Host of Imperfections

Chapter 50

It was just a matter of time before Solange's secret would come to light and have the rest of the family overwhelmed with remorse.

That night when I got the call letting me know she was in the hospital- at the most, a million explanations started running through my head as to why. From what I was told, my parents were out doing their own thing that evening leaving her at home alone. It was nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact that she was usually with friends. For some apparent reason she'd neglected any offers to hang out; a move she would've definitely acted upon differently if she knew what was in store.

Beaten brutally and stabbed a total of 8 times; wounds found in random places like she'd tried to fight the perpetrator off while being attacked made it evident that whoever had gotten to her wanted to make sure she suffered and was put to rest soon. As if that wasn't enough torture, a huge gash found across the side of her neck had medical examiners saying this person had definitely attempted to slice her throat before fleeing the scene but failed with doing anymore serious damage.

She'd survived everything much to their dismay. It was Solange that managed to pull herself together and call 911 once the coast was clear. The ambulance was still in route when my parents returned home to their worst nightmare.

According to investigators on the scene, there was no sign of a forced entry indicating this random attack was done by just anyone. She had to know the person. After hearing that, there was no question in my mind as to who the number one suspect could've been. Trent's name was written all over this. Almost in a daze and afraid to speak, I sat in the waiting room until the wee hours of the morning with the rest of my family. Jay never left my side doing the best he could at reciting a few comforting words. I heard him talking but had no idea what he was actually saying. All I could think of was how the conversation Solange and I had literally hours earlier foreshadowed this mass confusion. Ironic or just a simple misinterpretation?

"There've been better days but I can't argue with the fact that I'm up and breathing right?" Hearing the sound of her voice in my head didn't helped my guilt subside either. Part of me felt responsible for never taking this whole thing as serious as it really was. 'I should've said something to someone sooner.' I kept thinking. Of course if Solange was the only one I talked to about it, she'd end up changing my mind about doing so. It's like she knew something was going to happen but avoided it for fear of making things worse.

A trip to the hospital without knowing if you're going to make it out alive or not? Things couldn't get worse than that.

'Do you know who could've done this to your daughter? Did she have any enemies? Delusional Ex-Boyfriends?' Even while in the hospital, cops swarmed my parents with questions. I had to remind myself they were just doing their job. When they weren't able to think of any reasonable explanations I could feel Camille staring at me. I guess she could see the emotion all over my face saying I knew something but was afraid to say so. I couldn't take it much longer. I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I told them everything from the first time I found out that he'd hit her up until the time she said she was pregnant and he wasn't feeling the idea of her keeping the child. Camille added her two-sense as well from what she'd witnessed the night Solange had found herself in trouble with the law and we picked her up.

My parents and Aunt's were completely taken back by it all but didn't have time to fully fret considering the fact that they hadn't heard a word from doctors since they claimed to be mending Solange's serious wounds and shoving a tube down her throat to help sustain her breathing.

All of the previous drama would have to be discussed at a later date.

Up to four hours we sat in that lounge praying and anticipating news on her well being while the cops took the lead they had and went on about their business. Eventually we all got what we hoped for. Solange would be fine as well as the baby she was carrying. As if some type of invisible force was protecting her womb, the baby was the farthest thing from being hurt throughout the attack.