Stranger III -Raising Roman- (ON HOLD)

Chapter ¤ 14 -Make It Home-

•Dre•

It was 7: 55 a.m. and I was waitin' patiently for my discharge papers. If it's anything I hate it's waitin' for the slow ass people that work here. I was told that I could leave by 7:30 once I woke up and that was 7 a.m. on the dot. My ass is still waitin' on some damn papers that don't mean shit. Jus' a bunch'a words on a piece of paper that ain't nobody gonna read.

I sighed in frustration as I kept glancin' at the clock on the wall. I was past pissed that I had to wait I had a flight to catch and I didn't wanna miss it. I stood up from the couch I was sittin' on in my room and walked over to the bed to press the button to call one of these damn nurses. I didn't have the patience for all this waitin' 'round.

"How can I help you?" a nurse spoke.

"I've been waitin' on my discharge papers for almost an hour now. I got somewhere to be. This is holdin' me up." I replied, tryin' my best not to take my frustration out on this woman. She didn't have anything to do wit' this.

"I'm sorry. I'll call your doctor and have that up to you in just a moment."

Moment my ass...

"Aight. Thanks."

"You're welcome Mr. Robinson."

I rubbed a hand across my face before ploppin' down onto the hospital bed. I pulled at my leather jacket I had on and messed around wit' the zipper. I was bored and irritated, if anything that was a bad combination for me. These people had five minutes before I jus' decided to say fuck it and walk outta here like I was neva a patient.

Five minutes passed and still nobody came up to my room. I didn't have anymore time to waste so I got up and walked my ass outta that room and out towards the elevators. I pulled my phone out once I was on it and called up my new driver Armani to make sure he was waitin' out front.

It still pisses me off how two of the people I had become close wit' are dead and gone. I never thought that somethin' like this would've happened and especially since I had jus' come back from Miami back out here to Paris. I honestly don't know why people like fuckin' wit' me and mines. Jealously don't amount up to someone losin' their lives. I jus' wish I could've said goodbye to them or somethin'. I know their families are hurtin' three times as bad. It ain't never a joy to bury someone that you love especially after losin' them to some fuck niggas that have no life. I jus' pray they rest in peace.

The elevator came to a stop on the lobby floor and Armani said that he was out front waitin' for me. I walked past the front desk tryin' to cover up the wristband that was still on my arm so nobody would try to say some bull shit. Once I got through those slidin' doors I was one way.

"'Bout time. I thought they wasn't gonna let you leave man." Armani chuckled. I shook my head and dapped him up.

"They neva came up to my room so a nigga dipped. I ain't got time to be waitin' on them. I can't miss my flight."

Armani nodded, openin' the back passenger door for me. "True. We still got time tho."

I climed into the back seat of the range and leaned back into the leather seats. I ain't know how long it would take to get to the airport but all I know was a nigga needed a nap.

•Kiley•

"Have you found a male model for your clothing line yet?" Mai asked, looking through the sample pieces of clothing that had arrived today.

"No." I sighed. "I know I could get Dre to do it but then again I didn't want him to represent my clothing line. I want something of my own you know?"