Jodie R'manda Holmes. After ending a three-year relationship with the person that took care of her but failed to show her emotional, mental and physical affection, she gathered her things and moved back to her home town. Harlem, New York. Where she...
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Clenching his fist together, Keyaan listened to the doctor tell him that there was rohynol found in his system. He didn't know who would stoop as low as drugging him but he was determined to find out and fast. He couldn't let this situation ruin how far him and Jodie had came in their relationship.
"I'm so sorry that you have to go through this Mr.Brewster. If you would like a rape kit done. We would be more than willingly to give you one." The petite doctor spoke sympathetically.
"No that's ok. Thank you for the help." His jaw clenched in anger.
"Alright. If you have anymore questions after you leave, feel free to call and make an appointment and we'll be happy to help." She typed in her computer a little more before grabbing a two pieces of paper and handing it to him. "Here are your discharge papers. I wish you the very best." With that she walked out.
Keyaan left right after her going straight to his car. Once he made it inside, he couldn't help the firey anger that took over him as he beat on the steering wheel in frustration.
He blamed himself for going out. If he didn't, none of this would've occurred. Now his pregnant girlfriend was in the hospital. He didn't have a clue on who drugged him and he still had a daughter whose mother was nowhere to be found.
Ever since Keyaan went to pick Kairi up that day, Imari was MIA. He didn't worry about it because he had Jodie and his mother helping him with her. But that still didn't help the fact that he was still a single parent at the moment.
Going to his contacts, he scrolled until he reached her number and pressed call.
Calling Babymoms........
The phone rung and rung before going straight to voicemail. Groaning, Keyaan laid his head back against the headrest of the drivers seat with his eyes closed.
Shaking his head he only had one other option. Going back to his contacts he tapped his cousins contact. Bones 💙.
"Yooo cuz, what's the word?" He picked up quickly.
"Yeah man, you still got that connection."
"Yeah man, wassup? You good?"
"Nah man. I need some info on a pizza delivery driver. My pizza messed up."
"Word. Pull up on me. I got you cuz." That was all that Keyaan needed to hear before he pulled out the hospital parking lot and headed towards New Jersey. He knew he couldn't get much done with niggas in NY so he went to where he knew someone who could get shit done anywhere.
