Excuse any mistakes, I will proofread later. This chapter is a little longer but enjoy 😘
-SheWritesDior
Monday | May 11th 2015 |
LAC Medical Center | 4:30 Am
Robyn:
I stood over a colorless Val, holding his hand. It had been close to an hour since they brought him out of surgery and he still wasn't awake.
My phone buzzed with a text from Onika letting me know she was finally here. I texted her the room number so she could come on up.
A few moments passed before the door opened slowly, and there stood Onika.
"Hey" she rushed over to me pulling me into the tightest of hugs. "You okay baby?" She asked twisting her face up in that cute little way that showed her dimple.
I couldn't help but to sigh deeply. "No. Val is the closest thing I have to a real father Onika, I can't lose him...I-I just can't." I felt myself getting choked up and I quickly cleared my throat.
She pulled me over to the couch, adjacent from his hospital bed and quickly cradled my head against her chest.
"He'll be okay." She promised.
"And if he isn't? She fucking shot him." I whispered the last part. I was pissed, but I wasn't no snitch. And feds were buzzing all around here.
"Look baby she was different for reasons. Just trust me, she was not in her right mind."
I looked over at Val and still nothing. I lifted my head, looking up at Onika and she wiped the tears that had begun to fall.
"Look Robyn, Bey is..."
"Bipolar." Val croaked out and I shot up from the couch rushing over to his bed.
"Valentino!" I screeched wrapping arms around him but quickly backing up when he winced in pain. "Sorry..." I pulled back.
He lifted his hand pointing to the pink plastic water pitcher and I quickly poured him a cup of water.
Handing it over to him, he silently thanked me taking a sip. He was slowly starting to regain his color.
"Beyoncé is bipolar. She hasn't been taking her medication and her finding about me cheating pushed her over the edge." He coughed taking another sip of water.
I rolled my eyes. "And that gives her a right to fucking shoot you? All cuz you gettin' other pussy?"
"She not in her right mind cuz. I can't fault her for that...w-where is she?"
I laughed in disbelief "Unbelievable...stupid ass nigga." I mumbled.
"Robyn stop, she's sick and Valentino is right. Imagine if they'd sent you to jail for punching you backup dancer square in her face. But they didn't because you needed help...and she does too."
I rolled my eyes. "Right. Whatever, y'all go ahead and cover for that bitch. She's dead to me."
"Feds outside the door?" Val spoke through a strained voice.
