Broken

47.

I wonder if August got pulled over once for being on his phone and driving because HE ALWAYS DO IT!

*

Izel

I woke up in the middle of the night from hearing a lot of noise come from the other house.

I got up off the couch I had fell asleep on and walked over to the main house.

When I walked in there, I saw Zane and Travon with blood all over them and I got worried quick.

I didn't see August nor Travis with them.

"What happened? Where's August and Travis?" I frowned.

"Zel, listen baby, we're going to go to the hospital." Mama Sheila said while wiping her tears and grabbing her stuff.

"W-why? And where is August and Travis?!" I noticed my voice got louder.

"Zel, just come with us.." Travon handed me my jacket.

I slipped on my shoes and walked outside with them to the car.

*

The ride to the hospital was quiet, but I could tell everyone had a lot on their minds.

When we finally made it to the hospital, I was the first to get out and head for the entrance.

"Where is August and Travis?" I asked one last time, already fed up because no one would answer my question.

"Look, Travis is fine, but Aug -" Zane stopped talking and looked over at Travon.

"August got shot at when we were out and he's in critical condition right now."

I looked at him in defeat and I could feel tears falling down on my hot cheek.

"C-can we go to the floor h-he's on?" I cried harder.

"Come on."

Zane wrapped his arm around me and we walked toward the elevator.

When we got to the floor, I saw Travis sitting down with his head in his hands.

"Have they said anything?" Mama Sheila asked while sitting next to him.

"Nah - Not yet. But I know he's aight." He spoke.

We sat in silence, waiting for the doctor to come out and let us know he's okay.

I noticed I was biting my nails, so I immediately stopped.

The doors busted open and the doctor walked with a clipboard.

"Family of August Alsina?" He asked.

"Yes, that's us. Please tell me he's okay Doc." Mama Sheila rushed out.

"He's fine. We succeeded in getting the bullets out of him. I have to say, he's a really strong person. Those bullets could have killed him. He's in a lot of pain right now, so only one person in at one time would be great, and also, he asked for his mother - I'm guessing that is you?" He pointed to Mama Sheila.

"Yes - I'll be right back so you all can see him." She said.

We all nodded our heads in agreement and sat back down.

I was relieved that my baby was okay.

"Travis, August isn't going with you guys out anymore."

"Good luck on tellin' him that."

"I'm just glad he's okay. I had a feeling something bad would happen. I should have never let him leave."

"Zel, calm down. This ain't your fault."

"Do you know who shot him?"

"Nah, but he knew August name. Some light skin guy with a low cut."

I thought about the people who didn't like August and Marquez matched that description.

Why would he want to go so far and try to kill August though? I hope it wasn't for me.

Once Mama Sheila walked out, I saw how tired she looked.

"Mama, you want me to take you home so you can rest?" Travis asked.

"Please? I can't stand seeing my baby like that." She shook her head.

"I'm gonna stay here with him." I told them before they walked off.

"That's fine. I'll come back tomorrow morning and get you." Travis said.

I nodded and they walked off.

I took a deep breath before walking into his room.

He didn't look so bad. He had a two huge patches on the side of his stomach and another one on his shoulder.

He was sleeping right now, so I tried to stay quiet.

I sat in the chair that was next to his bed and watched his bare chest heave up and down.

"My poor baby." I frowned and held his hand.

I felt him squeeze my hand and he looked over at me.

"Stop allat cryin', i'm fine Zel." He spoke low.

His voice was very raspy and deep.

"I don't like seeing you hurt - I'm sorry this happened to you."

"Don't apologize - The nigga dat chose ta pull dat trigga' gon be sorry." He sat up a little bit.

I decided not to tell him that there was a possibility that Marquez shot him because he'd get angry.

"Just relax - Whoever it was will get theirs." I helped him sit up some more so he'd be comfortable. "I thought I lost you, August."

"Nah baybeh, I ain't goin' no whea'."

I smiled and gave him a kiss