Onika Jones//Oni
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The last thing I remember was me being carried by Omar and driving off to I don't know where.
I wonder how did partying turn into a shootout. I have so many questions roaming inside my head.
I have so many questions.
Is the baby really Lamar's? Was he cheating on me? Was he planning on telling me? Are there other people who has his kids? And who was the guy I saw in the SUV?
He looked oddly...familiar.
Right now, all I can see is darkness, but I can hear people's voices in the background. It...it sounds like Sky, Omar and Black.
"I wonder when she'll make up. In getting worried." Sky quivered.
"Me too. I straight up wonder who caused the shootout." Said Black.
"Wait she's moving!" Liz exclaimed.
I was trying to open my eyes. I've been trying to open them but my fingers were moving so I'm guessing that's how she saw I was trying to wake up. I slowly started opening my eyes. The first thing I was saw were three huge heads.
"Can y'all get outta my fucking face." I groaned with one eye open. The light was burning my eyes. I wanted to close my eyes again.
"Finally." Black sighed.
"Where the heck am I? And why is it so fucking hot? Can someone switch the lights off?" I groaned trying to sit up right.
"Eyy easy." Lola said.
I took the time to look around the room. I was in a hospital room. I saw Lola, Sky, Tai, Black, Lizzo, Omar and... Lamar sitting on a chair looking at me. He looked so tired, with bags under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in days. I turned my head back to Black and asked, "H-how long have I been a sleep for?"
"You've been knocked out for 3 months."
"WAIT WHAT!" I exclaimed.
"He's lying, you've just been knocked out for a week and five days." Sky said, hitting Black's arm.
I glared at Black.
"I so thought you weren't gonna wake up-" Lola was cut off by a familiar female voice.
"Welcome back...Miss Amari." A middle aged woman in a white lab coat turned around. I hadn't evens noticed she was here. I squirted my eyes, trying to get a good look of her. When I figured who she was, my heart dropped.
"You've been avoiding my texts, emails and calls."
I really wish this bed could swollen me whole.
"Uh...uhm...hello Mrs Morgan." I said lowly.
"What's going on?" Omar asked.
"Nothing actually. Just Amari and I have business." Mrs Morgan said with a kind smile.
"Holup. Onika what's going-"
"Jesus Christ. Okay, this is Morgan, my doctor ever since I came to California. I have a few past injuries and health issues. She's been keeping an eye on them but I stopped coming to her because...."
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Living Off Past Trauma.
ChickLitGirl who got raped by her friend when she was 15 decides to move to California with her bestie at age 18. She lives her life freely. She's "Living Off Past Trauma" but doesn't know that her trauma comes back for her.
