Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Eleven

Tokyo

“Just be honest with me. It’s been two days, man, he not waking up,” I said to the doctor as I lowered my head into the palm of my hands. “I’m being as honest as I’ve always been. There is hope for Pernel. But I would be lying if I said this would be a cake walk. He may never walk again if he lives, which he most likely will.” “Well, why is he still in a coma?” “His brain is simply repairing itself. There is an enormous amount of activity going on in that brain. He’s a fighter.” She smiled at me, flashing her pearly whites. “Damn,” I sighed. I looked a hot mess with all of the shit that was going on. Hell, my car was being held as evidence, Tori had her own shit going on, and I don’t know where the fuck Divine and Malina were. I needed some clothes like yesterday. Here I was in hospital clothes looking like a patient in rehab. “Are you ready to take care of him for the rest of your life?” The doctor asked and I couldn’t even answer. Pernel wasn’t the best boyfriend. In fact, he may have been the worst. Shit, was I ready to take care of him? Or would I be on some scorned woman shit and scald him

with hot water for the rest of his days and make him wish he had died? “A baby? He really has a child?” I asked, still in disbelief. “I’m afraid he does. Is this going to be an issue?” She sat next to me. Just as I was about to respond, Malina and Divine rushed through the door. “We came as soon as we heard,” Divine said as her and Malina walked over to console me. “I’m so sorry,” Malina said while hugging me as she bent down on her knees. “I’ll leave you all alone. But we will finish our talk,” the doctor said as she made her way out and shut the door behind her. “And where the hell you two been?” I asked, noticing the new fits they both were rocking. For the first time in a long time they both rocked stilettos. But why to a hospital? Malina even had her hair flat ironed while Divine had hers long and curly. Even their makeup was on point. “Houston,” Divine said quickly. “Umhmm. For what? An interview?” “Business… get you some,” Divine responded as she and Malina high-fived each other. “Like what?” Hell, I was curious as to why they were all dolled up this early in the morning. “So this nigga got a baby?” Divine changed the subject.

“Bitch, what you gonna do? I’d pull the plug if I were you,” Malina hissed, rolling her eyes at my man. “Malina, chill,” Divine said. “I’m just saying. I hope she ain’t tripped out over this nigga.” “Bitch, when you get a nigga, you will understand,” I said while rolling my eyes. She and Nyssa always had something to say about Pernel. Malina didn’t have the right to speak about what she would do because her slow ass couldn’t keep no damn man. Didn’t no nigga want no lame-ass bitch. That’s why her ass was always single. “Y’all bitches chill. I’ght? This nigga in here about to meet Jesus and y’all arguing,” Divine whispered. “She started it,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Whatever. I’m about to sit in the car. You can cry over Pernel ass if you wanna,” Malina said as Divine tossed her the keys. “She done went shopping and now she feeling herself,” I said when she was out of range. “You good, though?” Divine asked with a serious look on her face. “Yeah, I’m straight. Just confused.” “About what? Pernel having a baby surprised you?” “Nah, the age of the baby is what gets me. If I would have kept my baby, our babies would be the same age, Divine. I ain’t lying. This nigga begged me to get an

abortion. That just fucks my head up.” I shook my head and leaned back on the cold and hard hospital couch. “Word?” “Word.” “Dang. I knew Pernel wasn’t shit, but I didn’t know he was that messed up.” “Who you telling? Aborted my baby to keep this nigga happy, not knowing that he wasn’t happy to begin with.” “How you figure that?” “Shit, he had a whole family across town.” “But he came home to you every night.” “Only because that bitch was married. I’d be willing to bet my whole life that if his baby mama wasn’t married, that’s where he would have been.” “See, you can’t think like that, cuzz.” “But it’s true. He was using me, Divine. Took me two days to say that aloud and accept it.” “We all get used in life, but you and Pernel been together a pretty minute. I’m sure it was some love there.” “You think so?” “I know so.” “What should I do?” “What you mean?” “Should I let this nigga die? The longer he stays on

life support, the more brain activity he has. If I tell them to pull the plug today, he might die. I’m thinking like fuck this shit and fuck that nigga. To hell with him.” “See, you can’t be like that. I’m pretty sure Pernel wouldn’t let you die.” “Pernel don’t give a damn about me, and the proof is in the eyes of his child.” “I think you should let him live.” Just as I was about to respond, a woman entered the room with a baby in her arms. I couldn’t tell if it was the same baby that I had seen in the pictures. “And who are you?” I asked, knowing the answer to my own question. Just needed to hear her say it. “I’m Pernel’s fiancé, and who are you?” “What?” Divine asked, standing up. “Who?” I asked, in a state of confusion. “His soon to be wife.” She flashed her small ass ring. “And this is our daughter. Are you the whore that had my fiancé in a closet and almost got him killed?”