In To Deep (ON HOLD) ( A Dave East Story ! )

Chapter 11

Blessings Pov

We arrived at the hospital and I walked over to the front desk. "Good evening how may I help you?" The women asked with a smile plastered on her face. "I need to see my fiancé , his names Malik Porter. He's 21 years old, African American... And And .." I started to hyperventilate.

"Slow down sweetie" she told. Malik was currently over going surgery, I would have to wait a little longer. I waited and waited , cried and cried. It felt like a piece of me was back there and it hurt without him. I'd known Malik since I was 4 years old and he was 7.

I pulled my headphones out and began to listen to Crazy by Kehlani . Halfway into my song this short , black lady with a nice lace front began walking my way. "Blessing ?" She asked approaching me. "That's me" I said wiping my face. "I'm the one you spoke to on the phone" She replied extending her arm so that I could shake her hand. "Malik was shot twice by a Caucasian police officer. He took one blow to the middle of his back and one more closed to the top which ended up going through his chest. We were told that he was "resisting arrest" when he was probably just confused on why they came in his home. If you have a good lawyer he could get some good money alive or not , which could help with many things."

"I have one" I said pulling my phone out again. "Her name is Brenda Stone" "Well call her up and get back to me"

I sent my mom a quick text and she replied telling me she had got stuck in traffic , but she'd do her best to get here.

"Family of Malik Porter ?" A doctor came out with a clipboard. I stood up and he came my way. "Hi, I'm doctor Marshall. I'm working towards getting your husband back healthy. Malik will get through this but if you ever want to hear him talk again , see him move , or even want him to be alive the 2nd bullet which hit his spine needs to stay. If we have it removed it could paralyze him."

"But what if it breaks?" I asked relieved but not all of the way. "We'll keep an eye on it , but I'm pretty sure it won't we put metal holdings around it." "Can I see him ?" "Room 221" he replied with a smile. "Thank you" I said shaking his hand and heading to the elevator.

When it opened on floor two , I rushed to room 21. I knocked then opened the door. He looked my way cheesing hard ash. "Don't fucking smile at me dummy !" I said getting mad.

Malik's POV

"Why I got to be a dummy ?" I said laughing. She was so mad for no reason though. I didn't shoot myself twice so what makes me the dumb one ? "Because you are a fucking dummy , dummy" she said walking towards me. I could tell she had been crying. She climbed in bed with me making sure I was comfortable. "Don't pull that shit again Malik you had me in tears . I was scared as hell I even called my mama to be your lawyer!" "I'm sorry Blessing" I said holding her tight.

"Now tell me what happened!" She said cutting to the chase. I smirked "what is there to tell ? I got shot" I said laughing. She looked at me like really nigga. I told her the story about how the white girl had set me up.

The cop was her father and he figured out that she was getting high. He tried to arrest me, but didn't tell me why. I didn't have anymore weed on me and they didn't have proof that I did.

Out of all people, this girl was down for me. She didn't say we were getting money, she said I was. She was the only one here and still by my side.

"Malik Promise !" She said playing with my beard. I licked my lips and smirked. "What you want me to promise baby girl ?" I said looking in her face. "That when you leave you'll tell me you're leaving from the house, trap, my house, any place." She said with all seriousness.

"I promise" I said linking her pinky.