Bulletproof Love

TREY YOUNG IS MY FUTURE BABYDADDY; MAURY

A/N ^_^ Do you like my chapter title? Oh and BIG Shoutout to @iBasedSupreme for the story cover! Thank her! And I hope this chapter will be long as the last one! And thanks for sticking with me! And-

"JUST CONTINUE THE STORY ALREADY!!!"

SORRY!

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"I didn't do anything!" Jamie yelled.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

She seemed shakier, less feisty, as we argued in the lobby of this hospital.

I took in my surroundings finally, as Jamie cried into Trey's chest.

The walls were all white, a feeling of purity I suppose the workers wanted the temporary guests to feel. As if that would work. In hospitals, more times than not, everyone is worried. If not for themselves, than for the safety of others.

More than just the walls, but everything was white.

Everything except one corner of the room.

That corner was red and black, but I probably am the only one who will ever notice that.

It was covered by a stripped off-white and white flower plant.

In front of that flower plant was a long white couch; a sofa if that was a more appropriate word to call it.

That made me wonder...

Why wasn't that part of the lobby white?

Were the painters to lazy to paint that, and just said 'forget it", got their money, and left?

Did the painters just not realize they forgot to paint a part?

Was the intentional what they did? Did this simplify the meaning of not everything or everyone is perfect, or pure.

While I wondered all of these things, I couldn’t help but take in Jamie’s appearance as well.

She was wearing black pencil skirt, and a white button up blouse.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

So why did I have the urge to kill her?

To pound her face until she coughs up blood?

Trey’s appearance also left me speechless.

He had on casual blue jeans, and a hoodie.

Had he worn those things before we left the house?

Before all of this happened.

Had Jamie worn these casual clothes before they rushed her to the hospital, instead of the slutty ones she normally wears?

I felt lightheaded as watched Jamie lift up her head, and, may I dare say it?

She kissed Trey.

And he did nothing to prevent it.

I watched as their lips moved in synch with each other.

Shedding a tear, I pounced on her.

The all white outcome of everything turned black, blue and red.

No longer pure, no longer perfect.

Security guards tried pulling me off of Jamie’s body, but nothing worked.

I never stopped…

Until her breathing ceased, and she was dead…

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