Living Off Past Trauma [EDITED]

It'll be alright

Published: 27April2025
Edited: 16June2025

Onika Calhoun Jones//Oni
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Throwback:
The Day She Woke Up From Her Coma

"You're gonna turn into water girl from the amount of water you're drinking" Kris Joked.

"Oh leave me alone will ya" I pouted. I let out a hug sigh of relief as I finished my water. "That tasted nice." I heard Lamar let out a small chuckle. I turned to look at him. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing-" Just then, Pooter walked in. "My rib hurts." He held his rib.

"Good" Lamar mumbled. "That's rude." I hit him on the arm. 

"Where u coming from?" I asked.

"From the reception. Had to fill out a form." He sat on one of the chairs. "For what?"

He stayed silent for a bit, fiddling with his fingers and he only does that when he did something bad or if he's nervous. "Ashton, what for...?" Lamar asked, much louder this time. "Baby, you're scaring him." I looked at Lamar. "But-"

"For this kid I helped from HR." he said fast. "YOU DID WHAT?!" Lamar's voice boomed.

"Oh yeaaa, Quavious." said Kris in realization.

My heart sank as I heard the name. "I wanna go see him." I tried to get outta bed but Lamar stopped me. "Uh-uh. You'an going nowhere. Ash, why would you do that?" 

"Because he needed help and why not. Plus, before Oni knocked out as I was taking her out of the base, we walked past his body and she said help then knocked out." He shrug, making Lamar turn to me.

"He untied and helped me escape outa the room I was locked in. He directed me towards the direction you were at but we both weren't too lucky. Now let's go check how the boy's doing."

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My heart thumped in my chest as I walked, each step bringing me closer to the boy who helped me.

I barely known him but I couldn't help but care for the kid. But that night. He saw me tied up, terrified, and instead of walking away like any of Tjay's goons did, he helped me escape. He took the shot. He took the risk. 

Lamar walked beside me. Kris followed slowly with Pooter. The door to Quavo's room was cracked open. Inside, I could hear soft voices and the hum of medical machines.

I knocked gently.

Someone who I assumed was his girlfriend looked up first — a girl with jumbo knotless braids and tired but thankful eyes. His little sister was sitting on a chair with a laptop on her lap.

"Can we come in?" Onika asked softly.

Quavo turned his head toward the door. His face held both relief and confusion. He was wrapped in bandages — across his ribs where he got shot, But his face stayed still.

"H-hey..." I said with a small wave. He looked at me for a bit before he gave a small nod. "Hey..." His voice gruff but soft.

"Y'all must Quiava and Diamonté." I gave them a smile and wave.

"Yea..." Diamonté gave me a small smile and greeted the others.

"Supppp" Quiava nodded as she inspected the others. "You all also in a gang-"

"QUIAVA!" Diamonté shooshed her. "Whattt, I was just asking a question.." She defended herself.

"Yeaa we are, expect for her of course." Said Pooter.