My Ex-Man

Chapter 27

I head back to Brysons house to get ready. I needed to take a bath before i started on my hair, and make up. My hair would take the longest since it was all the way down my back. I  made it back to the house and laid our clothes on the bed and headed towards the tub to run my bath water. I ran back to the room and plugged up my phone to the radio playing pandora and 702- get it together was on.
"Oh this my shit"
I turned it up all the way and headed back in the bathroom and got in the tub. I was loving this bath all I could think about was how good things were going and I was feeling Bryson even more now. I took my bath and jammed it out the whole time. I finished up and threw my panties and bra on and started on my hair. It took me forever but the music was a big help. My hair would be popping after I take these rollers out. I started on my makeup and it was looking real good for a rookie. I finished everything around 8 o'clock. I called Bryson but no answer which was kinda funny because he usually would be getting off around this time. My phone rung, without even looking at the caller ID I answered.
"Hello."
"Kristy did you hear about the shooting that went on in the hood?"
"No! who was involved?"
"Lil Randy and the police. He ended up shooting 3 of the officers."
At this point all I could think about was Bryson.
"OMG BRYSON!"
I scrambled around looking for the remote for the tv to turn the news on. The lady on tv speaks
"Today there was a shoot out down Martin Luther King involving the cops and suspect Randy Davis Jr. 3 cops were shot and were rushed to the hospital to seek treatment. The knowing of there health is unknown at the moment but we will keep you updated.
"WHO WAS SHOT TRINA?"
"I don't know. I just heard gun shots and looked outside my house. It's still going on, they trying to bust lil Randy for drugs and something about shooting a guy name Zane. I'm so mad bae bout to go to jail."
"Trina not now! I need to know if Bryson is okay."
I hang up the phone and call Bryson's office number. No answer so I call the station.
"Where's Bryson?"  I said interrupting everything the man was saying.
"Bryson's out on a case."
"The case that's on tv about the shooting? Who got shot?"
"I wouldn't be able to tell you that information."
"What can you tell me? What hospital are they at?"
"I wouldn't be able to give out that information as well unless you are family member or wife."
"I'm his fucking fiancé!" What hospital?"
"White Memorial ma'am"
I hang up and throw some clothes on and head out the door to go to the hospital.