Raymond 'Rooster' Jones is a 21 year old man who didn't come from money and is from the other side of the tracks. Raised by his aunt and uncle. Rooster who should be enjoying life as any 21 year old kid should be doing. But Rooster's life is not abo...
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ROOSTER
I was sitting in the waiting room right now with my foster brothers and sisters we were waiting to see what was going to happen. I was holding Rayna while Tianza was giving Rima chips. I don't know what to think I just don't want him to die.. He's my best friend and we have too much shit planned to do for him to die on me now.
"Rooster go home get some sleep and I'll call you if anything changes" Katt said I just shook my head I wasn't leaving this hospital at all.
"Nawl I'm good right here I don't need to sleep or rest I'm good right here" I said Rayna was holding my finger sleeping I kissed her forehead and just held her tight to me.. I felt my phone go off yet again but I ignored it I didn't wanna be bothered right now.
The next week was hell just waiting Katt and Fran took the girls with them while I stayed with my mom I wasn't going to leave until he woke up. And he finally did that Thursday I was beyond happy when he finally opened his eyes, then he was able to talk and I felt a lot better when he started messing with me right off the bat.
"You look like hell kid and you smell like hell too. There's a new thing called soap and water country boy" my granddad said and I just laughed.
"I wasn't leaving till you woke up asshole" I said
"Well I'm up go home shower shave and sleep then wake up shower again" my granddad said I smiled and shook his hand turning to leave I hugged my mom and dad and gave my mema a tight hug and was out the door.
Two weeks passed. My birthday was coming up. Usually I threw myself a party, invited everybody I knew, told them to bring friends. It was the mother of all parties, bodies everywhere. This year I just wanted to hide. The shit I been through this year made me sick. And I wasn't in the mood for any of it, no woman no parties hell no friends or family.
My niggas always was ready to party if I didn't call them they were going to call me. So I picked a time when I knew no-one would be home and left a message saying I was going away. For an artist event I said I'd call when I got back and we'd celebrate. I then called my uncle J.C and asked for the use of his cabin.
J.C told me I was crazy to want to go there at this time of the year. When I told him I wanted to paint and needed a place to think, he didn't say more. It was only partly a lie.
I left alone. It was really hard, without any alcohol or a warm body, none of the usual crutches. Rima and Rayna was with Jackie she asked if it was okay for Jada to see them I told her it was fine I didn't want to keep them from their mother no longer. The cabin was well-furnished and well-stocked. It stood all by its lonesome surrounded by deep woods and there was a small town several miles downhill. I did a lot of walking in those two days. I'd been here often enough to have favorite spots. I visited them all, sometimes lingering for hours.
