Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 21- Journey

Tory

I'd been knocked out in my car, when my phone started ringing.

"Tory."

"Day, something's wrong..." My heartbeat raced in my chest.

"Ayona? I'm coming" I got out of my car, leaving the parking garage, running towards the building.

Soon, I'd come to a stop in front of her room, out of breath. I needa stop smoking.

But when I walked in, she was sitting in her bed with the hospital phone in her lap.

"Thought you said something was wrong?" I walked in the room, my hands reaching out to support myself on the bed.

"You're avoiding me, Day. We need to talk, please."

I scoffed, "Now you wanna talk?" I turned to leave. "I don't got nothing to say to you."

I heard a sniffle. "Daystar, please. I miss you, talk to me."

I chuckled sarcastically. "You miss me. What happened, ya little side nigga left when he found out the baby wasn't his."

"Day..."

"Nah, I'm done talking."

"Daystar, he knew I was pregnant before I met him. He just helped me out with doctor appointments and birthing classes." I froze in my steps, just to listen.

"I'm sorry. Day, I never should've left like that. I didn't think you wanted a child.., I panicked." Still I had my back to her, but she stopped talking—like she'd given up.
I walked over to take a seat on the two seater couch, that was up against the wall.

"That sounds like a bullshit ass excuse, by the way. I saw y'all kissing outside the mall."

She scoffed, "We do that, but he's never touched me like that, Day. It's just for amusement."

Shordy must've thought I was stupid. Ain't no nigga out here, just kissing on a shordy fine like her, just cause and he not fucking.

Bullshit.

"So you want me to believe that he's never touched you. Yona, ain't no nigga just kissing on you for no reason."

She looked away from me. "He's given me head whenever.., I get cravings."

I got up, I knew it. "So what you been paying him with? Head for head type shit?"

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

"So I'm lying?" She nodded. "You really bullshiting me, Yona. I'm going to see the baby." I rushed out of the room.

I didn't know what was going on with them two, but I wasn't gone be apart of it. I had a child to care about.

With Yona being hurt like that and Tamika having to be prematurely born, the doctors had her in an incubator so her organs could mature a little more.

They also said something about her having to develop her own immune system before either one of us could hold her.

So here I was, standing outside her incubator with a silly looking purple hospital gown on, to help minimize exposure to any harmful bacteria and such.

It hurt a nigga, not being able to hold her yet, but already I could tell she was bout as gorgeous as her mother.

She already had rich chocolate skin like Ayona and some ink black curly hair that sat on her head.

Sitting there looking at her, I knew, there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her.

"I know you prolly want your mother more than anything, but she's a little sick right now..."

I stuck my hand into the glove that allowed me to touch her. She looked so small, I worried I'd hurt her if I applied too much pressure.

So I stroked her head gently. Her chest rose up and down, rapidly. She had so many tubes—I just hoped she made it through.

"If you anything like your mama, you'll make it ok? I need you around to keep me going and outta trouble."

The doctors had said talking to premies was helpful, so there I was, hoping it comforted her.