The Wrong Love

22: Wrong One

Daijah POV

I saw a tall, dark skin man with dreads walk into the room.

"Daijah, hey." He said reaching for my hand. I pulled away, frightened by the stranger. His eyes started fill with tears but they didnt drop.

"You gotta remember me. Its Black. The one that got you a job. Ya best friend. Daijah please tell me this is a joke." He said sniffling slightly. I nudged the nurse button with my elbow so they wouldnt notice. I dont know these people, but they know me. He finally let the tears fall and walked out.

The nurse came in with that lightskin guy, whos name I found out was Capo. He looked at me and shook his head.

"Can I tell you a story?" He asked gently as he sat at the end of my bed.

"Sure."

He told me about a 17 year old girl who had a hard life and one day met the love of her life. They went through little things, but she always stood there by his side. She got pregnant and lost her memory and their love was lost forever. It actually brought tears to my eyes.

"I feel so sorry for him." I said as I was still in shock.

"Yeah, I do to." He said before getting up and heading for the door.

"Capo." I yelled after him and he slowly turned to face me.

"Yeah?"

"Who am I?"

"The girl in the story. Im the guy. Thats my child in their." He said as he pointed to my stomach.

"Im sorry for the shit I did. Everything I did to hurt you. Baby, you've gotta at least one thing about me. Jordan. Third." I dont know what happened but when he said the name Third it like a whole nerve struck and anger filled within me.

"You killed him." I whispered out as anger filled within me.

Capo POV

"Baby, no I didnt."

"Yes you did. You lied to me about the whole thing! Black killed you. Why are you here?!" She screamed and threw the vasé at me and I ducked. #weavegametoocrucial

"Day, I didnt do it."

"Get out." She said calmly as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Day, you got the wrong person." I said defending myself. I was kind of mad at the fact that she wants to throw vases and shit at my head, but I let it slide.

"Get the hell out!" She yelled pointing at the door before flinging the covers and walking over to the restroom, slamming the door. Lord please Jesus, help me get my life back together.