Part 67

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Dayvon POV

Los Angeles, California
October 22nd
Monday, 6:56 p.m.

I woke up and looked around first and sat up quickly when I saw I was in the hospital. But then I saw Sevyn and I felt safer.

"Calm down Dayvon." Sevyn said holding my hand.

"Why im in hea?" I asked.

"Your arm Von." She said gently putting her hand over it. And I looked at my arm and saw it bandaged all up. And when I flexed my arm I felt it.

"Shit." I said.

"Where my mama and shit?" I said.

"They went to go get some food." She said.

"Come here ma." I said grabbing her hand with my other arm and she climbed up on the bed and sat on my lap with her legs hanging off the side.

"You good ma?" I asked looking all over her face.

"I'm fine Dayvon. Don't worry about me." She said looking me in my eyes and I kissed ha.

"Thank you ma." I said smirking at her and she laughed.

"I got you Von. I was worried about you. I was so scared. I don't mean to seem scary." She said.

"It's okay that you scared ma. I know you not used ta this. Ion even mean to put you in this..uh..." I said.

"Predicament?" She said and I nodded.

"Predicament. Ion wantchu in danger ma." I said and she nodded and kissed my cheek.

We heard the door opening so she hopped off my lap and my mom, her grandma, Jae, Quincy, Nala, and Amiri all came in the room holding the bags of food.

"Y'all all went?" I said making them laugh.

"Sevyn was the only one that wanted to stay back." Nala said starting to get some of the food. And I just looked at Sevyn.

Once again, being the only one there for me.

Sevyn made me a plate and brought it to me.

"Feed me ma." I said and she raised the fork up to my mouth no hesitation and I laughed. She fed me and herself at the same time as we all talked and shit.

And after finished eating a police officer came in.

"Hell nah. Get him outta here." I immediately said. I aint neva talkin to some damn cop. Even if im the one who got shot. Imma just get my get back on my phone, I aint callin the cops on niggas on some fed shit.

"Von—"

"Nah. I aint talkin. Don't worry bout it nigga." I said shaking my head and my mom got him out of the room.

"You know who shot you don't you?" Jae said.

"Hell yea. It was Mark and his niggas. He called other niggas to do his shit for him cause he pussy." I said and Jae and Quincy nodded.

"That dumb ass nigga posted it. I screenshotted it. Just stupid as fuck." Quincy said showing me his phone. And the story was a video he took seeing me and Sevyn driving down the street and it said "oh hell yeah im on that ass. my get back SAME DAY FUH".

"Yeah them niggas pussy. I walk everywhere by my damn self he wait till my girl inna car. Fuck outta here. I'm on they ass ion give a fuck bout nun of that." I said shaking my head.

"Von now you know—"

"Nah ma. Ion wanna hear that. Niggas coulda shot you I aint goin fa that. Hell nah. Niggas gone feel this. Imma get my get backs not today. But soon." I said.

Sevyn POV

11:04 p.m.

I just left the hospital like 20 minutes ago. My grandmother been home she had to come get her rest for work tomorrow. But i stayed with Von until 11 just to make sure he was alright.

When i got to my room i put my back against the door and let out a deep breath I didn't even know i was holding.

I have NEVER been in a shoot out. The only time ive seen a gun up close was when Dayvon left it on my nightstand. Otherwise I never see it. That's just simply not my lifestyle so I never see that.

To be literally that close to gunshots. Knowing if I had lifted my head up even for a second, that could've been my ass.

And then Mark knew I was in the car and still shot at it just trying to get to Dayvon. What if they catch Dayvon just walking by himself and kill him? Thats my worst fear.

If I didn't fear for Dayvon's safety every other time he goes outside I damn sure fear for him now. And I know the people that are trying to kill him? I'm just so scared for him.

And then Dayvon just keeps putting himself in these dangerous positions. When he heals up he's talking about getting back. Like excuse me??? You already got shot, and now you're going to pick up your gun and try again? What the hell.

I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom and started my shower trying to get my mind off of this.

Hey thots, hope you enjoyed this part.

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