The Mistress

Chapter Eleven

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"911. What's your emergency?"

"Hi my name is Mercedes Jones. My boyfriend was shot." I say into the receiver.

"Is he responsive?"

"No."

"Okay, ma'am what is your address?"

"76013 Carvelk St. Please hurry!"

"Someone's being sent out now."

I hang up the phone and look over to Quinn who's currently sitting besides an unconscious Sam.

"Is he still breathing Quinn?"

She nods tears coming down her face.

"Sammy. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Please Sammy please wake up." Quinn keeps repeating this as if it's her mantra .

Moments earlier:

"OMG" I hear her whisper.

And that's when I see the bloody footprints that lead to the love of my life.

"She heard you." Sam says.

"Omg Sam." I say running to him and kneading beside him.

"This is all of my fault." Quinn says.

"Just get my son before she does." Sam mumbles fading in and out.

"I promise I will." Quinn says crying as he fades out.

"Quinn come sit here." I say and she obeys while I go to call and ambulance.

PRESENT :

Blur after blur is all I see. The paramedics scoop him before placing him on a gerny and leading him out.

"Ma'am would you like to ride?"

I shake my head no.

"His mother will meet you all there."

He nods and leaves with the others following behind.

"I'm so sorry." Quinn says again. I hold my hand up signaling her to stop.

"No Quinn you're not. You ruin lives and believe that a simple sorry will make up for the bullshit. No more.

You constantly manipulate both sides. "Yes mommy, I'm sorry Sammy". Shut the hell up and start owing your bullshit. No woman would've allowed her mother or anyone for that matter to take her child and here you are."

By this point her and I are face to face and I'm angrier than I've ever been.

"You and your family are the worst people I've ever met in my entire life. Am I sorry for being with Sam while you two were married? Yes. Did I know he was married? No. You made my life a living hell. My niece and nephew couldn't even go to school. And you call me a trashy mistress . Baby your the bottom of the barrel. " I say and turn to leave.

"Mercedes I'm sorry." She says once again.

"And yet you've still made no move to secure your sons safety." I say and walk out the door.

As I walk into the hospital I pray for the best. Sam and I haven't had enough time. We're not married, no kids together, and were still dealing with the aftermath of his divorce. When I look at Sam I see my future and I know he sees the same in me.

I just continue to pray as I walk into the hospital.

"Merce over here." Stacy yells patting the chair beside her.