Unbearable

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(Chase’s POV)

“What happened?” I asked Darryl who was staring at the phone. She looked broken.  Her mouth was slightly hanging open and it looked like she was seconds from crying. “She said she was dead.” Darryl finally said with tears streaming down the cheeks. “What?” I asked.

“Christina. She’s dead.” My heart shattered like broken glass. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. It wasn’t true. “No. They’re lying.” I said.

“Why would they lie about that Chase? She’s dead! Christina Shepard is dead!” I placed my hands on my side trying to piece all of this together. There had to be a loop hole. Christina wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. Why would my mother lie to me? She didn’t. Christina is alive. “Andrews we got a 10-67. According to the phone call, possible 11-44. Ambulance is on the way, we’re calling this a Code 3. We need you down here ASAP.”

“On it,” I responded to my LAPD radio strapped to my chest. “Look, I got to go. She’s not dead! We’ll talk later,” I yelled running down the steps and through the door. I got in my squad car and rushed to the address given to me with my siren on. After ten minutes of driving we pulled into the house’s driveway. It was a big mansion. I wonder whose house this was. The ambulance was there and I made my way in the door. “What’s going on around here?” I asked one of my coworkers. “The mother passed out and the daughter freaked out and assumed she was dead, no real big emergency. They’re trying to resuscitate her now upstairs.”

“Whose crib is this?” I asked looking around the fastidious mansion.

“Kenneth Combs.”

“Kenneth Combs from the Lakers?” I asked astonished. I had no idea that nigga was living large like this. I didn’t know what else to expect though. I placed my hand on my coworkers shoulder saying see you later as I headed up the stairs. I admit I was being nosy. It was my job though. I had to peep Kenneth Combs’ wife. At the top of the stairs there was little girl talking to a paramedic. “—then she was on the floor crying and she stopped moving. I kept calling her and she wouldn’t answer me. So I called 911 then I called my daddy,” I overheard. I looked at her as she spoke to the paramedic and holding a little boy by the hand next to her. The little girl looked so familiar. I knew I never seen her before but something about her was just familiar. She reminded so much of Christina. I walked passed them and seen another coworker standing in front of the room door. “Hey Chase, what’s going on?” he said dapping me up. We exchanged fists and I tried to take a peek at what was going on in the room. The paramedics were working on a woman. Had to be Mrs. Combs.  I stepped in a little further and it all became perfectly clear. My eyes didn’t want to believe it, but my heart did. I was at a standstill for a long time. My mind was trying to process this. My heart raced. So many things were going through my mind as I awed at her. Finally my lips moved to say, “Yo, I know her! Yo let me in,” I said pushing through the paramedics. “Christina!” I yelled. People were trying to hold me back. I kept pushing through. “I’m her best friend! I know how to wake her! I know how to wake her! Please! Let me get to her!” I yelled. They finally let me go.  I was in disbelief. She still looked the same. Radiant. Beautiful. Breathtaking. It was like I fell in love all over again. “Somebody get me some ranch!” I ordered. They looked at me like I was crazy. “I know what I’m doing, can someone get me some ranch man!” I yelled. Moments later that little girl brought me a bottle of ranch. I looked at her and smiled. “Thanks, and what’s your name?” I asked.

“Christina,” she said. I laughed looking back at my Christina who was still passed out on the floor. “I’m sorry I gotta do this to you Chrissy,” I joked as I opened her mouth and poured a spoonful of ranch in. I pinched her nose and waited. “You’re killing her!” little Christina yelled.