A Story To Tell | Book 1

.14.

"Tereny...you feeling any better?"

    Bruce asked me as he touched my shoulder. I looked up at him, feeling as if I was dying.

    I hated being sick. And honestly, this felt like a fever. Fevers always were the worse for me. I got sicker than most when it came to the fever. Mine was always severe, but I was always hardheaded and not wanting to seek medical assistance.

    Bruce was trying as best as he could to take care of me, but I was kinda making things hard for him because he wasn't Tray. Damn, I hated this. Why am I making this poor man suffer for not being the love of my life when he's trying to be the love of my life?

    It's been four weeks since the incident in Orlando happened and believe me when I say it was actually starting to get to me. I was broken down to a pulp and my heart was aching.

    I started to regret the day I refused to take Tray's calls and texts. He was probably trying to make things right with me although he'd said he didn't want to fool around with me anymore and I'd let him down. I've tried calling and texting him so many times. I wouldn't be surprised if this is another one of Cheri's episodes where she actually takes charge of his phone and gets him a new phone.

    I hadn't gotten much sleep either, considering the fact that I was feeling sick and all. I was so sick, I didn't decline Bruce's offer to stay here at my apartment and take care of me.

    Since that drive back home, Bruce and I have gotten a little closer. He's been putting up with me crying over Tray. I try to keep the information confidential without mentioning names, but I confided in Bruce for advice. I must admit, he's such a great listener. And although I went on and on about my past relationship, he's still here trying to pursue me.

    As bad as I wanted to get into a relationship with Bruce, I knew it would be impossible while I still had feelings for Tray. And I hate to admit, but I don't think the feelings are going anywhere. But Bruce was trying so hard. I'd be a fool to deny him his company when I knew that deep down, I was feeling something for him.

    "I'm okay." I say, followed behind a serious cough.

    "You don't think you should take your ass to the hospital? It sounds serious and I damn sure don't wanna catch that shit you've got." He picked up the disinfectant spray and sprayed a bit my way, causing for the particles to get in my nose and make me sneeze.

    "Shit, Bruce! What're you trying to do? Kill me?!" I say, trying to fan the particles away as I coughed more. Bruce jumped and moved back holding up his hands and connecting his index fingers together, making a cross as if I were a demon.

    "No, I'm trying to bless'th the demon that has possessed yo ass!" He joked. "Ain't shit fun about being sick."

    "Who you telling?"

    Bruce sat down on the couch across from me and looked towards the TV as I closed my eyes, pulling my Hello Kitty blankets up to snuggle a bit and get comfortable. I'd ended up dozing off to sleep.

   

*A baby's crying? In my apartment? What in the hell is a baby doing crying in my apartment? I looked up from my sofa and looked around the living room before trying to take a peek into the kitchen.

    Tray walked out of the kitchen and looked at me. He smiled and winked at me. That sent chills up my spine as he walked up the stairs. I was so confused as to what was happening that I get up from the sofa, feeling very light weight and walked up the stairs to the crying baby.

    The baby was crying so loud, you'd think someone was in there trying to cause them harm. Tray opened my bedroom door and walked in where the loud crying got louder and louder. I followed behind him and saw a cradle laying to the foot of my bed. Now that's when shit got crazy to me.