Big Mistake

Cycle of Pain & Mysery

"Everything that's happened and is happening is like a washing cycle. You place the shit on spin by accident and it never shuts off." -Paris Vaughn

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"So ya' mom and pops just show up unannounced and shit, and planned to kill ya' brother." Malcolm said, completely awed in disbelief.

Paris nodded her head and laid it on his shoulder.  The couple was seated on the couch next to Isaac's bed.

Malcolm had come to the hospital in a frantic, wanting to see what was so urgent that he needed to be there right away.

"That's some bullshit." He muttered, fumbling around with his neatly cut fingernails.

A terrible feeling of pain raged quickly throughout Paris's lower abdomen, making her quickly jump up and hunch over.  She held onto her stomach and let out a painful yell.

"What's wrong wit' you?" Malcolm asked, resting his hand on her lower backside.

"I think my period just came on." Paris finally said, taking a gulp of air afterwards.

"I need to go get you some'n?"

Paris looked up at Malcolm with a "duh" look, making him quickly hop up and grab his keys.

"Get me some strong ibuprofen and my pads from the house." She called out to him.

"You don't want nothin' stronger like Midol?" He asked.

"Hell no." She snapped, holding onto her stomach tighter as cramps grew stronger. "That shit don't work for nobody."

Malcolm shook his head and quickly left the room.  He knew how Paris was whenever Mother Nature came for a visit, and he knew the longer she stayed the longer her attitude would prevail in its churlish form.

Paris hurried to the bathroom to check and see if the bleeding had started, even though she felt no urge to push any out just yet.  Menstrual cycles are tricky at times when it's its turn to bother a woman.

Isaac's head turned to the right then the left, and repeated as his eyes began to flutter open.  Letting out a yawn and stretching beyond measure, he became fully alert and aware of his surroundings.

Turning his head to the right side of him, he noticed Paris's purse and shoes seating on the couch.

Hearing the toilet flush, Isaac's head snapped in its direction and he quickly smiled seeing Paris exit the bathroom.

"Hey bro." She smiled happily.

"What up? It's just you here again?" He asked, a bit depressed no one else had bothered to visit him.

"Yeah. Malcolm just ran out to get me a few things." She told him as she took a seat at the edge of his bed.

"My nigga." He cheesed, nodding his head. He was happy that his best friend was there to be with him in his time of need.

Paris laughed and shook her head, but it was quickly erased due to the pain she was receiving in her uterus, and at the thought of telling Isaac about the situation that happened no longer than an hour ago.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked, immediately noticing his baby sister's mood change.

"I just-- I just have something to tell you, I."

"First, stop callin' me that shit." He chimed playfully. "And second, tell me what's on ya' mind baby sis."

"It's about mama and pops."