It's Complicated

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Kyra's POV
Sunday, February 17
10:57 a.m.

"Kajay?" I call out, closing my eyes to adjust to the bright light in the room.

I groan lowly, as the pain pierces through my side as I try to sit up.

The pain hasn't lessen at all and it's even worse at night.

I hope I never get shot again.

"A me Ky." I hear him respond, then not long after I feel him gently hold my hand and the bed dips.

I open my eyes fully, meeting his worried stare.

His face held a frown and there was visible bags underneath his eyes.

"Yuh look like shit." I say jokingly, laughing at his appearance.

"Mi know mi look like shit." he mumbles.

I'm glad you're aware.

"How do you feel though?"

I sigh.

"Some pain here and there but otherwise I'm doing fine."

I look down at our intertwined hands.

I missed him.

I missed this.

"Mommy told me you shot Jayden, is that true?"

If he really did shot him then he's definitely a keeper.

I should ask him if he'd take a bullet for me.

Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't.

He hisses as if triggered that I brung him up.

"Kill mi shoulda kill di pussy, him lucky him get weh inno"

Oh damn.

He did shoot him.

"Where is he now?"

Not that I care, I just want to know.

What if he tries to kill me again?

"Di police weh did a interrogate me-"

My brows furrow.

Police? Interrogate?

"Why dem question yuh?" I ask, confused as to why they'd do that.

That makes no sense.

"Because them seh if him dead, because mi shot him them coulda lock mi up." he reveals.

My mouth parts slightly.

Oh.

That's insane and it makes absolutely no sense.