When the Smoke Clears

Chapter Three

Christian Brooks

After a long ass six hour drive to Virginia Beach we finally made it to the hospital. I know you're wondering why we didn't fly. Well if they caught on to what Jordyn did they know she probably got in contact with me so they'll expect me fly so I'm sure my mom has somebody scouting the airports.

"So how are we supposed to get to her? She's technically not a patient so we can't just go up to the front desk." Michael said.

"She told me to call the nurses phone that she called from." I pulled my phone out and hit the last number that called me.

"Aye you see them niggas right there?" Michael pointed ahead of us.

"Yeah, they looking over here, I'm sure they looking for Jordyn too."

"Nigga yo momma ain't who the fuck you thought she was."

"Man what?"

"Hello." A woman answered the phone.

"Hi, my name is Christian, my fiancé called me from your phone the other day, Jordyn."

"Yes! She told me you'll be calling. Are you here?"

"Yes I'm outside of the hospital."

"Okay, pull off. There have been guys circling that building all day. We had to get Jordyn away in an ambulance."

I did what she told me. "Okay, where do we go?"

"Look up the Wyndham ocean front hotel, it's like 12 minutes away. Go to the front desk and ask for Tricia Thomas's room. I would've came down but I was being followed the other day."

"Okay, we'll be there."

"K, see you soon."

I hung up the phone and sped off to the hotel she gave me. My heart was beating so damn fast! I can't wait to see Jordyn. The GPS told us it would take 13 minutes to get there, well I pulled up in 6. I didn't care how I parked or where I parked.

Jumping out the car I was ready to rush inside but Michael stopped me. "Chill bro, they gone think something up if you come in here all suspicious and hyper." He said.

I nodded before walking through the door. We headed up to the front desk.

"How May I help you gentlemen?" The receptionist asked.

"We're here to see Tricia Thomas." I answered.

"Your name?"

"Christian and this is my brother Michael."

She picked up the phone and called up to the room. Once she hung up she wrote down the room number and passed it to us. "Have a nice day."

We rushed over to the elevator and climbed on as soon as the doors opened. I hit the 6th button and impatiently waited for it to move. Once it did, I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I just can't wait to see her. If these six months had me feeling the way I did, I know those two years drove her crazy.

The elevator stopped and we got off and headed down to the room number she gave us. Michael knocked and within minutes the door opened and we were greeted by a blonde chick.

"You must be Christian." She smiled.

"Yes and this is Jordyn's brother, Michael.

She shook our hands and stepped back to let us in. I walked inside and glanced around the room, but my face soon fell when Jordyn wasn't in sight.

"Where is she?" I quickly asked.

She motioned for me to walk over to the patio doors. My heart sped up again and my palms got sweaty. We got on the balcony and she pointed out to the beach. "She wanted some fresh air so she went over to the beach." Tricia said. "There she is closer to the water."