Invasion Of Privacy

Chapter 54

Nicki POV

"I'll kill that lil nigga and his daddy! And his granpappy! And whoever gave him that muhfuckin' gun."Kent rambled, speaking out of anger. "Watch allem muhfuckas turn up dead."He added.

He was beyond mad and ready to hurt someone. I kept quiet, trying to get myself together. The doctor we met with that would be caring for Jeremiah, Dr.Oakley King, said that he had to undergo surgery to remove the bullet. We were in the waiting room, waiting for the surgery to end. It felt like it would never end, we had been sitting here for hours.

I was starting to regret everything. Every time I had yelled at him for doing something he wasn't supposed to do or for not doing something that he was supposed to do.

"Wipe away them tears baby. He gonna be a'ight."Ken told me but I wasn't hearing it. I just didn't understand. Of all people, why was my son the target? What did he ever do to anybody...

"But what if-."

"Ain't no if's. He gonna pull through."

I could tell that Ken was still mad, but not as angry as before. Unless he was masking it. He was great at masking his true feelings. I sighed to myself and bowed my head to pray.

He gripped my hand to hold. I was texting Bel back and forth about the situation and with the quickness, she hoped on a plane and was on her way out here.

"Been sittin' innis damn waiting room for two hours bruh."He huffed. I said nothing in return, just watched the tv that was located in the corner. Every news outlet known to mankind were reporting about what happened. The school dismissed the students early and the school board shut the school down. It would be shut down until further notice. The shooter was only in fifth grade, which left me wondering: how did a ten year old retrieve possession of a gun?

"Did the doctor say anything yet?"Bel appeared. I shook my head. She took a seat in the chair beside me.

"He's in surgery right now."I informed her. "And if I don't get my son back, alive and healthy by the end of the day ima kill that doctor back there too."Ken butted in.

"He didn't tell you how bad the wound was?"She asked. I shook my head again.

"We don't know anything except that he was shot at school. They won't tell us nothing."

"These youngsters need guidance."Bel muttered. "What they need is a damn ass whooping. Ima put that nigga inna dirt."Ken chimed again. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop talking about killing babe. Let nature and karma run its course."I patted his leg, trying to keep us both together.

"Ion give a fuck about no damn karma."He moved my hand away from his leg. I forget, sometimes, that when he's mad, he doesn't want to be touched.

"Whenever he's discharged someone is going to have to take care of him."Bel spoke up after ten minutes of silence between the three of us.

"I don't know how we'll do that with work..."Once again, I felt like a failure.

"How about I just surprise him with a trip to Florida to stay with me until he gets well."She suggested. I looked to Ken for the answer to that.

"Ion know."He avoided eye contact. "I baby sat him for months. He loves me. I know he misses me. He'd love a lil vacation with me."She rambled.

"I'ma think about it."Ken waved her off. I shrugged. "Um, where's the Gaulden family?"Dr.King waltzed into the waiting room with a tired look on his face.

The three of us got up and met him halfway. People were staring at us but I know where their eyes were. Not on me. They were on the two celebrities that stood beside me waiting to hear the news. I looked into the doctors eyes, searching for something... anything.

"How my lil nigga doin'?"Leave it to Ken to call Miah that in front of the doctor. I would roll my eyes but I didn't want to seem rude.

"He just came out of surgery; my team and I were able to remove the bullet. However, he lost a tremendous amount of blood so he has to undergo a blood transfusion. We found that his blood type is AB-, do either of you know whether you have AB- blood. The hospital wants to take blood from a family member before we have to try a stranger."He explained.

"I have AB-!"Bel blurted before we could answer.

"Are you related to the patient?"He asked her. "I'm the closest to family as possible."

"Right this way."He turned to take her to the black to perform the blood transfusion. "Bel, you don't have to do that."I whispered. I mean, either me or Ken could've done it. He's our son.

"I want to. Go calm your nerves. We'll be okay."She followed the doctor.

"Glad you hired her."Ken said. "Definitely."I mumbled. I really hope this blood transfusion goes well. I just want my son back...

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