Is It Still Worth It (Book Two)

Worst Case Scenario

It's Offically November ya'll 😁😱

Can't believe 2016 is almost over!!

Praying that these last two months end well

Anyway, on with the story 🔑

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Michael

It's been a whole two hours since Noelle been missing and we haven't heard anything about her whereabouts. Dre came by to help me calm down, but I can't. Not without knowing if my baby is okay. I feel so helpless right now, and I'm at lost on what to do. I already filed a missing person report with the police, I called Gmom Brooks and Mr. Tate about the situation, so they'll be flying in soon but making sure I keep them updated on what's going till then.

I just got a gut feeling that Don punk ass got Noelle locked up somewhere. I swear when I get my hands on him, he's done for. End of discussion, no need for questions. I was sitting on one the bar stool near the island, nursing a glass of Hennessy to my mouth. Dre shocked his headed at me, as he watch me refill my glass.

"We're gonna find her man, have hope." Dre said trying to ease my stress.

"You don't know that. What if she starving some where, what if Don got her locked up in some cold cellar, crying her eyes out wondering why I haven't found her yet. What if......what if she's dead man." I said chocking back a sob.

"Hey...hey don't say that. Have hope man. You can't think like that man, I'm sure she is okay." He took the the glass from me and drowned it. "And ease up on the drinking man, you know you get all sensitive and shit on me." He joked. I chuckled a lil and try to shake off the negative thoughts that plagued my mind. As Dre took a shot of Hennessy the house phone rang. I walked over to it and checked the Caller ID to see it was White Memorial Medical Hospital. I quickly accepted the call, nervous about what I'm gonna hear.

"H-Hello?" I answered clearing my throat.

"Hi this is Nurse Bodley from White Memorial Medical Hospital, calling for a...Michael B. Jordan?"

"Yes, that is me." I replied.

"Oh good. I am actually calling on behalf of Doctor Turks, he has a patient by the name of Noelle Brooks and on her file for a emergency number was your name."

"She's there?! Is she okay?!" I asked with anxiousness in my voice.

"Yes, she is. As I was saying before, she brought in by a young man earlier today. She has minor bruising to arm and chest, but when we tried to tell the gentlemen he had already left." I clenched my jaw as the nurse continued to talk. "So we were trying to speak to a close relative or friend to explain her condition fully."

"Uh...okay I'll be there in a few ma'am, bye." I replied hanging up. Dre rushed over to me with a questioned looked on his face.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"It was a hospital man. They said they got Noelle in their care, so I need to hurry up and get over there to see what's going on." I stated while putting on my leather jacket and grabbed my keys from off the coffee table.

"Want me to ride with you?"

"Yeah, can you take the wheel too. I think I drank too much of that Hennessy." I said massage my temple as I locked the front door.