Ghetto *An August Alsina Fan Fiction*

Chapter 21- Decisions

I'm so sorry for this long wait. I appreciate everyone's condolences on the last chapter. Thank y'all for sticking with this story through the wait♥ This is more of a filler chapter, the next one will be better!!! Excuse my mistakes.

******************************************

*Keyanna*

I stood up from the hard chair I was sitting in and stretched. We had only been in this waiting room for about an hour, but it seemed like forever. Every second that passed without us finding out anything about Denzel's condition was torturous. Right now, it was only August and I at the emergency room. Mel was on his way, and August told Marcus to get rid of Huey's body. I didnt know what he was going to do with him, I just hope he doesn't get in any trouble.

"Where are you going?" August questioned, looking up at me. His eyes were red and the worry was written all over his face. He had barely said anything since we'd been here. I hadn't tried talking to him yet because I knew it wouldn't do any good. He was one of those people who wanted to be left alone to think during hard times.

"I can't sit in here and wait anymore. Im gonna walk around for a few minutes, " I answered. I was going crazy sitting in this waiting room. There was so many people in the same predicament as us, all waiting on statis updates of their loved ones. I get sensitive when it comes to things like this. Seeing all these people cry made me want to cry as well, but I was trying to keep it together.

"Do you want me to come with you?" August asked. 

"No, stay here in case a doctor comes out," I responded. I took off walking in a random direction. I didnt have a particular destination in mind, I just wanted to get out of that waiting room. As I walked I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Denzel wasn't okay. Things would never be the same. God has already taken one brother from me, I pray he doesn't take another. 

I couldn't help but feel like this was all my fault. If I hadn't texted Denzel telling him to meet us, he would've never been shot. I could have prevented all this from happening. If Denzel doesn't make it, I won't be able to live with myself. Even though I didn't pull the trigger, I would have to wake up every morning knowing that Denzel was gone because of me.

After a few minutes I ended up outside. The sun had set long ago, and some of the street lights were beginning to come on. It has been a long day. I found a seat on a bench and watched the people pass by. While I sat and watched, I began to think about Kiara. I wasn't sure if her and Denzel were on speaking tems, but I think this is something she would want to know. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.

"Hello," she answered after a few rings.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I asked. I didn't want to just come right out and tell her what had happened.

"I'm good. How 'bout you?" Kiara asked nicely.

"I've been better," I responded truthfully.

"What's wrong?" She sounded genuinely concerned. I guess it was time to tell her. I struggled to find the right words to explain this to her.

"Uhh... it's Denzel," I said slowly. I was on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong with him?" she questioned. I could sense the worry in her voice. I knew they still cared about each other.

"He got shot earlier today," I managed to get out before the tears started falling again.

"Is he okay!?!" she asked in a panicked tone. I heard shuffling in the background so i'm assuming she moved from wherever she was.

"I don't know. We're at the emergency room downtown. We've been here for over an hour and they still haven't told us anything," I said slowly. Kiara was crying by this point. It was hard to think about Denzel being hurt.