Swapped

Chapter 19

Rodney

I stood over my daughter in the intensive care unit. The doctors had her hooked up to all kinds of monitors. Marcus thought Summer was me as soon as she pulled up he had started shooting. He had kept breathing for her until the paramedics had arrived then he turned the gun on himself. Coward! He killed my wife. I told the police everything when they questioned me. The least I could do for Summer is admit my wrong doing. I'd done nothing criminal but definitely immoral. The reporters pounced on the story like hungry blood hounds. A twisted love affair gone array causing the death of an innocent mother and the hospitalization her unborn child. (They flashed Summer's picture side by side with Marcus) Summer Anderson had been staying with her parents due to martial problems apparently her parents stated that Summer had caught her husband Rodney with another women not the suspects wife. Apparently the two had been separated due to this. When the suspect Marcus Wilson found out that his wife was pregnant yes pregnant by Mr. Anderson he flew into a jealous rage. After beating his wife he went to the Anderson resident and opened fire. Now this is where it gets crazy folks. According to the 911 call he did not mean shoot her (they played a portion of the video) "Oh my God get here quick ooooooh God hurry Summer ooooh Summer Summer Summer I'm sorry. The baby I'm going to save your babeeee." You could hear him crying then you can tell he is moving her from the car and laying her on the ground. The recording stops and the news reporter began again. She sounded emotional when she said this is a mess it really is. She sounded choked up as she went on to say. Mr. Wilson was respected in his community he was respected in the company that he worked for it appears he snapped. The child is still alive but in critical condition. Mr. Anderson and Mrs. Wilson the obvious causes of this both refuse to speak to reporters. I cut the TV off and stared at the blank screen. I had made no attempt to see Joy although I knew she was in the same hospital. Mainly because Summer's Dad had been removed from the hospital after attempting to have a physical altercation with me and I wasn't looking forward to a repeat performance. They had made the funeral arrangements for Summer and her body was released them with my permission. I couldn't do any of that stuff because I wasn't leaving Winter's side. Yeah that's what I had started calling her. I was too ashamed to ashamed to show my face anyway. I prayed a lot just trying to figure how I wouldn't ever make amends. I don't think there was any coming back from this sort of thing. I mean I had created a mess over what some pussy? Don't get me wrong I wasn't trying to play Joy she was good people. She was different than most women. She seemed sheltered kind of innocent. Maybe that was the allure. At any rate I knew I owed her an apology. She really got caught up so many times I saw her in that doorway and I could hear myself saying "You not about this life" She wasn't she really wasn't she simply got caught up. I knew what to do to get what I wanted. The chick and stand a chance. I knew she regretted it the moment I carried my wife from the room that night because I knew what she knew. Summer was ride or die and loyal to the end. She just fell for the wrong man and because of it she ended up dead. Joy did have the nurse inform of the baby's death and I had a hard time with that. Dang my little man never had a chance to see the world. I felt some kind of way about Marcus putting his hands on Joy. He had really lost it that was obvious because I knew he loved that woman. I would have flipped if he had my Summer that night too. I would break him down to size but my Queen never gave me reason too. I know it sounds messed up that I would be angry because Marcus slept with Summer after I had practically done everything but piss on Joy that night. I guess it was just the man in me. I didn't want to leave Winter but that was my son. I had done enough foul shit already so I did make it a point to go see the baby. I was shocked at his appearance. He just looked like he was sleeping. The nurse explained to me that Joy was depressed understandably and had requested that I take care of the remains. She had refused to even look at the child. Here is the crazy part. The baby looked nothing like me. Nah he looked to me just like his daddy Marcus! Now aint that about some fuck ass shit!!! In the end, after everything it wasn't even mine.