Breaking the Barrier

Chapter Six

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Amerie

I roll over in bed, the sun hitting my face causing me to fully wake up. I give a little stretch and look over at my nightstand where Kairi has laid my pill and a bottle of water. As soon as I reach for my medication my door flies open and in walks Jay.

"You don't knock? I could've been butt ass naked."

"This is my shit, I don't need to knock. And well if you were naked that'd be something worth walking in on."

Um... gross.

I swallow my pill down and roll my eyes. "What do you want?"

"I'm hungry."

"Well this is your shit so...the kitchen is that way." I say pointing to the door and looking away.

"Come oooooonnnnnn." he whines. I cannot believe that this grown ass man is whining like this. I snatch the blanket back and grab my crutches. As I take a step Jay stops me.

"Aht Aht, you can't rely on the crutches. You have to walk on it so it can regain it's strength otherwise it'll become weak."

"Nigga, I just got shot less than twenty-four hours ago... let me use the damn crutches."

"No, just trust me." Jay takes the crutches from under my arms and lay them to the side. "Now i'll walk backwards as you walk forward and brace yourself on my arms in case you fall." I nod and take my first step. Instantly pain echos through my leg and my eyes seal up tight. I grip Jay's forearms like my life depends on it.

"Look at me." I open my eyes and stare deep into Jay's. "You gotta breath through the pain." I nod and take a deep breath and step forward. I continue taking small steps and attempt to breath through each wave of pain that passes through. After a few more steps I couldn't bare to take another. My nails dig deep into Jay's forearm and tears begin to form in my eyes.

This was the worse pain I have ever experienced in my entire life. There's no way I could take another step.

"I-I can't do this anymore." My head sits on his chest as tears fall.

"Come on." His hands go around my waist and he lifts me off the ground. My legs hang straight down as he carries me to the kitchen. I'm not going lie being wrapped in his arms sent comfort and warmth through my body, it took a lot the pain I was feeling off my mind. Wait a minute... sis, you don't even like this nigga. I know... that felt weird saying that what's wrong with me? It's gotta be the pain medicine talking. Gotta be, there's no other explanation.

As I was having a mental argument with the inner Amerie, Jay sits me in one of the chairs that are in front of the kitchen island.

"Look at you crying... stop being a pussy." He laughs. I turn my face away from him and try to wipe my face when Jay grabs my face and turns me back to him. "I'm just playing, I know it hurts." He wipes the tears from face with his knuckles.

"Didn't you get hit in your arm yesterday? How come you don't have a problem carrying me?'

"I'm use to it, the first time I got shot I was nineteen years old. The pain just doesn't affect me like it did before."

"How many times have you been shot?"

Jay pauses for a minute and looks up as if he's trying to calculate, then answers.