not all people experience proper love. not all people know how to handle certain situations. and not all people can live life without having a care in the world. Paris and Herbert raised together and then turned to lovers. Grief causes many things b...
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Herb
I woke up and looked around to see where I was. I saw all the things that were hooked up to my body. My face was full of confusion as I wondered how and why I was in a hospital room.
My body felt sore all over. I felt terrible as I tried to sit up a little in the bed.
I lifted my arm and shot out a loud groan that caused the nurse to walk in the room.
"Great, your awake. Your family was worried about you. I'm Dr.Jean, can you tell me your name and birthday?" She asked me. She pulled a piece of her hair behind her ear and pulled out her pen to start writing on her clip board.
"Herbert Wright. Why you need my birthday you trying to steal my identity or sum?" I asked her mugging her a little bit.
"It's just policy." She spoke nervously
"What happen to me?" I asked her.
"You were involved in a shooting." She explained
As soon as she said that I started having flashbacks. My brain started to fill with images of the night that I remember having.
I remember going to Bibby house. I remember seeing a baby. I remember choking Paris. I remember going outside and I remember seeing a all white Mercedes Benz speed down the block. After that everything went black.
"What family here? I need to speak with my mom. I need my little sisters can you go get them for me? Like now?" I asked a little more snappy than intended.
"Ok. I'll be right back."
She turnt around and walked out the door.
I cursed to myself trying to see how I let this happen to me. I know to stay on my P's and Q's. I know better.
I also know who Mercedes that was. It was only one nigga in the city who would try to kill somebody in a all white car.
That nigga tried to take me out my glow. Tried to take me out my family lives. Tried to end me.
But that ain't the first nigga who ever did that. That was just the first nigga who did it after I became a father. And for that, he had to pay.
I was brought out of my thoughts when my family walked in. I was taken by surprise when I saw that Jamiyah was carrying my son on her hip.
They all walked in and looked at me. Jamiyah and Carter had puffy eyes. My mom looked tired and Jemia looked sick to her stomach.
"Why y'all all looking like that. I'm alive be happy." I spoke trying to lift the mood. It wasn't a time to joke but I couldn't have the most important ladies in my life stressing. As far as they needed to know I was gone be good.
