Camryn & Jacquees

Camryn & Jacquees Ch23

~Camryn's POV~

On the way to the hospital, I cried. I couldn't believe Lindsey's been shot. And by who? Everybody liked her and she never really had a problem with anyone. Que didn't shed any tears. He was stone-faced as he drove eighty to the hospital. I pray Lindsey makes it. I can't lose her. She's a really good friend.

We show up to the hospital and spot her family in the waiting room. Her mother sat in the chair with mascara lines on her drenched face as she awaited the news on her daughter. Issa had tears in his eyes so I went over to him and hugged him. He just broke down.

Then everybody stood up when the doctor approached us.

"Where's Lindsey's mother?" he asked.

"It's me," her mother called out running to him. "How's my child?"

"Well, ma'am, I gotta be quite honest. It doesn't look too good. The bullet missed her heart by an inch, but she has some internal bleeding. She's in a coma. All I can say is pray for her."

The doctor left and everybody went back to their chairs. Today was great, but then turned into a disaster. Lord, please let Lindsey make it.

~Lindsey's POV~

What had happened was . . .

I'm at my house chilling with my fam. We having a good time eating good and doing all that good family stuff. Issa and Ally still don't like each other, but one thing I will say, he won't let niggas attack her. So Issa real for that👍.

"Lindsey, take the garbage out," Issa said handing me the big trash bag.

"You take it out," I insisted pushing it back his way.

"I took it out last time and plus I beat you in Spades and we made a bet."

Damn it. Issa and I made a bet out whoever losing to Spades has to take the trash out and I lost.

"Whatever, Issa. I got you next time," I said snatching the garbage out his hand. I'm walking outside to the garbage bins on the side of my house. I placed the bags inside and when I turned around, there was a masked individual with a .357 pointed at me.

"What are you doing?" I asked clearly scared. I mean I wanted to think it's a joke, but this shit look too real.

"I'm a messenger," he said. It's a guy. What guy do I know I have an issue with?

"Do you have the right person?" I needed to know.

"Yes I do. Lindsey Barnes?"

What the hell? The MF knows my name. This is getting scary.

"Wait who are you?"

"Bitch, didn't you hear the first time? I'm a messenger."

"Who you callin' a bitch?"

He laughed still pointing the gun at me.

"You're prettier than what I've seen," he also said.

"Who sent you?" I wondered.

"I don't kiss and tell. I just carry out orders and move on."

"Leave me alone."

"I'm a cut the small talk and just do my deed."

Apparently, I was taking a long time getting back inside so Ally called my name. Before I could scream for her, the MF shot me at close range before jumping over the fence and disappearing. I felt on my back gurgling. I struggled to breathe.