Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 20- Welcome Back

Ayona

Since I'd woken up things were.., different.

Almost a week now and things had finally settled. I hadn't enjoyed the attention focused on me.

Grateful as I was for the support, I just wanted my baby in my arms and to finally be able to work things out with Day.

So many people, I hadn't even known worked for Greg, including him, had come to visit.

It was overwhelming. They were nice though coming in to check on me and to volunteer any help they could offer.

Greg had been here everyday since, always dropping in just around two in the afternoon. He'd been furious and vowed he'd have his best private detective on it.

I had no idea how that was going to work, if I barely got a look at my attacker. Even the police had no idea where to start.

There I was though, laying in my hospital bed feeling useless. I was in a peaceful state without all the hustle and bustle of so many visitors, but I just felt lonely.

Porsha had gone to check in on things at her company and so had Keem—he'd gone to work.

Daystar, on the other hand, seemed to either be avoiding me or he just had a great deal on his mind.

Ever since I'd woken up, as days gone by he'd gone from happy to disturbed and pissed.

I figured he'd still been mad about what I'd said in the coffee shop, but he wouldn't stay in the room alone with me.

That hurt me, no lie. But what else did I expect?

I couldn't expect him to openly take me back after everything—leaving him for six months, no words and lying about him being the father.

I'd fucked up and I knew it. My eyes snapped open at the sudden movement right outside my sliding glass door—they'd kept me in post-op, just in case I developed any infections in my stitches.

"Knock, knock," he said, he smile bright and hopeful.

My lips turned up a little, but until I'd seen my baby, I wasn't going to hint any kind of happiness.

"Oh come on, Ayona. You starting to depress the whole hospital wing."

"Good," I snapped. "Maybe they'll follow you outside on your way out."

"Oh, you in a mood still." Khalil came in sitting in the two seater couch up against the wall.

I didn't say anything.

"When you gone talk to Dayless, he keep eyeing me like I'm trynna steal you and the baby or something."

I turned to my side, wincing when my stitches pulled.

"He's avoiding me. Can't catch up to a person who's avoiding you, if you can't even get to a bathroom..."

He nodded. "—"

"And it's Daystar." He'd always call him every name in the book—except Daystar.

"Same shit. Until he apologize for knocking me upside the jaw for no reason, he a bitch."

I shook my head, no matter how many times I explained it to him, he still wouldn't accept the fact that it was my fault for the misunderstanding.

"That nigga stupid, if he can't tell whether you lying or not."

"Leave him alone Khalil, please. I'm the one always saying dumb shit, he just doesn't know what to believe now. I'll fix it as soon as he decides to talk to me again."

He shrugged. "Imma miss eating that p—"

I glared, "You better not say anything like that around him." The words died on his lips, with a heavy sigh.

"I should've gone on that walk with you. Ayona, you promised, you was gone wait till I got off work so I would come with you." He chastised.

I nodded my head. "I know. I just would've felt bad, making you walk with me, you be tired after work."

He shook his head, getting up. "I'm boutta go see little Tamika, I'll bring pictures."

I nodded, a tear rolled down my cheek in longing.