Jordan
I woke up to the sound of a machine beeping, in spite of the pain in my shoulder I managed to sit up.
"Sit tight baby, the doctor is coming," My mom said. I looked at her and rolled my eyes, now she wants to show up.
"Why you here?" I blurted, she was looking down at the magazine but when she heard me say that she looked up with a look of frustration. I don't understand how she could be the one angry when I just got shot. Not once, but twice. On top of that, this the arm I use to shoot with.
"Jordan Cameron Brooks, I am your mother," She said, pointing a finger in my face.
"You haven't been here in almost 2 months, last I checked.. I don't got a mother, or a father," I said, earning a slap to the face.
"I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry baby. I just needed time to think, that's all.
"Where's Kash?" I asked, disregarding what she just said.
"Jordan, I'm so sorry baby. This is all my fault, had I not kicked you out, you wouldn't be here now," she cried.
I couldn't let her sit there and take the blame for that when it was my fault I got shot. I had Nala on my mind and I wasn't paying attention.
"Don't blame yourself for that ma, it was my fault. Stop crying, please?"
I hated seeing my mom cry, there has been plenty nights I woke up to use the bathroom and she was up, crying because another check bounced.
That's why my parents work like they do, cause they be trying to make sure I'm good.
"You and dad been taking care of me all my life, I'm jus trynna make enough money to get us out the hood," I explained.
"Baby, don't worry about that. Just focus on you and basketball okay?" she smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Ma?" I said, watching her gather her things. "You don't have to like what I'm doing, but I need you to respect it," I said,
She didn't say anything, she just smiled at me and kissed my forehead again before telling me she loved me, then she left.
I sighed and laid back while looking down at my arm, I hope this ain't gon effect my career.
"Jordan? Can I talk to you?" I looked up and saw Nala.
She was on my mind heavy before I got shot, but I didn't want to see her. I didn't want to look at her cute ass, I'd rather stay home and think about her cause I can't resist her.
"You already here, so you might as well," I say, gesturing towards the chair.
She took a seat then looked at me, "I know you probably don't want to me to apologize over and over again.. But I miss being with you," she said,
"Nala..." I said, "I was serious when I told you we wasn't gon work. We would be better off as friends anyways,"
She nodded, "Your right,"
We sat there in silence for a little while.
"I'm just gon go, see you later" she stood up ready to leave.
"Nala, I don't want shit to be weird between us or nothing," I said,
"You know you still my lil baby, so we good," she smiled.
I smiled too, "Be safe in these streets tho, ight?"
"Most definitely," she said before leaving.
After she left Kash and Kilo came in laughing.
"You had me scared to death J," Kash said,
"I was scared my damn self," I admitted.
"I wasn't scared," Kilo said.
Kash smacked his lips. "Whatever nigga,"
"Right bruh, cause I heard you panicking like the lil bitch you are before I passed out," I laughed.
"Shut the fuck up," Kilo said,
"You ready to go? We got business to take care of," Kash said,
"Most def," I snatched all the shit that was attatched to my arm off.
"Did you bring me some clothes bruh?" I asked,
"Here," he gave me a bag that had my ralph lauren sweat suit in it, along with a watch and chain.
By the time I finished getting dressed my doctor was walking in.
"I gotta cut this short," was all I said before leaving with Kash and Kilo. Whatever she had to say can wait,
