BEAUTY

BEFORE THE STORM

(I AM NOT PERFECT PLEASE OVER LOOK MY ERRORS. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR PERFECT, THIS IS SO NOT IT. IM NEW TO THIS ISH LOL.... BUT IF YOU DGAF AND JUST WANT TO READ A GOOD URBAN NOVEL. CHECK ME OUT IM TRYING LOL.... BE SURE TO VOTE AND COMMENT)

THREE MONTHS LATER

BEAUTY

I put my scarf on reddish burgundy hair. preparing for bed, ya girl tired I been busy for the last three months getting ready to start school and trying to open up some new businesses. Tomorrow was the grand opening of my new bakery "PASTRIES". I have to make sure my child future is secure. Ever since everything happened with Vic I realized I have to get out and get it for me and mines. Any day something could happen to him and where will that leave me. Ass out. RT.....

RECAP 3MONTHS EARLIER.....

"Hello this is Nurse Jackie. Do you happen to know a Victor Smith?" this lady spoke so calmly. Nurse what the hell has victor got his self into? "Yes I'm his fiancé. Can you tell me what's going on? Why is he in the hospital is he dead?" I just started rambling off at the month. Lord please don't let him be dead. He has done a lot of wrong but he is still a good person. His daughter need him I need him.

"Ma'am he has lost a lot of blood. He was shot 4 times three times in the chest area and once in the chest. If you could get here immediately. I really don't know if he will survive. There's a chance he won't make it out of surgery."

I started to hyperventilate. Lord this is too much. It's our daughter birthday why didn't he just stay here? His clothes were perfectly fine. Why must he be a part of this life style? All I really remember was walking out the back door cake in one hand and phone in other, thinking why my Vic. And hearing the kids sing happy birthday. Before I knew it the cake was falling and so was I shortly after. "BEAUTY BEAUTY BEAUTY BEAUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" SOMEONE KEPT SCREAMING. WHY DOES THIS SEEM SO FAMILIAR?

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I woke up in the hospital; the room was dead ass quite. The only thing I heard was the beeping of the machine next to me. I stab the nurse button. Wtf is going on. Why am I here? Some older lady entered the room immediately. "Is everything alright? I'm Nurse Jackie by the way." She spoke in this sweet loving voice. Why does her voice and name sound so familiar? "Do I know you from somewhere?" I had to ask or that shit would've been bugging tf out of me. "YES I AM THE ONE YOU SPOKEN TO EARLIER ABOUT MR. SMITH. RIGHT BEFORE YOU PASSED OUT."Passed out? Victor? Wait what is really going on?

"What happened to Victor? You're talking about Victor Smith right?" please don't let her be talking about my baby. "Yes victor smith, we discussed he was shot 4 times. He just got out of surgery. He seems to be stable at the time. Just let me check your vitals and things. And you'll be good to go see your man." I just love her voice it's so soothing and calming.

After she was done getting me together. I gave her a loving hug and thanked her. She promised she'll see me around. They put me in a wheel chair to move around the hospital. I told the nurses I would sign my release forms once I finished seeing Vic. I had to make sure my love was doing ok.

When I entered his room he looked so peaceful. Just watching espn like he just wasn't shot not too long ago. All our family and friends was here. I felt kind of jealous since when I woke up and there was no one there for me. But wateva it is what it is. I cleared my throat and everybody looked my way. "Beauty what are you doing up out that bed?" my Aunt Clara screamed at the top of her lungs. Ms. Jackie walked in just in time to speak up for me, since I really didn't have the energy.

"She's fine Clara. She just better stop stressing I know that much." She said giving me the eye. I only met this lady a few hours ago and we already have connected. I can't explain the feeling I feel like I've met her before. Her and my auntie seem real acquainted. I just wanted to be alone with my baby. 

"Can i talk to Vic alone?" I said barely above a whisper. My throat was hella dry. Everybody nodded and patted me on the back while exiting the room. I approached his bed, he still hadn't made eye contact with. Shit weird af. Like i did something wrong.  

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" He just kept watching tv like I wasn't even there. "Victor motherfucking Smith i know yo black ass hear me. If you want me,to act my motherfucking color i will. So you better get to responding to me,like you got some sense." My fucking throat was really killing me now. And,my head was pounding. This mfer started laughing like wtf are you seriou. Like you was just about to lose ya life earlier and you laughing. Like wtf is funny? Please tell me. 

I'm just like fuck it, i started rolling my wheel chair towards the door the,door. Im bout to sign out and get my daughter and head to a hotel for the night. I can't do this anymore. 

"Yo, B don't leave. Motherfuckas tried to kill me." Vic said with a light chuckle. You could hear the pain in his voice. " you put niggas on and this how they repay you. Try and take me away from my family. Shit fucked up. I don't want this life anymore. All i need is u and Promise, i swear." Is this nigga crying. Damn! 

I stopped and turned and looked at him. "You mean,everything you just said? I can't be apart of that life style anymore." He looked at me and nodded his head. " i mean everything i said, im out!" I don't know if i can believe him or not, but he got my heart. So im just gone ride it out.  

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