My Drug.

Chapter 10

"Cj , What Do You Mean Somebody got my Mom?" I asked confused. Cj sighed deeply before answering my question.

"I'm saying, Your mom has been shot and it ain't lookin' to good fo her." He said sadly.

I froze and my breathing became rapid. I shook my head as I felt tears run down my face.

"Wha, what happened?" I asked nervously walking to my bed and sat down. Cj sat next to me and rubbed my back. I knew something was going to happen like this.

My mom was a fucking crackhead and I knew sooner or later she was going to get into some shit, but to hear that she ain't lookin to good had me worried.

"Is she at a hospital or what? Cause if she is why are we still here? " I asked standing up and walking out of my bedroom and down the stairs.

I heard Cj heavy footsteps and I heard him on the phone talking to somebody I slipped on my shoes and walked out of the apartment and out the building passing the piss down the hall.

(At The Hospital . . . )

Pulling up to the Hospital I rushed in. I basically ran up to the front desk. I cried the whole way here as Cj kept telling information about my mother and that she keep slipping in and out of conscious and that she loosing way to much blood. I didn't understand how he was gettin this info and I didn't question him.

"Hi, I'm looking For Ja. . . Janay Jo. . Jones," I stuttered through my tears. The carmel coloured lady typed a couple of things up and looked back at me.

"Yes she's in surgery. She should be out in 10 Minutes or so. What's your relationship to the patient?" She asked me with a sweet smile.

"I'm, I'm her daughter." I said as fresh tears rolled down my face.

The lady looked at me sadly and mouth that she was sorry. I licked my lips and walked away as Cj followed. I sat down and sighed deeply and placed my head into my hands and silently cried.

I pushed Cj arm away every time he tried to comfront me. I didn't want to be comfront I just wanted to be left alone. After fifteen minutes passed my name was being called.

"Kyla Jones!" The male doctor called out. I quickly stood to my feet and walked over to him. His face wore a sad, and hurtful look but I just hoped for the best.

"That would be me. How is she?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"Uh, Hello. Yes She's out of surgery and she's holding on by a piece of thread. She woke up to quickly and she's loosing to much blood. I tried miss Jones, but we don't have her blood type and I'm positive that you both don't have the same blood type but we can check, but if I'm correct do you have someone else that can possibly donate blood to your mom?" He asked me and before I can even say no Cj budded in and offered.

"Great, So Sir do you mind coming with me to run test. Oh,  and Miss Jones your mom is requesting you. She said if she didn't get you then she was going to snatch all IV's out."

I nodded as he told me the room number. I walked quickly to her room and walked straight in. My mom was on the bed and I can honestly say, she was basically dead. Her breathing was short, and she had lost all color.

"Mama?" I whispered softly to her. She squinted up at me then smiled, a smile I haven't seen since before my father passed away. "Mama are you okay?" I asked.

I haven't called her mom since she started crack. It hurts my heart that I treated her son wrong and now I regret it, but not all. This was her fault. She fucked up and stole the drug dealers product and now look what happened.

" Baby..... Baby," She groaned.

"Mama what happened?"

"Look -" She coughed. "There's money saved up for you. It's in my room under the bed. I know I'm not gone make it and I damn sure am tired of living. I'm sorry for everything I put you through baby." Tears escaped rolled down her face and tears rolled down mine.

I do love my mother and I couldn't believe that this was the only way for me to see that she actually loved me... "I Love you babygirl. " I kissed her forehead. I watched as her heart monitor slow down and then the beeping sound erupted through the whole room. Doctors and nurses came running in and the lady told me I had to leave.

"Clear!" I heard the Doctor yell as he tried to revive her. That was the last thing I had heard before I walked out of the room.

I seen Cj sitting down and by the way he shook his either his blood wasn't the same or he knew my mother was gone. I turned and started to walk out of the hospital. Cj called for me but I just kept walking. The lady at the front desk looked at me then her face dropped.

Once outside I stopped and threw up. Cj held my hair up and rubbed my back. After I was done heaving I got into the car. Grabbing Cj's water bottle I swished my mouth then spit out the window.

"Bae you okay?" I nodded my head.

"People die. Ya know? I mean we all gone have to die." I wanted to cry my eye's out. I wanted to die my self.

Once he pulled up to my apartment building I told him to go home. He disagreed but by the way I yelled at him to just leave he left. I went into my apartment and locked the door.

I heard somebody knock on the door minutes later. I looked through the peephole. Tasha stood there with tears running down her face. I told her to just leave, but she didn't go anywhere instead she slid down til she was on the floor talking to me through the door.

I sat down to as she told me how she felt when she lost her father.

"But I have no one!" I yelled crying harder. I stood up quickly and swung the door open hard. "Both of my parents are gone."

Tasha stood up and pulled me into a hug. I needed to leave, clear my head of this shit. "Go home Tasha, I want to be by myself." Tasha looked at me crazy.

"You bet not try no crazy shit you hear me?" She warned then turned and left leaving my door open. I kicked it closed before going to my mother's room.

I pushed the heavy king sized mattress off of it's frame then looked for the money. Under her bed was empty. Nothing not even crack. But then I noticed the hardwood piece lifted up. 'It could be in there,' I thought to myself as I lifted. Money was piled, more like stuffed inside.

I ended going to get a knife from the kitchen and started ripping the hardwood floors up. Their was money everywhere and I began to throw it all in my duffel bag right along with clothes and shoes. I ended up with 2 suitcases and 6 full bags pulls the bag of money. Reaching for my phone I dialed a number that I knew to call when I was needed help.

'Hello?' She answered.

"Candie I need a place to stay. Can you come get me? "

I was leaving.