Passionfruit

Is There More?

RECOGNIZE I'M BACKKKK... sorry for leaving yall on that cliffhanger lol, I had no idea it'll be almost a year before I ended up updating this story, let alone any of my stories. Anyways school was interfering with my thoughts and ideas and my time and yadayadayada buuuuut I hope y'all didn't forget about me lol... enjoyyyy

Savon
Chicago, IL, 2016

My eyes fluttered open, being blinded a bright light. I sat up, immediately regretting it, my stomach had a bandage around it.

"Sss", my stomach felt like I got stabbed about fifty times.

"He's up!", mama rushed over to me, giving me a light hug.

"I'm so happy you alright! But boy what the hell is wrong witchu?", she slapped my shoulder.

Even when you already hurt, black moms will try to hurt you even more.

After a long lecture about safe driving, I asked for sometime alone with Passion. She was still asleep in her Spongebob pajamas. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she had on some slides.

I sat up a little more, so that I was comfortable.

"Passion.", she shifted around in the chair.

"Passion.", her eyes popped open. She ran up to me, hugging me.

"You good?"

"Yeah. Mama just left so if you need to go, you can."

"Really? I'm staying with you. I know you hate me right now but- "

"Wait when I said I hated you? I just don't feel like bein' bothered right now." She shook her head, walking toward me.

"I'm staying here with you Savon." Just as I was about to say something, someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Collins?"

"Yes."

"Hello I'm Doctor Aziz, I came here to inform that you fractured a rib and you have a broken ankle as well. While both injuries take some time to heal, you are free to leave as early as Thursday." Passion thanked him and he left the reason.

"I don't need you to speak for me."

"You're pushing me away. Why?", I ignored her and continued watching BET.

"If you gonna ask stupid ass questions, you can just leave." She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"Savon you shouldn't have caused all of that chaos at the restaurant. It was unecessary and honestly embarassing. You turned a good evening into something ugly. I was having fun, a good ass time in a long time, and you ruined that for me. It's like you don't see me happy."

"Pash why would you even say that-"

"Because I can't be happy with you and I start trying to be happy with someone else and you won't even let that happen."

"You deserve more than that lizard lookin', lame ass nigga."

"What do I deserve then Savon?", she came closer, with a glint of hope in her eye. She was probably hoping I would say myself, but even then she deserved somebody better than me. She looked down fiddling with her fingers.

"You know I'll love you and I'll always love you, but we both know I am not going to wait around for you forever. You said to give you time a long time ago, but I was sticking around for so long, I was starting to feel stuck. That's unhealthy Von, why be stuck on something you know you'll never have? I know my worth, and I know that someone else would appreciate everything I have to offer not just a little piece. "

"Is there more?"

"More of what?"

"Anymore damage you wanna do?", I asked her looking down at my stomach and ankle.

She shook her head and scoffed, walking out of the room. Just then Trell walked into the room, pausing at the doorway, chuckling.

"I don't even gotta ask", he started to walk over to me. But I couldn't help to think about what Passion was telling me.

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"My nigga back up in this thang, ankle twisted like a chicken wang."

"Mannn, get yo lame ass on." Trell was always on snapchat. 'ole lightskin ass nigga. He finally put the phone down and started the car. My ankle still hurt like shit, and I was on crutches. My rib just stung a little bit, and every now and then I would feel a sharp pain. I was good for the most part.

"You need help G?", Trell asked I struggled to get the door.

"No I don't need you. That shit gay.", I told him trying to get ahold of the door without it going back in and closing shut.

"Aight den.", he shrugged checking his rearview mirror.

A few grunts in, and Trell reached over to open up the door for me. I leaned against it, making a wider entrance. I put the crutches in the backseat, and sat down.

Sighing after all of that work, "I told you I had it nigga."

"Put that pride aside jit.", I rolled my eyes, and looked out the window. It felt good to be out of the hospital. I hadn't been outside since the accident, which was about a couple of days ago. I wonder what Pa-

"So what you gettin' in to first?"

"What you mean brah? I can barely walk. My ankle hurt like shit."

"Okay, but did you die tho?", smacking my teeth, I pulled out my phone. Trell looked down at my lap, seeing I was about to unlock my phone. I immediately went to my Instagram and started to type in Passion's username.

Trell started laughing out of the blue. "What's funny nigga?"

He calmed down and shook his head, still giggling. Bitch.

I didn't even bother scrolling through the "get well" comments and DM's. I searched the name, and saw her profile picture. No Posts Yet.

I tried to refresh my feed, but the same thing kept appearing. It said she had 48 posts though.

"You blocked nigga, stop trying.", he laughed.

"Blocked? How you know?"

"You never been blocked before?"

"Do I look like the type of nigga to get blocked Tre?" I was a handsome ass nigga. I was on everybody timeline, because everybody wanted to see me. I was a hot nigga.

"Well I guess its a first time for everything.", he continued to laugh. He was really getting a kick out of this.

She really blocked me.

*if you can't see the next chapter properly,add the book into your library and then refresh it.

*if you like this, go read Diamond in the Rough