hurry so it wouldn't be suspicious. On the inside going crazy wanting to scream out "DRIVE FASTER" but knowing I couldn't.
I wasn't given hardly any information. Just that the men I'd sent to check on her discovered her in the kitchen of a two bedroom home, lying in her own blood, unconscious. I asked practically begged for more information on how she looked by Eliza couldn't even bring himself to describe what he'd seen. That's when I knew it would be bad.
I run down the hospital aisle following the instructions I was given. My security team on my heels steadily. "Sir slow down her attacker could be here." Eliza reminds me but even those words don't stop me.
As I near the room reading 128B my chest aches and my jaw clenches in worry. I can hear a conversation being had and I listen rather than interrupt. I can't even see her figure on the bed because three different officers and one detective surround her blocking the way. "And what did you say his name was again?" One of the men question.
"I...I told you I don't...I-I don't know he said his name was Dolion but he lied." Her voice sounds is muffled. As if her jaw is preventing her from saying whatever she has to say. She stats to get frustrated the more questions they throw her way and it only makes her speech worse. "I told you I don't know where he could be." Just hearing her struggle to speak weighs down heavy on my heart.
I step forward making my presence known. "She'll give you a proper statement when things aren't as fresh." Was all I said.
"And just who are you-" the detective stops himself his eyes widening as he sees me. "Senator," he stands up straight. "Senator Mithen I apologize I did not know it was you." The other men beside him wear the same expressions and he turns to his peers giving them orders. "Let's leave Ms. Lewis she's been through a great deal of trauma. We'll set up a meeting down at the station when she's feeling up to it." Him along with the rest of the men brush by leaving out and closing the door behind him.
I allow my eyes to fall on her small frame that sits up against the pillows. She holds her side a pained expression on her oh so swollen face. As I see the bruises, the horrible bruises someone left it brings tears to my eyes. I run a hand down on my face as they fall at a quick pace. She could hardly open both her eyes wide, each one swollen and purple, her cheek so large and swollen it looks as if she has a plum inside of it, her neck having bruises that indicate someone chocked her, and her leg wrapped up in a cast. I can't stop myself from letting out a sob. I drop to my feet near her bedside. My head falling into her lap and she winces at that. That only causes me to cry harder.
