Loving A Gangsta

Chapter 38 (Friday-September 18th)

Korrine's POV

As my eyes open, I notice dark blue walls with blood stains from the ceiling to the floor surrounding me. There's mold and debris in the cracks of the ground and dirty, leaking pipes attached to the walls.

My hands are handcuffed behind my back and chained to the pipes across the room. There's an excruciating pain in my stomach like I've been kicked over and over, and my head is throbbing from a sore scalp and a bad migraine.

My eyes snap to the steel door as it's being pushed open, and a large figure comes into view before the door the door is slammed closed again, taking away the little view of light it brought in. The only reason I know he's still in here with me is because I can hear his heavy boots coming into contact with the ground, and they get louder and louder the closer he gets.

I slowly start to slide back to get as far away from him as I possibly can, but I'm trapped inside of these four walls. There's nowhere for me to run, and I have nowhere to hide. He's even closer than he was a few seconds ago, but it's too dark to make out his face, and the tears are blurring my vision even more.

He reaches his hand out and snatches me up by the roots of my hair, yanking me forward. My mouth opens to let out a scream, but nothing comes out. My legs try to kick in all directions, but they aren't connecting with his body. The other hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my oxygen more and more as it tightens. I can tell my life is being taken from me with every last breath until I can no longer take another

I wake up in a frenzy while trying hard to catch my breath, but I can't control my panting and shaking. I put my hands on my forehead to feel myself sweating massively, but I'm just grateful that I'm waking up in Messiah's guest room. That nightmare felt just as real as the real world itself. I'm still a little short of breath, and a killer migraine has planted itself in my head as if I really was snatched up by the roots of my hair.

The time on the alarm clock reads twelve forty-eight in the afternoon. I might as well get up since I'm a little too scared to fall back asleep. First, I freak out after seeing my house, which I haven't even tried to go back to, and now I'm just freaking out. It's been a whole week since I've been out of the hospital, and though my health seems fine to me, I feel like my mental state is getting worse.

I throw my legs over the bed and get up, exiting the room and making my way into the living room. My momma is sitting on the couch with Messiah and they seem to be involved in a conversation, but it soon stops when they notice me. "How did you sleep?" Messiah asks.

"Great, actually," I lie, sitting right in the middle of them. I haven't told my mom or anyone else about my nightmares or small anxiety attacks. I don't want it to interfere with what I'm trying to do.

"That's good. You're doctor appointment is at three just to check up on how you're doing," my momma says.

"Speaking of the doctor," I say, leaning back into the couch.

Messiah lets out a sigh and starts to get up. "You want something to eat, Michaela? I can make you some breakfast."

"Okay, thanks." She grabs the two mugs off the coffee table and disappears into the kitchen, leaving me and my mom to have this long awaited conversation.

"Korrine, we've talked about this," my momma says, shaking her head.

"No, we haven't. The last time we talked about it was in the hospital. I've tried to let it go, but it's been a week and Trey still isn't awake. They can't even find him another donor. Time is ticking," I explain.

"I just want you to-"

"I know, momma. You just want me to be safe and healthy. I'm safe now, and I'm sitting right here in front of you, begging you to let me help him!"