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Chapter 30: The Determination of Semaj Calhoun

Tasha was livid. It was her ten year anniversary with her husband and she did not intend to get a call or see on the news that Michael had been shot and was currently hospitalized. The delicious dinner that she thought she could have while stress free quickly turned into something totally different. The minute she stepped in the house, she was out. She spent multiple hours down at the station trying to get the information on the statements and then she spoke to Lenny, who too was a factor in the brawl. It was getting late by the time she had made it to the hospital and after clenched jaws, and dark eyes, the nurse at the counter finally escorted her to Michael's room. He was wide awake with a sleeping Semaj on his chest.

"I need to speak to you." She whispers putting her bag on the chair and walking around the bed her heels clicking on the floor and Michael sighs rolling his eyes.

"Can this wait? She's sleeping" Michael says nodding down to Semaj.

"I can damn well see she is sleeping but I need to speak with you." Tasha was not playing tonight and Michael could obviously see this. Not wanting to put fuel to the fire he moves his arm that was wrapped around Semaj and moves his good shoulder making her head move and she hops up.

"What-- Oh-- Hi Mrs. Fluellen," Semaj says her eyes adjusting to her surroundings.

"Hello Semaj, can I speak to Michael alone please?" Tasha wasted no time kicking her out of the room. Semaj, feeling the atmosphere tense quickly nods and gets up.

"I'm going down to go and get me something out of the vending machines and then I'll sit in the lobby," Semaj assures Michael and he nods his head before trying to adjust himself and Semaj leaves out of the room.

"What is wrong with you?" Tasha asks Michael folding her arms.

"Me? Shouldn't you be sayin that to tha nigga that shot me?" Michael asks grunting finally getting in a comfortable position.

"Michael I don't have time for you to be funny." Tasha shakes her head. "I could've been home with my husband on my damn anniversary but I get a call that you've been shot because you were in a brawl with a lot of other men! How am I supposed to help you if you don't help yourself?! Why do you keep hanging around these no good peoople!?"

"I wasn't hangin' 'round no damn body!" Michael replies frowning. "After that damn therapy session I went wit Lenny an got somethin' to eat an Aaron's bitch ass started shit wit me!" Michael puts his hand on his chest. "I ain't do not a damn thing so don't even try and pen shit on me!"

"Michael" Tasha points angrily at him. "I am not your damn friend, I am not your mother, your sister, your girlfriend, but I am your parole officer and I will be talked to with respect. Regardless or not you could've walked away! You cannot throw a punch every time someone says something you don't like. Isn't that what happened?! He said something about Semaj that pissed you off and you decided you were going to punch him?"

Michael clenches his jaw allowing Tasha to see it flinch and he turns his head away. "You have that same teenager mentality. In the real world you can't throw a damn hissy fit because people say something that you don't like. If you thought I was an ass before best believe I will be on you now! This could've been fatal don't you see that? Do you think Semaj wants to be having a burial for you because some guy called her out of her name?! Grow the hell up!"

"I flat lined for a second a'ight?! I'm human ima make fuckin mistakes but you comin up here bitchin' 'bout it ain't gon take it back! I got into a fight, I got shot, so let the shit be!"

"Oh you just think everything is so smooth and easy don't you?"

"You can't take back nothin' that dun already happened" Michael replies and kisses his teeth.