Africa (urban)

Chapter 19

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Jamal POV

"So when we gone make these moves cause I want homeboy's head"

"Niggah slow yo ass down.. We need to play this shit out."

Man. Mike act like wea aint did this shit before. Im ready to go for ole boy head. HE the one thats acting all bitchy right now. 

"Alright. Well you calling the shots so just let me know what we doing and you know Im down"

"Whipped or nah?" This niggah.

"She got you saying that shit too huh?" He nodded and I just laughed. Him saying that made me think about Africa crazy ass. I put my head down and was finna walk out when Mike stopped me. He dismissed everybody and told me to sit. I did as told.

"WHats up man?"

"Look. Jamal. I understand that you liking my daughter and all that, but you need to hold your horses man. I know you mad, but can you imagine how bad I want to fuck this niggah up? Im tryna hold myself back. Im just saying..If my daughter wake up take care of her. And that little girl of yours, make sure she is taken care of." I nodded my head to everything he said and was finna get up when he said,

"One more thing, I dont think this is the life for you man. Try and get outta here. I den fucked up to many times risking my family and shit. Thats a story for another day, but you gotta get outta here man"

I dapped him up and left. I was gone go back to the hospital, but visiting hors would be over in 10 minutes. I made a U turn and went back to my house. I went inside and made my way upstairs. I go into the shower and thought about the only thing that cant leave my mind: Africa. I thought about when I first saw her. She was sitting in the back of the classroom with her face in her phone. Her face was always in her phone. She never really talked to anybody. She would just keep to herself. She aint like the hoes at our school that is always in drama and other people's business. That day I saw her with her face into her phone I felt te urge to make my move. Once I saw she was reading, I wasnt surprised but impressed. She was just what I pictured her to be like. Quiet. When I called her out her name. I knew that I had fucked up. I had fucked up my entire plan. When I saw her phone in my car, I knew that was GOD giving me a second chance. I got to get her. I aint been praying like Im supossed to but I need to be.

I got out the shower with that last thought still on my mind. I got a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I went to my bed and was abut to lotion my body and I realized I was procrastinating. I need to stop eing a bitch and face the reality. I need to talk to GOD. I put the lotion down and knelt down at the side of my bed. I closed my eyes and:

Dear Heavenly Father I know that I am the last person on your list of contacts. I am coming to you because I am in need of your assistance once again. My girlf- lady friend is in the hospital in a coma. A coma Lord. I am asking that you pull her out of this coma. God I ask that you heal her. I am asking that you allow her to give me a chance. God I am in need of guidance. In Jesus name I pray, AMEN.

I got off my knees and did what I had to do to get to bed. 

Africa POV

"Africa. Africa. Africa. What am I gonna do with you? First you steal my heart and give me a child. Then you killed him. You know I used to love you. Shit. I still do. I love you so much. I loved our son too. But on  with the point. I came to let you know. This shit is not over. Like I said before Imma get what I want. Whether that being just you or another little KJ. So hurry and wake up for daddy." I couldnt attack him. The one time I would stand up for myself I couldnt get him. Bitch niggah talking about my son. Imma fuck him up. I felt this bitch niggah kiss my lips and say, "Remember bae, I love you. You can have this when you wake up" He took my son's chain. That was the only thing of KJ's I changed. I turned it into a bracelet. 

He left and I tried to open my eyes. Besides the fact that I am extremely stressed. From Keith coming in here fucking with me to my dad and Jamal talking. If my monitors arent going crazy, then I dont know what is. I need to talk to my dad. Jamal. I dont wanna talk to him at all. He broke up with me and told me to grow up. He has no idea of the fact that I had to grow up faster than I wanted to. He aint had no child die in his arms. He aint have a daddy leave nd just pop back up like nothing happened. He didnt ruin his parent's marriage. He didnt kill his grandmother. And he has the nerve to tell me that I need t grow up. How fucking selfish can someone get? I dont hav the time for this shit. I wanna get up and walk outta this fucking coma and I cant. Im forced to see my fucking dead son that when I get outta this shit aint gone be there. I know that I should cherish these moments and I am, but I cant help but think of when I leave this lightened place leaving my son behind. 

I need to talk to my dad. I need him hear talking to me. I need him to tell me that everything is going to be okay. I need him to rock me to sleep. I need him to let me know that he is there for me. I want him to tell me that he is on my side and that everyone is not trying to attack me. 

Scratch all this shit. I had myself this entire time, I can hold myself the rest of the time. 

"Mommy.."

"Yes baby" I said craddling myself.

"I love you mommy" I burst into tears.

"I love you more baby. More than you will ever know. More than I can even tell you. But mommy has to go.. okay? Mommy is leaving, but I promise I will be back?"

"No mommy..Dont come back hea. You do gwood fur meee mommyyyy.. " I hugged him tight. My baby was right. I need to stop bitching and make it through these last couple of weeks of school. NObody wanna hear my sob story. Nobody is gone stop in this selfish world and tend to my needs. I came in this world alone, and last time I checked my casket aint gone be a group home. Just me. 

"You right baby. Im gone do  good for you KJ."

"Fur you to mommy"

"And me too baby" I slightly opened my eyes. It was dark in here. I looked around and I was in deed in one of my most hated locations. The fucking hospital. Laying in this fuckin "bed" as they would call it. Its like a changing table for adults. I have to get the fuck outta here. I tried to grab my phone, and accidentally pushed that damn nurse calling button. I aint wanna be bothered, so I was hoping that they missed my call. Nope. Sure enough a short white man and 2 nurses came rushing into the room. They just stared at me.

"Umm..Hi" When I said that my throat started hurting. My throat was dry as hell. They sensed it and once nurse gave me some water, while the other 2 just fucking stared. When she got back I tried to sit up and fucking failed. My leb was throbbing too. Who ever shot me, fucked me up. 

"My goodness are yall just gone sit there? When can I leave?" The white man came and checked me. The other 2 just assisted him. They were all still looking at me with concern. 

"Do I have something on my face?" They shook their heads. One nurse left, and the other remained to help the man that Iearned was Dr.Richards. He said my wounds are slowly healing. They finished left the room.  I might as well take a nap. Just woke up and I am tired ad shit. I yawned and couldnt turn to my side or lift the covers. I hate depending on people. So I sucked it up and tried to fall asleep. I never depended on others to do shit. When I had KJ, I did what I had to do to help him. I didnt need help or to be anyone's charity case. When Keith used to hit me, and I couldnt move, I did for myself. So a little shoulder, leg, and chest pain aint shit to me.

I am dosing off and I hear a knock at the damn door. Oh my gosh.

"What?" I said with an attitude, I need to sleep. He walks in and I just stiffen.

Hmm. So I needed one more comment but just wanted to update. So here it is. It was kind of emotional huh? Yea I know. Anyways, I appreciate the feedback from you guys. What did yall think? I was gone leave Africa in the coma for a little longer, but I felt it was moving a little to slow. Tell me if yall agree.

Africa is up. This niggah Keith dont quit huh?  Jamal and Mike got some plans..

GOAL

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