Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 14

   I arrive at the hospital 20 minutes later and rush in to find Mitch sitting in the waiting room.

   "Hey, wussup, man." She says as she brings me in for a hug.

   "What happened, Mitch." I ask her as we part from the hug. "Where my Moma? How is she?"

   "Okay, slow down, bruh." She says, as she sits back down. "Have a seat."

   "Naw, man. I wanna' see my Moma. Where my Moma at?!" I am growing impatient.

   "Nigga, have a seat so I can tell you." She slightly whispers.

   I have a seat in a chair next her and take a deep breath.

   "Listen, bro." She starts. "Don't flip out, alright? I know she means the world to you and everything-"

   "Nigga, just spit the shyt out." I snap.

   She takes a deep breath. "Yo' moms in a coma." She says.

   I look at her but she does not look back. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

   "What?" I ask, rising from my seat. "Where is she, I wanna' see ha'."

   "We can't yet." She tells me. "They still running tests on her, man."

   "Naw, I wanna' see ha' now!" I say as I walk to the front desk, demanding her room number.

   "Jae! Jae!" Mitch yells as she grabs onto me, pulling me away from the desk and taking me back outside. "Rahjaé, calm down!"

   "No!" I yell, the tears coming down my face as I try to go back in, but she gets in front of me.

   "Calm down. It'll be okay." She says calmly.

   "No, you don't understand." I cry as I sit on the curb. "I wasn't there for her. I wasn't looking after her cause I was mad n' shyt. Being stupid, its all my fault, Mitch."

   "Its not your fault, Jae." She says, sitting down next to me.

"Its those drugs man, its making her sick. Plus she's a diabetic. Its just a lot her body has to juggle man."

   I sob in my hand to myself and think about how messed up I've been acting towards my mother. I never meant to leave her and now she is in the hospital and I can't even be by her side.

   Man, how I hate myself right now.

   I get up and walk to my car which is parked on the curb.

   "Where you going, Jae?" Mitch asks me.

   "I don't know," I say as I get into my car, light a blunt, and drive off.

  

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                                -2 a.m.-

   "Let me get another shot." I say to the bartender.

   As I sit in this bar on the south end of town, taking shots of Bacardi, Hennessey, and whatever else I want, I don't really care that I'm mixing my dark liquor with my light. I'm just drinking my feelings away. The only problem is that all this drinking is making me feel worse, so I light a blunt. Now I'm smoking my feelings away; this being my third blunt within the hour. So I'm blowed.

   I take another shot before hitting my blunt again. The room is blurry and spinning every time I turn my head, but I keep hitting my blunt until its down to a bug and I leave it in the ashtray on bar.