What the Heart Wants

~12 ~

David

Walking away from Jasmin at that vulnerable state  broke me down.
Do y'all really think I'm going to leave Chicago?

Hell naw, I can't leave my baby here with no protection.
It's  just her thinking I'm gone is going to protect her.
I've been whooping ass and taking names.

I decided to drive by the hospital and check on Jasmin her pops left the blinds open so I can look in and check on her without her knowing.

For days I had to sit and watch her cry which honestly made me sad.
Knowing I'm the cause of all of this broke my heart.

For about a week now this same doctor that winked at her has been coming in her room and checking on her but Jasmin had been dismissing him.

It's been about a week of this sad ass shit.
I know he don't think Jasmin gone go for his ass and she know she got me.

Today was different he sat on the bed to day. Which made me turn my head a little because the fuck.
He was rubbing her shoulders, her mutha fuckin shoulders. That might as well be a tittie if you ask me.
She turned around towards him and she sat up and he helped her out the bed.

I wish I was mutha fuckin fly on the wall.
She stumbled a little but he cought her.
They looked in each other eyes and I could tell they had a little moment.

Before I could even think I was getting out the car.
I had my hood on and my head down.
Yeah at this point I said fuck that leg.
I went in the hospital and ran right into her damn daddy in the waiting room.

"The fuck you doing here?" He asked looking at me.
"That nigga in there trynna take her away from me, I can't have that shit." I said through gritted teeth.
"Think about this, do you know what could happen to this whole operation if a mufucka make you out." He said looking around. "This ain't about you and Jasmin right now, this is about keeping Jasmin safe and you finding the mufuckas that did this shit... Go." Her dad said pointing at the door.

He put something in my pocket and I walked out.
I kept my head down while walking to the car. I sat and watched as they walked down the hall way together and it was almost like Jasmin saw me through the window.

She was staring right at me, and I stared back.
The doctor got in our way.
I hit the steering wheel.
I'm going to kill that nigga.

I sped off and drove towards the lil house I'm ducked off in which happens to be Shortys sister house in Bolingbrook.

His sister Marilyn was plus sized and she looked like Nia long.
Beauty definitely ran in their family.

"How was Jazz?" She asked cooking some chicken.

"Good I guess, that same doctor I told you about being all over her was all over even more today, they had a lil moment!" I said pacing...
"You know that girl is probably hurt and you know how niggas be". She said not even turning around.
"Yeah ok, imma kill that nigga then see what's what." I said putting my hand in my pocket.
I took the paper out my pocket and it was a number.

I called it.

Jasmin: Hello.

I was kind of nervous. I feel bogus as fuck for doing her like this and I couldn't face her yet.

I hung up.

"Sit the fuck down, your leg is still broke... and make sure it's elevated." Marilyn said looking at me.

I did as told and thought about the sound of her voice. It was back to its soft and sexy self.

I tried lifting my leg up and it was hurting so bad.
"Fuck." I said lifting it up on the pillows in front of me.
"Let me go get your medicine for you." Marilyn said going to my temporary room in the back.