She's Obsessed Wit' My Man

Chapter 5: Shy'Nia

Give Me A Break

Three hours later

Janine came rushing in the room with Cortez following closely behind her. I didn't even have time to turn my head and look in her direction before being bear hugged by my sister.

"Oh, my goodness, are you alright? Were you hurt? What the hell is goin' on? Are the police doing a thorough investigation?"

Janine started throwing question after question at me. I was wondering when she was going to give me a chance to answer just one question.

"Where's Marcel? I bet this is his fault; what did he do? Who he got involved with? Answer me, girl; what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I mean, if you breathe for a minute and give me a chance to speak, maybe I could answer you. Damn, girl!" I said out of frustration. "No, Marcel didn't cause any of this, so stop being so quick to point ya finger his way. Yes, the police are investigating the situation. And no, I'm not hurt. I'm the only one that didn't get hurt."

"Thank the heavens above for that. I'm glad you're safe, but what happened to Montrell? Why they got a breathing tube in 'im for?"

"They say it's just to help him breathe better 'cause his lungs are too weak right now. J, he almost didn't make it. Montrell scared the holy hell out of me on the ride here. He's been unconscious since we were trapped in the house up to this point. I really hope he's going to be alright like the doctor said."

"Girl, me too. This is my lil' nigga; my heart would be crushed if anything happened to lil' man. Where's Marcel? What happened to him?"

"He's down the other end of the hall; I think he broke his leg jumping out the window. He almost didn't make it out the house. When something inside the house exploded, I thought I'd lost him, too. But when he jumped out the window, I was so happy."

"I know you were," Janine said relieved.

"What room is he in?" Cortez asked.

I told Cortez Marcel's room number. Seconds later, he walked out in search of Marcel's room, giving Janine and me some time alone. Janine grabbed a chair out the corner and dragged it to where I was sitting on the side of Montrell's bed. She placed the Gucci book bag on the floor next to the chair I was sitting in.

"What's in there?" I questioned.

"I brought you a change of clothes and a pair of my hard bottom slippers since we don't wear the same size shoes. Whenever you're ready, I'll take you to buy some more shoes and whatnot."

"Nah, I'm good. I don't need you to do all that. Do you still have my just in case bag in the basement?"

"Yeah, what the fuck is in there anyways?"

"All my important documents like: my birth certificate, bank book and statements, and other important paperwork. Oh, and money just in case I needed it for situations like this." I smiled a big ass smile.

"Damn, so you had money in that bag all this time? I knew I should've searched it the day you brought it to the house," Janine laughed.

"Yeah, right ... You crazy if you thought you would get away with doin' that."

We talked about other things as we laughed and enjoyed each other's time for a few hours until Janine had to leave. Cortez came back in the room, pushing Marcel in a wheelchair. They spoke to each other for a minute, and then Cortez and Janine left. I moved the chair my sister was sitting in, so Marcel could wheel himself over to the bed. I kissed his lips and then sat back down in my seat.