Him.

Chapter 18. Pt. 1

Carmen.

"Go Daddy, go Daddy," Isaiah and I cheer while sitting in the wives section. Justin passes the ball to Vance and Vance shoots the ball through the hoop.
Swish.
Back to back the ball goes through the hoop.
"They are on fire tonight," Vicky cheers clapping her hands. "My baby looks good." She smiles satisfied.
Mmm.
My baby looks good too.
Tall.
Muscular.
Sexy.
And mine.

During half time, I buy Isaiah and I a ton of snacks. This is my baby's first basketball game of many so I want him to have a great time.
"What kind of woman would keep her son from their Dad," Nina whispers sitting behind me. "How does Justin even know the kid is his?"
"Well if you had eyes," Vicky abruptly turns around facing Nina and her clique. "You would see Isaiah looks exactly like Justin and unlike y'all not everyone sleeps around."
"She has hoe written all over her," Nina states. "Cheap clothes and all."
This bitch.
She lucky Isaiah here and Mama don't want to catch a case.
"And what are you," Vicky asks raising a brow, before Nina can reply the players return back on the court signaling half time is over.
Pass after pass.
Dunk after dunk.
Scores continue to be added on the board.
By the last couple of minutes of the game everyone's on their toes because the teams are fighting for the win. As Justin is passed the ball and goes up for a layup we're all out of our seats cheering him on.
Boom. 
Somehow one of the opposing players came up trying to smack the ball and knocked Justin back making him fall on his head.
Next thing I know the teams are going at it thinking the action was purposely.
The thing that people aren't seeing is Justin isn't getting back up.
"Daddy," Isaiah screams and I'm standing watching every second pass by. He's soon surrounded by worried players, coaches and then an emergency paramedic.
"I'll watch Isaiah go check on Justin," Vicky offers lifting Isaiah out of my arms. Isaiah looks terrified and I don't know how to tell him Daddy's gonna be okay.
I follow the paramedics taking him into the locker room.
"I'm his girlfriend," I explain to everyone not moving away from his side.
His eyes are closed and he's not moving.
"That was a hard hit," one of the paramedics say to the other. "We need to get him to the hospital ASAP."
I follow them to the ambulance.
"I'll meet you at the hospital I have to get our son," I explain to them as they put Justin in the back of the ambulance.
"Alright ma'am."

Jesus,
I know it's been a while but please protect my man and get him back to me safely. In Jesus name, Amen.
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"Mommy," Isaiah cries walking with me towards the hospital. The paparazzi rush towards us with tons of questions. "Mommy," Isaiah screams trying to get me to pick him up.
"It's okay baby," I hush him picking him up. He hides his face as I get us into the hospital.
"Has Daddy left me again, Mommy," Isaiah asks lifting his head and looking into my eyes. "Did he go bye, bye?"
"Baby, Daddy isn't going bye, bye," I assure him not noticing that I was crying.
Daddy isn't going bye, bye.
Please, don't.
He can't leave me.
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Breathe.
Calm down.
Be strong.
"I'm---" I clear my throat. "Carmen. I'm trying to find out the room of my boyfriend, Justin McNealy is in."
"He's in the ICU, Mrs. McNealy," one of the paramedics state walking up to me. "He's strong. He's gonna be alright."
God, I hope so.
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Short but more coming tomorrow. I have homework to do.