A Story To Tell | Book 1

.12.

I didn't think I would ride the whole way through, but we'd finally made it to the hospital where Tray wasted no time hopping out of his truck and leaving me inside. I really hoped he didn't think I was getting out. Then again, I don't think it even mattered if I was or weren't. That nigga took flight inside of the hospital without a care in the world.

    Besides, being in this truck alone gave me time to think.

    I love Tray with all of me, but it's just moments like this that make me feel no more than second. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed being in second place, but second place didn't feel like second place. It felt more like first when it was just me and Tray. But now, Cheri knowing what's going on, it's just ruining us. Or maybe she's been ruining us from the beginning and it's taken me until now to just realize.

    Sighing, I look out of the passenger's window, watching the cars come and go. There's really no telling how long Tray was going to be in there with her, but I needed to get out of here.

    Hell, I wasn't even worthy enough to even have his keys in case I got hot in this truck. Things were turning for me and it was all for the worst. I shook my head and let out another deep sigh wondering how long I was actually going to sit in here before I decide to go in and cuss Tray's ass out.

    That's when it hit me...

    Why in the hell should I have to sit and wait for him to come back in this truck after he checks on his wife? He said this was supposed to be a getaway for me and this didn't feel like no getaway. I'm done with this bullshit today. I want to go home and I want to go home now.

    Only thing I had to worry about was how I was going to actually leave... I was hours away from home and there was no way anyone in their right mind was going to be willing to travel from Palatka all the way to Orlando just to get me. I was as good as stuck here.

    I knew for sure that this whole getaway thing was just bullshit to me and I wasn't feeling it. As soon as Tray gets into this truck, I want to be on the first thing back into town and in my apartment, alone!

   

*Sitting in the truck for damn near an hour and just about thirty minutes, I was boiling over hot and I wanted to claw Tray's eyes out. The fact that I'd actually sat in this hot truck and allowed for this shit to happen made me feel even dumber.

    He was rushing out of the hospital doors and making his way back over to his truck with a unit on his face. I turned my head to keep from looking his way as he hopped back inside of his truck and closed the door shut.

    He started the ignition and didn't even apologize. And at that moment, I wanted to get the hell out of the truck and away from him. More so, I wanted to go back into town and just crawl into my bed and bury my head under the covers and never come out. But I knew better.   

    "The baby's fine." Tray had finally said to me after damn near twenty minutes of silence. I really didn't feel like talking to him after what he'd just done to me. "I can't believe you did what you did." And that struck a nerve.

    "What I did? What I did was protect myself from that crazy bitch! She attacked me as I was walking out of the bathroom." I snapped.

    "And yea, you kicked her in her stomach, knowing that she's carrying a baby! What in the fuck were you thinking, Tereny?!" Tray argued back. I sighed and leaned my head onto the window.

    "Tray! She attacked me!" I shouted.

    "Dammit, Tereny, is that your only argument? She attacked you? But you knew better than to retaliate against a woman withchild." I sighed and shook my head. To me, he just wasn't getting the point.