Fresno, California
Erica's Pov
2:45pm
"Glad to see you're awake" Bishop grinned as he walked into the room.
"Took yo fat ass long enough" I muttered.
I leaned some more into the recliner. Mitch was outside talking to that bitch. I pray to God he checked his ass or else he'll be burying another brother.
"Hmm .. I see the swelling has went down a bit" he examined her.
"No! Shyt dum ass" I rolled my eyes.
"Alright!" He put his stethoscope away. "Let me run some more tests and if everything is good, then you'll be set to leave"
"How long would that be"
"Well depending on her surgery results we do have-
"Surgery!?" I blurted out.
He looked at me with disbelief and closed his eyes. Slowly opening em', he reverted his attention to Cyn.
"What the fuck you mean surgery!?"
".. Mrs Santana-
"Mena."
"Uh Mena, you got damage to your small intestine and a few broken ribs, so we think surgery would best suit you"
She just nodded her at him and continued to stare at the wall. Bishop cleared his throat and scurried off when he seen the look I was giving him.
Once the room was clear; I pulled up a chair close to the side of her bed. She startled a bit when my thumb caressed her hand.
"Y-you should be more nice" a few words finally left her mouth.
"I am nice" I protested.
"Erica please don't tell another bullshyt story, and you know- AHHH!" She cried out in pain as she tried to lift herself up.
I jumped out of my seat and rushed to her rescue. Slowly helping her lift her body to sit straight. Her gown slightly revealed some of her purple bruises.
Once I got her situated, I sat back down in my seat. The t.v. was on but the volume was low. My phone buzzed and a few messages popped up on the screen.
Juan- Someone trashed the warehouse!
Juan- Where you at E!?
My nose flared up as my face turned bright red. I looked over at her as her eyes were glued to the t.v.
-omw!
I got up and dust myself off. Pursuing to leave, her hands clenched on to my shirt. My eyes turned to her.
"Stay." Although this was a simple word, her eyes told a story.
She was broken, terrified. I couldn't blame her, especially if I never was in that type of situation.
Her hands gripped my shirt tighter, pulling me close. She stared at the bed for a sec then at me. Coming to her conclusion, I slid on the other side of the bed and wrapped one of arms around her, gently.
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I Belong To You
Romance{Discontinued.} Seen as a "goody two-shoes" that's quite an advantage when it comes to Cyn. From the public's eye, she can't do no wrong. Her life seems to be Perfect as some would say. But how perfect is it, when lies, secrets, tends to flow throug...
