misconception - A Drake Story

8

Victor

"D, man you gotta get back in bed". He waved his hand at me.

"I'm fine". He stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

"Look at you sweaty and out of breath. And all you did was reach for a cup". His mom, Sandi, shook her head.

He reached for the cabinet with a shaky hand.

"You need to stop being so independent and let someone take care of you for once". Sandi moved around him and grabbed the cup from him.

"I could a did that myself". I could barley hear him and we're two feet away from each other.

"You can barley talk, now get back in that bed". He sighed before grabbing his crutches and disappeared from my view.

The doctor said he had gotten Influenza type B. And Aubrey likes to keep shit to himself since he think he can fix everything. Which resulted in him falling from a seven foot stage and broke his knee and tore his ACL, since his sickness was untreated. Then the not eating or drinking only made him sicker.

He just had surgery yesterday and is still trying to do shit.

And he's sick as a dog doing all that moving around, gone fuck around and get everyone sick.

Then the fact that Ramsey isn't responding back to him is driving him crazy.

"Go give this to him". She handed me the glass of orange juice and two pills.

"Yes ma'am". I took the items from her and made the journey threw his loft.

I knocked on the door and he told me to come in.

"It's five o'clock. You gotta take these remember?"

He nodded and took the pills and drunk them down. His eyes stayed locked on the floor to ceiling window that over looked the whole city.

"I think your mom about to start cooking, you hungry?"

"No". He looked down at the cup.

"You gotta eat".

"I'm not hungry". I know better than to push on, so I left him alone.

The crew crowded all in kitchen looking over Sandi's shoulder as she cooked.

I stepped into the hallway bathroom and closed the door.

I scrolled through my contacts to find Bird's number.

"Hi you've reached the message of Ramsey Hopkins, sorry I-"

I hung up since that's the ninth time today that her phones went to voice mail.

Usually if she won't answer D's calls she'll answer mine. I'm starting to get a little worried.

I don't really wanna have to call that Chief Keef nigga but it's my last resort. Since I don't have any contact information for her family.

Going through my recent calls I found his number.

The tone rang in my ear several times till he finally picked up.

"Who this?"

"This is Victor. We spoke on the phone before".

"Okay?.... So why you calling me?"

"To find out where Ramsey is".

The line was silent till I heard laughing.

"Aye Otto you here this nigga? He asking about my bestfriend like he give a fuck!" I frowned.

"What you mean? If I didn't care I wouldn't be calling".

The laughing stopped abruptly. "Look here Shawty. Don't raise your voice at me, like we buddies or some shit. Bird was shot at the fuckin air port almost a week ago. And is hardly responding to shit. I had enough respect in me to call her while she was on her vacation from y'all stressful ass niggas; and told her about that little banana looking head ass nigga, when he fell his uncoordinated ass off that stage. Her ass was shot in airport security trynna rush to get home to be with that punk bitch". I ran out the bathroom to Aubrey's room.

"Where is she now?"

"I flew her ass out to Chicago so she can be around people who give a fuck about her". I hung up the phone, getting tired of his smart ass mouth.

"Why you keep bothering me man?" I bit at my thumb nail trynna get my thoughts together.

while I did that, I went to his closet and got out a couple duffle bags and packed him some clothes.

He kept asking me questions but I couldn't wrap my head around what that nigga just said on the phone.

I put the last pair of shoes in the second bag and went back into the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed while laying the bags on the floor.

"You don't need anything to upset you right now. But all I'm gonna say is: we're taking a nice trip to Chicago soon". He frowned. "Don't question it. Just know that it's Important and we have to leave soon".

He looked at me for a short while and finally sat up off the bed.

He's not gonna like this at all.

Keith

I done seen my homies shot up all to hell In front of me before.

Dead bodies laying in the street after a drive by.

But seeing Ramsey like this is tearing a nigga apart.

"Bird, you gone be alright. I ain't leaving you. I'm gone stay right here". I saw her smile and she held my hand back.

She can responded just a little bit but they got her sedated so she can heal faster for the baby. The baby was un harmed. The bitch ass pig who shot her, put three hot ones in her chest.

The first bullet grazed her heart and the second and third could've paralyzed her.
But before you get to happy.

They're trying all they can to stop the bleeding and ion care if I spend millions to get her right. My lil sister ain't going out like this.

All her sisters (in the picture) are trying to make it down here, sine they live all over the fuckin map.

Here parents just left.

Her mom was hysterical and her dad, like always blamed me for what happened.

The monitor for her heart was beeping real slow. It has been for the past couple days.

She has surgery in an hour. All the shit her doctor was saying, confused the fuck outta me, so I don't know what they hell they gone do.

But they better make my bestfriend better or imma bust caps in the bitch.

Her hand loosened around mine and her smile dropped.

The heart monitor slowed down some more.

Man what the fuck is going on?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -