The Start Of A Good Thing (Book 1)

Chapter 36

That same Thursday at 5:31pm, India and Tyrika were sitting next to each other in Trevor’s hospital room. Tyrika had her head down staring at the ground while India kept her gaze on her boyfriend. She sat quietly hearing the constant beeping of the heart monitor.

            Trevor lied in the bed with his eyes closed, not looking well. The TV in the room broadcasted the news that was happening around the world. Despite everything the reporter said, it didn’t really mean anything to India or Tyrika, who were fixated on their own worries. 

            The two of them had been there all day, waiting and praying. The doctor said Trevor would live, but the injuries were so serious that his body may not fully be able to heal. He had been shot three times in the torso. Even though the bullets stuck a few major organs like his liver and kidneys, it didn’t do as much damage as it could. Still, the gunshot wound Trevor suffered to the thigh could have been bad enough to prevent him from walking for years to come.

             Tyrika glanced up and caught sight of her brother. “You know he’s gonna make it right…” she stated, seeming a little dazed. India glanced at Tyrika confused. “Trev strong like that. Always has been. Aint no way a few gunshots gon’ stop em.” Not knowing exactly what to say, India nodded in agreement. “You know who did this don’t you?” she turned her stare to India who shook her head.

            “Who?” India asked out of pure curiosity.

            “Some nigga named Zone,” she coldly answered. “Him and Spade.”

            “Zone?” India wondered. She had no idea who that was. “Who’s he?”

            Tyrika leaned back in the chair, still looking at Trevor. “He’s one of the boys from Salt Lake that jumped my brotha’. Remmeba’ you was there.” India’s eyes shot blank. She thought about how Trevor and her first met. Her memory brought her back to the dumpster she hid behind while Trevor got beaten. India’s heart sank in her chest and she slouched in her seat.

            “Oh my God…” she cried. “It’s my fault. I’m the reason he got shot…” She raised her hands to her face feeling extremely guilty about her boyfriend’s condition.

Tyrika placed her hand on India’s leg for comfort. “…No, it aint yo fault,” she assured. “Trev told me everythin’. It’s not yo fault that happened.”

“Yea it is,” India denied, shaking her head. “If I would have just got a taxi or something, that never would have happened.”

“And ya’ll would have never met,” Tyrika added. She looked at India, watching as she beat herself up for no reason. “Girl… you changed my brotha’. I aint use to neva’ see Trev smile like I do now. Smilin’ and Trev was like the moon blockin’ the sun, and that’s rare.” India lightly smirked at her comment. “What I’m trynna say is Trev happy, if not just a little . . . And you know what that makes you right?” India raised her head, waiting for Tyrika to finish. “A miracle worker,” Tyrika laughed. “I’m for real though. Girl, you done worked a miracle.”

“No, I didn’t,” India chuckled, feeling a little better.