Stephen Curry imagines

•FIFTY FIVE• pt 2

Previously...

"Why. You're afraid your girlfriend will find out" she gave her best pouty face.

"I don't need you ruining my relationship, okay?"

"Me?" She laughed "You're the one who slept with your girlfriend's friend of 6 years. Honey, I'm not the one who ruined your relationship"

"This is probably the worst time I could've walked back here..."

Stephen snapped his head looking at the voice coming behind him.

"Jordan?..."

***

"Oh hey, Jordan. I was just catching up with Stephen here."

Jordan nodded at her without breaking the intense stare between her and Stephen.

"Yea I can see that..."

Stephen turned his body towards Jordan regretting the moment he had the chance to just walk past Adriana and didn't take it.

Jordan stood there not saying a word, waiting to see what Stephen would say to explain what She had just heard.
But unfortunately for her, her boyfriend did not say a word.
That doesn't mean she didn't notice the girl she once called a friend eyeing her man.

After enough silence to kill somebody, Jordan's eyes filling with tears, she turned around and left ignoring the pleas from Stephen begging her to stop and wait.

Stephen could only follow her so far until security stopped him because it was dangerous to have one of the most famous basketball players walking around an arena full of fans.
So he watched as Jordan walked away, taking a heavy heart with her.

Watching her walk away from him with tears running down her face was one of the hardest things he had ever witnessed.

And so she drove home, vision clouded, mind a blur, heart-shattering by the second.

She didn't even pay attention to her phone that was ringing nonstop in the seat next to her.
She was in no position to listen anymore her mind had already thought for her enough.

She was hurt, betrayed, broken, and overall confused.
She felt like her heart was beating faster than it ever has before.

Once she got home she rushed inside to the only person she could count on at the moment.
Sara.

Without saying a word Sara reached her arms out for Jordan and took her into a hug while Jordan sat there and cried.
They went on like that for multiple minutes before Sara asked Jordan what was wrong.
She sat up and adjusted herself before explaining everything that happened once Sara left the game unbeknownst to her what truly went on before she showed up.

Sara wiped the tears falling down her face while she explained everything, Sara was upset, to say the least as she sat watching her friend cry her eyes out over her cheating boyfriend.
While Sara laid there with Jordan's head on her shoulder with the only sounds of sniffles and light hiccups they were surprised to hear a knock at the door.
Only taking a moment to realize who it was, while Sara's body filled with rage the thought of seeing Stephen only made Jordan cry harder.

Sara laid Jordan's head on the couch before going and opening the door, Jordan wasn't deaf she could hear the loud whispers of Stephen and Sara arguing about whether Stephen could come in or not before she heard Stephen yell and push past her.

"Jordan baby please talk to me" he gently said leaning on his knee in front of the couch.

Jordan only pulled her hood over her head in response.
Though he could still see her she couldn't see him and that made it a lot easier.

"Come on baby"

"Stephen just get out!" Sara snapped.

"This doesn't concern you"

Jordan peaked her head out to see the firing that was in the making between the two.

They started yelling back and forth while Jordan sat there unsure of what to do to stop the rage fueling inside them.

"You cheated on her with her friend you piece of shit!"

Stephen got a smirk on his face before looking at Jordan then back to Sara.

"I feel horrible for cheating on her, truly.
But let's not forget you knew and didn't tell her"

Jordan's attention was quickly caught by what he said.

"You knew?" She barely whispered.

"Jordan..."

"You knew! And didn't even tell me" her voice broke.

Stephen and Sara both got a front-row seat to watch more tears fill her eyes.
She quickly jumped off the couch and grabbed her keys while running out the door away from all the betrayal in one room.

She got in her challenger and drove down the road no longer caring about anything.

She was numb.

Too numb.

She went 55 but without a care, in the world, her 55 turned into 65 and only grew, before she knew it what was once 55 was now 90.
She only pushed the gas down further while the tears spilled out of her eyes.

Her voicemail was getting filled with the same messages over and over of "baby please answer" and "be careful"

She slowed down as she approached the glowing red street light.
While she sat at the light she picked up her phone and looked at the texts and missed calls, seeing the picture of Stephen as her wallpaper she rolled her window down and threw her iPhone out the window and experienced what it truly felt like to not what to live.

Without waiting she floored it and went through the red light.
And then the next.
And then the next.

She pushed her luck approaching the fourth light where she numbly went faster barely feeling the blow she took on her left when a car hit her.

She looked down at the blood in her hands, feeling broken glass all over her body trying to get the excruciating pain in her head to go away.
She felt like she couldn't move her body, all she heard were the worried tones of strangers trying to check on her.

"Are you okay?"

"Can you hear me?"

She couldn't get herself to respond as her eyes slowly fell shut before all she saw was darkness...