Brown Sugar

Thirty (Finale Pt.1)

Omniscient.
Everyone was in the waiting room sitting , crying in silence . Rose trying to get in contact with Chresanto who's phone kept going to voicemail. Typh sat in her chair rubbing her stomach in deep though holding back tears. Ray put his head in his lap covering his face. Last but not least Corey was the one pacing trying to keep it together but with every step he took he felt his composure gradually coming down.

Corey.

"He's still not answering guys .." Rose spoke looking at her phone in frustration. At this point I don't give two fucks about him. My eyes kept glancing through the doors to see if anyone was coming to give us a clue on what the hell is going on.

"Corey...please sit down you're running my pressure up ." I heard Typh say , I sighed and sat in the chair next to her. I glanced at her.

"I could've gave her my charger -"

"We all could have it's not just you-"

"Nah but I could've went outside myself and got it Typh..but I was so damn lazy I didn't wanna get up ." She rubbed my shoulder sighing.

"We can't spend this moment blaming each other, we have to think positive and hope she pulls through." I nodded knowing she's right but I can't help but feel guilty. I can't help but want to be the one going through all this instead of her. I promised myself I wouldn't go back to that person I was but I have to make an exception for this. I heard a woman's voice burst through the doors.

"Where is she ?! Where's my baby?!" All of our heads snapped up to the familiar voice. Typh was the first one to speak .

"Mom ." She whimpered walking into her arms. I followed pursuit and gave her a hug after she pulled away from her . I had the honor of meeting Maya's mom a few times and I already love her like she's my own. Her eyes went around the room holding questions.

"What happened?"

"She went outside to get her charger and next thing we knew we heard bullets flying." Typh told her wiping tears.

"Where's the doctor? "

"They've been in surgery for almost thirty minutes ." She sighed going to sit down in a chair . Her gaze went to my clothes that were covered in blood. She gasped holding back tears.

"My baby girl .." She put her hand over her face taking deep breaths before looking up at us.

"Everyone join hands we're gonna pray together."
Everyone mumbled yes ma'am and gather around in a circle holding each other hands as she begin to spoke .

"Dear Heavenly Father, you already know why we stand before you right now , we ask that you heal your child from the crown of her head to the soul of her feet . We ask that you bring order in that delivery room for she is of your blood God . Open up minds and hearts and release the healing spirit. Whatever you decide Father we have to accept it because she is in your hands , but I plead with you God that she's not finish living in your image , she has a purpose bestowed upon her life you have placed that she has not finished yet . I thank you in advance for a miracle father, that it can't be explained but we know without a doubt that it is you father..in Jesus name ...Amen ."

I don't know about everyone else , but I feel like there's been a shift in the room . We all raised our heads and joined in a group hug .

"She's gonna be alright, it's already done babies ." She whispered to us before sitting down. I sat on one side and Typh sat on the other side of her and as we all watched the doors waiting for feedback from the doctors.

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Chresanto.
I lay in my bed looking up at the ceiling. Why does shit have to be so complicated? If only we would've gotten our shit together and spoke up when we had the chance. My thoughts were cut off with a soft hand touching my chest.