The Blaze Before Dawn

That Dot

AGAIN THIS IS ANOTHER GRAPHIC CHAPTER. ****VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED****

Kelani

Somebody like me don't care about feelings. Death wasn't shit to me. But this was so sad. All the people B loved was damn near gone.

I sat outside in the hospital lobby and hugged Kailyn who was crying. Rome was found on the side of the road, he was shot and I don't know where though. We didn't know nothing, we just knew he wasn't dead yet. I never say this about nobody but I hope dude pulls through.

About fifteen minutes later a black bald doctor with narrow eyes came over to us. His facial expression was unreadable.

"He'll be fine. The bullet missed his spinal cord and we were able to get it out. You'll be able to see him in a few hours.

"Thank you Jesus." Kailyn whispered as she held her chest. That's good news but where the fuck is Blaze?

"Aye doc was there a young black female found somewhere near him or maybe one that's here at the hospital that you can't identity?
He said he didn't see one with Rome and he took me to a young girl in the hospital bed unconscious. It wasn't Blaze. Somebody shot Rome and left him on the side of the road so I know something much worse happened to B. I got worried as hell but then I knew I could get answers from Rome as soon as he woke up.

Blaze
This feeling inside of me was so deep and so hurtful but so empty. It feels like I'm burning alive. Why? Why Rome? I stared outside as he came in. He needs to do what he gotta do so I don't have to bare the pain of my losses anymore. It was too much.

"Get up, you're coming with me." He said in a thick Spanish accent.

I didn't move until he touched my arm. I got up and fell to the ground. I haven't eaten anything in days because I didn't feel hunger or any basic human needs and qualities.

"Why haven't you been eating?" He asked. I said nothing.

As soon as he lifted me up he warned me not to do anything stupid. I wasn't. Rome was all that I loved, now that he's gone life has no meaning.

He took me to a big home 20 minutes away from that whore house. He put me in a room and returned with clothes telling me to get dressed. Why was this man being so nice to me? Is this some kind of game?

"Dinner is ready downstairs." Some Jamaican woman said. I looked at her with my hair dripping wet from the shower, which I hadn't took in days, and said nothing.
"It is just best to do what he says."

I got up and went down into the extravagant kitchen where I saw him sitting at the table with champagne in a ice bucket in the middle of the table.

I reluctantly sat across from him and looked down.

"You are beautiful," he said which frightened me. I was tired of games.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked.

He acted like I said nothing.

"Eat." He said. I took two bites of broccoli and said nothing. I felt his eyes on me. His eyes were not curious but they were lustful.
The next day we got on a private plane. The man had on a crisp white suit. He was an attractive guy, very mysterious, and his eyes were light but very piercing and cold. His skin was olive and his hair was cut low and very dark.

He demanded me to sit next to him and gave me a pillow and a blanket and ordered lobster for me. I touched nothing and said noting. He sat back and puffed on a cigar. I think he may be some type of kingpin. Everything about him screamed cruel and rich.