"Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad." - Henry Wadsworth longfellow
I wake up to the smell of French Toast. It always enjoyed the smell, but it tasted like sweet fried eggs. Yuck. I got up, slipping on my shirt to see Nick cooking in the kitchen. I didn't really want to see him, because of the scene i put on last night. I'm sure he heard.
"Good Morning Gusher". He smiled at me before flipping the French toast.
Were French Toast made in France?
"Good Morning, and don't call me that". I sat at the table, my hand on my chin. Nick chuckled, and put his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay. But i can totally make you feel good". He smirked, putting his French Toast; which he in fact did not offer to me even though i don't like them, on his plate.
"Ugh, why does everybody keep saying that". I got up to go look for Jessica, before leaving i heard him question 'everyone'.
I walked in the living room finding Jessica and her dog moochie on the couch watching some TV show.
"Morning". I said sitting next to her.
"Morning". She replied, her eyes never slipping away from the TV.
"Imma go to the store, wanna come"? I asked.
"No, bring back Pineapple pop". She said, popping the p.
"Nick i'm going to the store, wanna come?" I said hollering to the next room.
"Yeah. Let me grab my shoes." I slipped on some pants, and my baby doll flats. Not caring how i looked, i hopped in Nick's car. Nick drove. Recklessly if i may add. We arrived at the corner store in less than five minutes. I grabbed some skittles, and a ice tea, a pop for jess, and i went to the Cash register. Nick was waiting for me in the car. Two guys came in, grabbing something to drink. They reeked of Alcohol. Vodka, to be exact.
They two men looked very suspicious. I got nervous, grabbing my money to pay for the little of shit i had.
"Hey Bitch"! One of the men shouted at me, tried not to look that way but failed.
"Lemme get a dollar". The other one hollered. I hurried to pay for my things, and rushed out of the store. I was almost out the door until a guy grabbed me.
"I asked for a dollar. I was being nice. I want all yo shit now". The guy hollered in my face, spit flying on my lips. I dared not to lick them.
"No get off of me". I yelled, trying to tug. I got away when i heard a gun shot. I kept running. I was so scared that i passed the car. My Side was in pain. I kept running until i fell. I could no longer feel my legs. My air was leaving my lungs. I could feel every breath slipping away. I tried to cry but i couldn't move. I was slowly dyeing. My life was flashing before my eyes. I was shot in my side, yet the only thing that hurt was my heart. I was in so much stress. I heard Nick Calling my name.
Everything went black.
*
"Will she be okay"?
"We'er working on it, she'll survive".
"Just a bullet to her right side, exited right next to her spine. She's lucky, if that bullet would have hit her spine, she would have been paralyzed."
Door closes.
"Honey, i'm not sure if you can hear me. But i love you, i'll let you rest".
Door Closes.
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