Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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It was about one in the morning and I was left alone once again as our girls night long came to an end. I already got the baby ready for bed and he was out like a light. The apartment was quiet as usual.
That's when I decided I was going to get ready for bed. I went into my closet and grabbed some pajamas to wear from by dresser and some underwear. Walking out of the closet, I heard my phone ringing.
Usually I'm in no rush to grab it, but tonight I was hoping Chris would at least call once. Jumping towards my phone I grabbed it and looked at the contact name. It was Chris' little brother Trey.
I looked at the phone weirdly, "since when does he call me" I said to myself before picking up the phone.
"Hello?" I said into the phone curiously
"Yeah...uh Celine" he said frantically, "do you know where Chris is at? He's not answering his phone" he said in a rush.
"Uh, yeah he went out?" I responded as I sat up in bed getting a bit worried, "Why? What happened?"
"I've been trying to get ahold of him and I-I can't get ahold of him—fuck " he said panicked and out of breathe
"Trey, I'm going to need you to calm down and tell me what's going on" I said firmly. At this point he was scaring me shitless.
"Celine...it's momma" he said in what sounded distraught "I just need to get a hold of Chris, Celine please"
At this point he was damn near hyperventilating.
"Okay okay, uh I'll try getting ahold of him" I said getting up off the bed, "just take a breath, and tell me what's going on you're scaring me"
"Just- I can't—If you do get a hold of him tell him to go to Manhattan General " He said hanging up the phone but I was able to hear the ambulance sirens in the background to know that this was very serious.
My mind immediately began to think the worst.
Right after he hung up I went straight to my contacts and immediately found Chris' name. Hitting the green call button, I immediately put the phone on speaker.
The phone began ringing several time, which did nothing but raise my anxiety levels as I paced the floor of my bedroom.
"Pick up the fucking phone Chris, come on" I said as I clenched my teeth.
"The person you are trying to dial is not-"
"You gotta be kidding me" I said as I tried calling one last time.
