Rescue Me

Chapter 21.

Chresanto

I'd grown nervous when I reminisced back to the night of when I shot her exactly three days ago. After I shot her, she wasn't moving, and she didn't have a pulse. That had to mean she was. . . dead. I threw my head in my hands in disappointment in myself. A few sobs escaped my mouth, as I thought about many different memories with her. Happy ones, sad ones, angry ones, and sweet ones. 

"Man, i'm sorry." Blaze shook his head, placing his hand on my other shoulder. "Why didn't you tell us you knew her?" He queried. "We would've canceled the plan." 

"I didn't know she lived there. I didn't even know she moved." I explained as my sobbing increased.

"Oh." He sighed. "You good? You need some time alone or something?"

"Man don't even feel sorry for that nigga!" MadDog shook his head, obnoxiously. "You and I both know what that bitch did! She killed our gang leader! Now he knows how it feels to have someone so close to you die for unfair reasons!" He snapped.

"He's not wrong, ya know." Bix agreed. "None of this would have happened if it wasn't for her. We'd still have our gang leader, and everything would be good." He huffed. "But Bahja took all of that away from us. And now you know how it feels." He said to me.

I lifted my head from my hands, as my face hardened into a glare. "You have no idea what even went on in their relationship!" I shouted back, as I wiped my face with my hands. "Kaleb put his hands on her!  It got so bad to the fact that he was about to take her life! She defended herself!" I protected Bahja's name. I quickly stood up, and stormed out of the room and outside to the patio. 

Everyone is always so quick to judge Bahja. They always assume she's a bad person because of what she did. But half of them, don't even know the real story. I shook my head, and glanced out into the open sky. It was a shade of pink, which was a sign that the sun was just coming up. I huffed and thought about Bahja. When we first met. . . all the times we shared. 

Before I could even get deep in my thoughts, the tap on my shoulder broke my reverie. I sighed  seeing Blaze. He stood next to me, and mimicked my body position. 

"Don't even worry about them, man." He huffed, shaking his head. "They've never been in love in their lives. . . they have no idea what it's like to lose someone so close to you." 

I remained silent.

"Look, you can be mad at me for making you go through with the ambush or whatever," He turned directly to me. "Or you could be happy i'm even showing you some sympathy." 

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and half-smiled at him. "Thanks." I nodded.

"No problem, bro." He patted me on the back. "I'm gonna go get some food." He informed me, before leaving me in my thoughts. 

..

"She really is gone, Jordyn." I cried into the crook of her neck. She cradled me in her lap, as if I were a newborn child. She understood my relationship with Bahja...she was hurting just as much, infact. 

"I know this is hurting you, baby." She ran her fingers through my hair. "It's hurting me too." She sniffled.

"No, you don't understand." I sobbed, as I looked at her. "I'm the one who killed her. It's my fault." I shook my head, in disappointment. I hate myself for doing this. But I hate the gang even more for forcing me. I would've never done it if it wasn't for them.

To make me feel better, I guess..Jordyn connected our lips. She placed her hand on my left cheek as we got more intimate with each other. I inched off of her lap without breaking our passionate kiss. I ran my tongue across her bottom lip, and she quickly opened her mouth. As our tongues wrestled, I ran my hands down her firm body. Almost 2 minutes later, we broke our make-out session. 

I opened my eyes and stared into Jordyn's deep hazelnut eyes. "You know I love you, right?" I played with the end of her hair.

She nodded. "I love you more." She smiled, pecking my lips once more.

Just as we were about to get deeper into the kiss again, I heard the front door knob jiggle and move. I glanced towards the door, only to see Zonnique coming into the house. I furrowed my eyebrows and stood up to go hug her.

"When did you get back into town?" I asked, her, pulling away from our long friendly hug. In all honesty, I missed her a lot. I didn't know if she missed me too, judging by the look on her face.

"It's nice to see you too." She grinned. "We need to talk." She sighed, standing in an awkward position. She peered her eyes over towards the couch where Jordyn sat, looking at us with a confused expression. "Who's this?" She asked me.

"Oh... This is Jordyn." I smiled. "My. . . . girlfriend." I explained to her, cautiously. I don't know why her opinion meant so much to me. I guess since we used to date, her opinion is much needed for me. 

She twisted her lips to the side and quietly waved to Jordyn. I noticed something peculiar. . . she was wearing an arm cast. 

"What happened to your arm?" I pointed.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." She said through her teeth, trying not to let Jordyn hear. I slowly nodded and placed my hand on the front door. 

"Babe, i'll be right back." I said to Jordyn, before following Zonnique outside. I thought we were just going to chat on the porch, but we got into her car.

"Nique, what is it you need to talk to me about, because i'm not feeling too well." I huffed, latching my seat belt. 

I sat in the car, silently, anticipating the moment she'd tell me what was going on. "Zonnique.." I sighed. "Where have you been?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I moved to New York City." She replied, looking dead ahead. "And before you go asking why I did it, it was just because I needed some time away." She shrugged.

"Oh." I slowly nodded. I discreetly looked down at her stomach, realizing that there was no longer a bump. "Did you already give birth?" I curiously asked. I didn't mean to sound direct, but I was just a little confused. 

"Last month, actually." She responded, with a smile. "He's my little bundle of joy." 

I glanced at her with a blank expression. Was she really happy about this? I mean, she got raped by someone that abused her best friend, and got pregnant. Now, she's talking about it being her pride and joy. I was so bewildered, I decided to speak my thoughts aloud.

Zonnique gripped the steering wheel, at what I said to her. "Please, don't bring that up again. I was just starting to forget about that bitch." She growled, referring to Kaleb. "He haunts me enough, in my dreams." She shook her head.

". . . I'm sorry, Nique. I didn't mean to-" 

"It's whatever." She shook her head again, cutting me off in the middle of my apology. 

I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably for the rest of the ride. About 12 minutes later, we pulled up to the Piedmont Hospital. I furrowed my eyebrows, as she drove into the parking lot, but I decided to keep my mouth shut. She finally found an empty spot,  and took the keys out of the ignition. I unlatched my seat belt, and waited for her to get out of the car. When she finally did, we walked inside of the hospital.

"Zonnique, what are we doing here?" I scrunched up my face.

Her chest slowly rose, then dropped again. "There was a shooting at Bahja's house the other day. They shot me in my arm," She pointed to her arm cast. "and one of them shot Bahja in her shoulder. She's in a coma." 

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Excuse me for the short chapter. But I hope you enjoyed. Make sure to leave your comments. ;) -Monique