Caught in the Crossfire

Chapter 4: Kidnapped

Ugh its been 6 months and my baby still hasn't made any sign of getting better. I really miss him. I've been praying to God for him to get better. I'm ready to get out the game and do something with my life. I've already started searching for jobs because I don't want his boys taking care of me for the rest of my life just in case he doesn't make it. Lately, I've also been going to church with his mom and sister's every Sunday too. Tonight, I'm going to visit my baby in the hospital like I do every other day. I found a book in the library that is very sexy and interesting. It's called Hot Box by Zane. I'm going to read it to him tonight until they kick me out the hospital like they always do. 

I put on a nice sexy jogging suit that hugged my body. He always likes to see my curves in everything i wear. It was black with cheetah print going down the side of the pants and the jacket was all cheetah print. It was his favorite outfit on me.

As I walked out the house to my car I saw an Impala driving by. It stopped right behind my car blocking me from backing out of my driveway. I yelled and said, "Hey excuse me could you move your car, your blocking my driveway?" They didn't respond for about 5 minutes. But when they did, some guy jumped out the car to open the door for someone on the right hand side sitting in the backseat. Ugh it was him, Jeremy. I know this nigga must be crazy to pull up at my house while my nigga still in the hospital. Guess he got a death wish because my baby boys still making sure I'm safe. 

"What the hell do you want?"

"Excuse me, is that anyway to talk to your future man?"

"Nigga what? Last time I checked my man was in the hospital waiting on me to come see him today. Please believe me when I say you are far from the man he ever was."

"Oh is that right well tell me who gone take care of you when you hit rock bottom like the rest of his friends?"

"Nigga, I'm not worried about that because I've been taking care of myself with a nice job and all."

"Oh where you working at sweet thing?"

"That's none of your business ugly."

"Oh really," he said as he walked up on me and grabbed me by my hair and threw me in the backseat. I was kicking and screaming trying to throw blows at him but they weren't working. Ugh I need to take some fighting lessons from somebody. 

"Bitch get in this damn car. You know what I've put up with your mess long enough. It's time for you to start respecting me that is if your ass wants to live."

"You just wait until his boys find out you kidnapped me. They will be coming for your ass believe that," I said before he punched me in the face and knocked me out cold. 

Bout time her ass shut the fuck up. Damn she got a lot of mouth for somebody who can't even defend their self. Aye Roscoe take us to the crib, the 2 states over. I don't care how long it takes. I see I'm gone have to teach this bitch a lesson. She gone learn to respect me and do what the fuck I say or its her ass and I mean that shit.