Hidden (Urban Story)

Chapter 11

Quinton

It’s been a full day since Triana has been in the hospital. It has also been a full day since I have been on the hunt for anyone who may have the same blood type as her. Unfortunately no one in our group has it. I had the doctor draw blood from everyone in our group to see if there was a possibility and I came up short. Not even one of us has it. It’s crazy to know that. I was driving around the city going from blood bank to blood bank hoping to find anyone who could supply some. I was starting to run out of hope after every one I hit up didn’t have what I was looking for. The last thing I want is for my little baby sister to die. It got approved by the doctor today for visitation to begin. We were all happy to know that. I drove home to see how my family was holding up. I unlocked the house door and walked in to see the house dark as shit. Considering the fact that it was bright and sunny outside it should have been nice and bright. I walked through the house to see the curtains drawn and my mom sitting at the table in the kitchen smoking them damn nasty ass cigarettes with a glass filled with clear liquid. I shook my head.  

“Ma you need to put that out man. It’s not good for you to be smoking that shit.” I said to her.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I need to do. If I wanna smoke then that’s what Ima do.” She said with so much attitude in her voice that I was slightly taken aback. My mom has never spoken to me like that, ever. Regardless of what she said I still wasn’t going to have my mom smoking that shit up in here. I walked over to her and took the cigarette out of her hands and put it out in the ash tray that was beside her.

“You may not care about what happens to you right now but that doesn’t mean that you don’t have people here who do. We are going through way too much right now for you to be shutting down.” I told her sternly. She looked at me with a blank face.

“You ever touch my shit again and you will be laying up in a hospital bed right beside your sister.” She said coldly. It felt like somebody just punched me. Who the fuck says something like that? That was just uncalled for. I shook my head at my mom. This woman sitting in front of me I did not recognize right now. I really didn’t want to be around her either. I turned away from her and went to go find my brothers. They were all upstairs just lounging in Triana’s room.

“What are y’all niggas doing up in here?” I asked as I entered the room.

“Man we don’t even know. I feel so fucking useless. How the hell are we related and we don’t have the same type of blood. That shit erks me bruh!” Ra’Quan responded hella mad.

“I understand that. Man momma is downstairs tripping the fuck out saying some mad foul shit. She’s shutting down and now really isn’t the time.” I explained to my brothers.

“Oh yea we know. That’s why we are up here and not down there. I can’t wait until everything just goes back to the way it was because no one’s thinking straight right now.” Deandre chimed in.

“For real right. I’ve been all around this damn city and I can’t find one person who has what I’m looking for. All these damn basic ass bitches.” I mumbled to them.

“Nigga you ain’t got it either so that also makes you one of them basic bitches you dumb ass.” Deandre pointed out. Ra’Quan and I both laughed. It felt good to laugh about something considering the position we are in.

“Ahh shut up. I didn’t ask you a damn thing.” I said before I sat down on the chair that was in the corner of the room. I looked around and noticed how yellow and white Triana’s room was. The walls were painted sunshine yellow, all the furniture was white. I didn’t really take notice to these little things before, which is weird because I came in and out of here pretty often. While I was zooned out I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the caller I.D to see that it was one of the people who I had tracking down Joseph. I answered the call.