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twenty-one: think like priya

short update but I just wanted to post, that's it for the night folks. Enjoy xoxo

PIERRE PALMER

Alexis stepped out and I closed up the office door behind me. As she walked down the stairs, I looked down at the girls sitting in their various sections; as we walked out the place grew quiet to the point where you could hear a pin drop.

I sighed, knowing they probably heard everything that happened in the office. Although my girls knew to keep it to themselves; I knew with the bond they hand built with Priya, that it bothered them. I tried my best to keep a brave face though because the last thing I needed was to show a sign of weakness, especially not in front of them.

I followed behind Alexis, saying my goodbyes which was ignored my most of the girls, however. I took my phone out from my pocket and the notification logs dent chills down my spine. I quickly hit the first caller, who was Tahira and placed the phone against my ear.

"Pierre!"

"T, what's up? My phone was on silent, is everything okay?"

"Nah!" she exclaimed, "you need to get to the hospital, ASAP."

"What happened?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

"No, I need you to tell me now."

"It's Priya." My heart dropped and I rushed out and past Alexis, I had promised her a ride, but it didn't seem like I had the time.

I hung up then climbed into my car, started up the engine and burnt rubber as I pulled out of that parking spot and onto the main street. Swerving through LA traffic was difficult but I was managing. I believed I may have even run the last red light, but the sound of Tahira's voice was gut-wrenching.

The last time she was in the hospital it was my fault, to think that I had done it all over again was my worst nightmare. I just couldn't get my shit together... no matter how hard I was trying. Seeing Priya like this was the last thing I wanted, yet here I was, continuously hurting her.

My phone buzzed and I held it up to see Alexis calling me, that alone pissed me off and no, I wasn't mad at her; but I grew angry at myself. I let my window down and tossed it out into the traffic before making the right turn that led me to the hospital. I was done with that and for good this time.

I got a parking in good enough time and raced into the emergency area. As soon as I got through the sliding doors; Tahira was the first person I saw, with tear stains running down her eyes. "What happened?!" I pushed through the crowd and walking over to where she sat, ignoring the glares of concern I was getting from everyone else waiting there.

"I don't know Pierre, I don't know." She cried. "I just got a call from the hospital since they couldn't reach you or her mom. I was the last caller in her phone."

"Did they give you any updates or anything? Was she drunk again or something? I need something more tangible than that."

"They said she seems to have been attacked. I don't know how or where. I've been playing the waiting game for about an hour now, I tried calling you, her mom but nothing until now."

"Fuck..." I groaned, placing my hands behind my head.

"Pierre!" looking over my shoulder I noticed Pharrell running inside. "You good bro?" he asked me.

"Nah, what the hell happened?!"

"Bruh, I just got here. I should be asking you that!"

"Yo!" behind him came Rohan, "I just saw the news. What happened?!"