The Game of Love

Chapter Twenty-Four

I woke up with Kameron holding on to me tight as he slept peacefully. He looked so calm with no worries as he slept, I reached up and lightly caressed his cheek trying not to wake him up. He started to mumble and stir as I continued to touch him. His complexion was perfect in the morning; it showed no flaws and I loved it. He slowly blinked his eyes until he was finally looking up at me. “Hey baby girl.”

“Hey.” He looked around trying to figure out where he was. His lip was starting to heal up and his eyes looked tired from stressing. “What time is it,” he asked trying to stretch out in the tiny bed we were in. I looked at my phone to check, “It’s going on ten.”

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong,” I asked as he got out of the bed and getting ready to leave. “I was supposed to be at a meeting with the crew in thirty minutes,” he said putting on his shoes. “Oh.” He continued to get dressed some more until he was finished and rushed out the door. Once the door shut all I could think about is the fact he didn’t even say good-bye. After five minutes the door reopened and it was Kameron. “Did you forget something,” I asked a little pissed. “Yea.” I just looked away not paying him any attention. “I forgot to tell the most gorgeous girl in the world bye,” he said coming over to me. “I’m sorry I ran out on you baby girl, can you forgive me,” he said kissing all over me. “Stoppp,” I said laughing as he continuing to kiss me. “Okay okay I forgive.”

“Good. Now I gotta go, I will be back as soon as I can,” he said kissing my lips. “Can you bring me some Chinese food when you come?”

“Anything for you baby girl.” With that he left out leaving me alone. After twenty minutes of watching TV the doctor came in to view my progress. “Ms. Langston you’re awake! Are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, just a little sore.”

“That is to be expected. Are you having any difficulty doing anything such as breathing or moving?”

“No, I was in the beginning but now I’m fine. I’m just ready to go home.”

“Well, give me two more days to examine and make sure everything is fine and you can leave if everything is okay.”

“Okay.”

“Is there any questions you have for me?”

“Um will I have scars from the bullet wounds?”

“Not any major scars, but I can prescribe some cream that will help make them less visible.” I nodded my head and she left. I can’t wait to go home; I just physically hate hospital since my grandmother died in one. Just being in a hospital bed reminds me of her death. As I was in deep thoughts I heard the door open and close. When I looked up it was my sperm donor. He stood at the door as if I was going to bite him. “What do you want?”

“I came to see how you are doing,” he said coming closer. Seeing him made me remember the conversation I woke up to. “It’s your fault I’m in here.”

“Look I know it seems that way but there’s more to the story.”

“Do you or do you not know Antonio and his family?”

“Yes but-“

“But what? It’s your fault.”

“The only reason Antonio’s dad made you a target was because I slept with his wife and she got pregnant,” he said like nothing was wrong with the situation. I am a hospital because of this man and his hormones. Wait but then something entered my mind, the wife got pregnant. “So I have a sibling somewhere?” he looked up at me in shock as if he had seen a ghost. “Technically.”