Til the Last Bullet UNDER CONTRUCTION

Chapter 8:

Namiko

Our hugging session was interrupted by a very ratchet looking dark skinned girl. Her Brazilian weave that probably looked good at some time in history tumbled past her shoulders in nappy knots. She wore way too much makeup at one in the morning which hinted at her profession. She wore clothes that clung to every inch of her flesh and with her was a little boy that resembled Miliano. That is when it hit me. She was his baby mama and that was his son.

"Where Mili at? If he dead who gon' give me child support?" the annoying hood rat spoke. I felt kind of bad that he had to put up with her until his son was 18.

"What you looking at trick" she screeched in my face. I turned my back to her because it wasn't the time nor the place for foolishness.

My eyes locked on Miliano's mother again. If she loses her son to a bullet wound to the stomach she'll have to help her grandson and deal with his mother. At that exact moment, my father walked through the hospital doors. I ran right into his arms and buried my face into his chest. I let the tears go when I knew that I was safe in his embrace.

"Family of Miliano Delgado" the doctor called. We all turned our attention to him and waited for him to continue his news.
"Good news: We were able to extract the bullet however he lost a lot of blood and has slipped into a minor coma."

At that very moment it felt as though a rug was pulled from underneath me. Just as I was starting to fall for him, he falls into a coma and is pretty much half dead. If you think about it, everything that I have been close to and almost everyone that I have loved has been stolen from me. Life has no remorse.