Just Love Society

Chapter 42

~ Tyga POV ~

After watching paramedics bring Candy out of the school on a gurney, everyone's been quiet.

No one really knows what to do or what to say. Paz, man.

This shit hit her the hardest, no doubt. Those girls are like blood sisters right there.

I keep replaying how lost and distant she looked when we came into that bathroom.

Something happened in that bathroom.. Cause when we walked in Candy was shaking.

Paz was clutching her to her chest while screaming at the top of her lungs. Then Candy just stopped. Altogether. Her movement, her quiet screams of anxiety.

It was silent until 911 came in about 3 minutes later. Paz rode with her in the ambulance, and the rest of us drove there in a hurry.

Paramedics and police officers were all over Paz.

All trying to get some information, but I knew it was gonna be a while till she spoke.

The rest of the crew were all asking paz questions too. Eventually, everyone fell back.

But she's still out of it. She just keeps staring off into space. I stare at her for a minute. Her eyes are bloodshot red, and she has tear stains on her cheeks.

Her lip stick still stains her plump lips but her face remains lifeless. She still looks stunning though. I reach for her right hand since I'm sitting to her right.

"Babe, you alright?" I ask.

It pretty much a pointless question since I know she won't answer me. I ask her again and shake her hand slightly.

She doesn't even acknowledge me. While she continues to stare off into space, I sigh. I hate seeing my baby like this. This shit is not going to be good.

I glance at the clock hung high on the wall opposite us. Out of the bottom of my eye, I spot Chris in the corner.

Hunched over, it looks like this nigga caked up on the phone. The fuck? Candy in the damn hospital, who can this nigga be talking to?

It can't be another female. Damn, I hope Chris ain't fucking around on Candy. Shit, he's on his own if he is. Their relationship ain't mine.

I put my head in my hands and just think about Paz smiling and being genuinely happy. Slightly less depressed, I glance up at the clock again.

This nigga Chris smiling and whispering into the phone. If only this nigga knew what would happen to him.

Shaking my damn head. Paz sees him too since she gets out of her chair and goes over to him.

She looking angry as fuck, so I follow her. As she continues to make her way across the waiting room of this big ass hospital, Chris abruptly ends the call without a goodbye.

In a matter of seconds I'm at Paz' side and I'm already holding her back from attacking Chris. Again.

He sits there in the chair bleeding from her previous attack. When I say Paz slapped the shit out of this dude, I ain't lying.

"You fucking piece of shit! This is your fucking fault!" Paz screams out at him. Tears, frustration, pain, all of that flood her face.

She tries to free my hands from around her waist but I don't let go. I turn us around still holding Paz, attempting to walk back to our seats so we don't get kicked out.

As I struggle to guide Paz, her head jerks to the side. I don't think much of it until seconds later Jermaine, Jamal, and Tito run up to us. Confused, I turn slightly to Chris with a tight grip on Paz' hair.

He raises his left hand in a fist and I lose it. I bring Paz closer to us as I punch the shit out this nigga.

He goes down and I quickly lower Paz so she could free her hair. Tito grabs her and I go in on this fuck boy. I see Jamal and Jermaine landing blow after blow to Chris' face and body and I keep going too. This nigga is supposed to be like my brother, but he trying to hit my fucking girlfriend.

Security comes in and I feel this overwhelming pain in my back. Shit stings. But I'm focused on beating Chris ass.

I feel the stinging again and I realize I'm being tasered. Still, I beat Chris' ass.

Jamal and Jermaine ain't swinging no more, so they probably being restrained by security.

"Paz!" I hear all three of them scream out and I instantly turn around. Shocked.

I see a security officer reaching for his gun, and Paz just swinging left and right at two officers.

For a moment, I'm proud as fuck. She fucking up both of them. Then I think about the situation. With all this police brutality going on, I get up and rush over to her.

I don't need no police officer trying to kill my girl just to say she was a threat cause she wasn't white. Hell no. I grab Paz and pin her to the wall as she kicks and screams trying to hit the officer.

Realizing that she's not going to stop, I carry her outside. I let her down and she makes a run for it and sprints back inside. Fuck.

I run after her hoping she don't do nothing stupid. She runs up on a female officer and knocks her to the ground with just one blow.

I forcefully grab her, trying to wrap my hand around her stomach. She immediately freaks out and starts to cry out of nowhere.

"Stop! My fucking baby! Let go Michael. STOP!" I release her and just stare at her for a few seconds.

She has blood dripping from her lip which makes me mad. I grab her and hold her close to me. I rock us back and forth. She just cries. The other officers let go of the boys and help up the girl.

Paz pulls away from me and walks over to the female cop she hit. She shields her face and Paz puts up her hands in defeat.

"I'm soo sorry." Paz offers her an apology. The lady seems relived as she lowers her hands. Paz stands there and the officer pulls her into a bearhug.

"I was the same way when I was carrying my first child." She smiles at Paz.

"You'll be fine, just hang in there." She rubs Paz' arms up and down.

"Security. We need you on the 3rd floor. STAT." Their walkie talkies call out. They all rush out of the waiting room.

I'm surprised we didn't just get arrested, honestly. But then again I'm not.

I hear Chris cough in the corner he's at and I'm ready to finish what I started.

"Family of Candy Suarez?" Stops me from going over to him.

"Christ, Janine! Get a paramedic for this young man stat!" He says again looking at Chris.

"We're her family." Paz says to the doctor anxiously.

"What a beautiful young lady." He smiles at Paz.

"Thank you sir." She blushes while responding to him. I raise an eyebrow and she clears her throat.

"How is Candy?"

She better change that damn subject. Anyone can catch these hands out here. Real talk.

I look at the tall light skinned nigga that stands in a white robe. He can't be older than 30.

"Candy didn't have any major injuries or issues. She did experience a seizure and passed out cutting her air supply off. We've come to a conclusion that it was a severe anxiety attack." He flips through the papers on his clipboard.

"We performed chest compressions and swabbed her throat to make sure nothing was obstructing her airway. She's stable now and is being nourished by an IV bag. You all can go see her right now if you'd like."

We nod and he leads us to back. "Room number 127, good luck."

"Thank you." Paz says without looking at him. She enters the door and we all file in behind her.