A Slum Love Crime. (A$AP Rocky Story)

Part Trentadue

There was faint talking in the background, along with dim lights and stale air. It was funny how I could sense all of this, but still didn’t know where I was. My eyes remained closed tight; I couldn’t open them, for there was crust gluing them shut. Instead of trying to open my eyes, I rolled around a bit, feeling a soft surface beneath me. What was this?

Then, slowly but surely, my reasoning began to return. I was obviously lying on a bed, and I could feel the lights hanging above the bed…but what else was there? The conversation going on to my right didn’t help at all, because I could barely hear.

I could barely move, too. If I could have moved, I would have rubbed the crust out of my eyes already. But I was still as a stone.

The only thing I really could do was move around in the bed, so I did. I twisted and turned on the soft bed until I felt the gentle touch of a hand on my arm.

“Tremaine?” A woman asked warmly. The genuineness of her voice made me feel much better.

Though I wanted to answer the woman, I couldn’t. Not only was my body temporarily paralyzed, but so was my tongue. A horrifying thought suddenly came to me.

Was this stillness temporary or permanent?

“Tremaine, work with me here, sweetie. I want to know if you can hear me. Just wiggle your right foot if you can hear me right now.” The woman instructed. As much as I could, I wiggled my right foot on the bed. It was as if I could actually see the woman nodding. “Good job.” She said. She then started to move my right arm up and down, actually bringing some of the life back into it. The woman did the same to my left arm.

“Okay, now try to move on your own.”

With ease, I moved both of my arms. The woman replied with ‘good job’ again, and I could hear the smile in her voice. Now that I could move, I cleaned my eyes and then opened them. I was surprised by the sight.

 The dim lights were bulbs in large silver lamps hanging lowly from the ceiling. The woman was a kind-faced brunette wearing a lab coat that read ‘Gina’ on the left breast. The room had a window on one side, giving view of the roof of an opposite building. Gina was blocking me from seeing the other side of the room.

“Hey, Tremaine. Are you feeling alright?” She asked. I managed to lick my lips a bit, allowing me to reply hoarsely.

“I feel very, very tired.” I said. It was true. It seemed as if the only reason I felt paralyzed was because I was trapped in a deep tiredness.

“That’s normal.” Gina said. Then she paused, as if she was going to say something else but knew it was inappropriate. Then she squeezed my arm, kind of lovingly. “You’ve been through a lot, Tremaine. You’re a tough girl.”

I had no clue what Gina was referring to, so I just smiled.

“I’ll leave you alone with your family.” She said. Then, finally, she left the room. There sat Dom and Danny, staring at me on the edge of their seats. Dom smiled widely at me, a painful smile. He seemed to be dramatically relieved. Danny just kept staring intensely.

“Hi.” Dom continued to smile.

“Hey,” I replied. From that point, the awkwardness rose. I decided not to say anything more, and leave it to Dom and Danny to break the silence.

“How do you feel?” Danny asked at last.

“Confused. Where’s Rocky?” I asked. He was the one person I needed right now—he’s always the one person I need. He’ll explain all of this to me.

Danny and Dom exchanged dubious glances, and my curiosity grew. I repeated my question.

“Tremaine, do you remember anything?” Dom asked me.