Airmoni

Chapter 5: This is all my fault

Chris😋🤤
When I walked outside I couldn't believe what I saw. Tray is knocked out cold on the ground, nose bleeding, and has a bruise on the right side of his face. Corey, King, and Trey struggled to hold Ar'mon back. I could see that both of Ar'mon's knuckles were bruised. He looked at Tray with disgust on his face with hate burning through his eyes.

"Tray?" I say trying to wake him up as a tear rolled down my left cheek. Ar'mon must have beat him real bad for Tray to be out like this. What if he's really damaged or hurt for life? What if he's brain dead? Or close to death?

I started crying. I couldn't handle all of this. I'm scared for my brother's life. Ar'mon quit struggling and the other three let go. All five people just watch me there, hugging my brother's limp body in shock.

We then hear an ambulance's siren and soon, they pulled into the driveway. I'm guessing Carmen called. Paramedics immediately pulls Tray away from me while one wraps Armon's hands in bandages. King and I jump in the ambulance with Tray and it takes off.

Nique 😏😜
Airi slowly stops shaking and crying while I rub her back. When she got down to no shaking and just tears coming out of her eyes, we hear ambulance sound. It gets really loud. Airi's eyes widen and runs to the family room window. When I reach her, she's already balling again.
I peeked out the window and I see Chris and Splain jumping into an ambulance next to a lifeless Tray. I wrap my arms around her as she cries.

"This is all my fault," she whimpers. "This is all my fault! I shouldn't have called him!" I hear Carmen scream from downstairs as she walks through the front door.. "I called him to help comfort Airi, but instead of helping, I made things worse." I can tell in her voice she's about to cry as well.

She runs up into her room with Corey following her. "See this is all MY fault. Everyone is hurting," Airi says. She wasn't crying anymore, but you can feel how terrible she felt. LOf course it's not your fault, Airi." I said. "Sometimes people have troubles dealing with their issues so they blame others."

A tear goes down her cheek. "No, Baby Momma. Don't cry," I say wiping her tear with my thumb. "Look. You don't know this, but everyday I hear Chris talk about how you brighten his day all the time and Tray always agree with him and talks about how much he misses you. Honestly, the only thing the talk to us about nowadays, is when it's about how much he misses and loves you. We all miss and love you. We probably should start saying this more, but we do love you. And from the stories you tell us about Ar'mon and Trey we're beginning to love them too." She gives me a small smile.

"You just remember that you are always the brightest part of our day and we love you a lot for it. You always keep a positive energy and how ever YOU feel is very contagious. You are the one person that can make an upside down day, right with something as little as a hug."

She begins grinning and wipes the tears off her eyes. She then giggles and hugs me tight and says, "I love you, Nique-Nique."

When we finish our embrace she runs to Corey and Carmen's room. I hear her say, " It is not you fault," as I walk to the room. When I walk in, I see Carmen is smiling while Airi is giving her a tight hug. Corey and I smiled watching their little moment.

I'm glad I helped Airi be herself again. I'm also happy to know she listened to every word I said. After their hug, Airi begins cleaning up. So Corey, Carmen, and I helped her. Since I don't see Ar'mon and Trey anywhere, I assume they went home.

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King 😎😄
Chris and I are in the waiting room. Apparently, Tray needs surgery, because Ar'mon broke his nose and ribs. Chris looks like he's finna loose it.

"You aight, bro?" I ask him. "I don't know," he said dryly. I'm still wonder tf this nigga crying for. My phone began buzzing. I looked down to see Nique is calling. "Hello?" "Hey, Baby. What's going on?" She says.

I walked out of Chris' ear shot, because he does not need to hear what's going on multiple times. "Tray is in surgery for his ribs right now and his nose is broke as well." I say. "He has a ton of bruises all over his chest and stomach too.

"Oh my goodness. Okay. Well we are here cleaning up the house. Airi and Carmen have calmed down." Bruh why are they cleaning? I guess that's how they are going to cope with the situation right now.

"That's good.  Im really worried about Tray, thick lips" "I am too, Splain. We'll see you soon when we finish cleaning and then we'll get something to eat and'll bring you guys something as well." "Okay bye."

I hung up and walked towards Chris. A doctor just walked away from him and he is now staring at a wall. When I approached him he looked at me with red eyes. Cry baby. 🤦🏿‍♂️

No! My nigga is not dead. "The surgery is finished." He says "Okay. Is there something wrong?" I ask. "Yes." My nigga is not dead.

"He's in a coma and the doctor doesn't know how long it will be before he's out of it." I let the air I was holding in out with relief that my nigga is not dead. I'm still scared, but at least he's not dead. Chris goes back to staring at the wall. I think the nigga has lost it.

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After two hours of staring at Tray in his hospital bed, everyone else shows up with food and of course, Corey had some extra snacks. For the rest of the day, we just watched Tray in silence and then Carmen, Cory, Nique and I left to go back home while Chris and Airi stayed. Carmen and I promised we'd bring them some clothes the next day.

Tray please wake up soon. Life won't be the same without you always around, bro. 😞