August.
Dear Bodily Organs,
Right now is not the time to be playing with me. Did this woman just say 'uncle', as in Torian? Like her muhfuckin' husband?
So the same muhfucka I been looking for has damn near been in my face this whole time?
This shit can't be real.
Nope.
The same sick bitch that has been putting his hands on and raping his niece is married? With kids at that.
"AUGUST!"
"What man!?"
"I've been calling your name for at least five minutes."
"Okay and na' you got my attention. What?"
"Can I see your phone?" I dug in my pocket and gave her the phone. I put my head in my hands as I tried to calm down. All while I half ass listened to Draya's conversation.
"Greg? Yeah, can you get my car from the school?" She paused. "Mhm, when you get to the house grab the keys to my truck."
I looked up at her and she was looking back at me with a smirk. This girl was too damn much for my blood.
"Yeah, I'm fine. And just bring it to the hospital."
I sat back in my chair and just stared at her.
"Yeah, alright. Thanks again." She hung up and passed my phone back. "Thank you."
"Whatchu on Draya?"
"Since your truck is destroyed, you can have mine."
"Na' you know I can't do dat." She frowned.
"Why not?"
"Two things, one bein' ion like takin' shit, no matter what it is. And two, ion need you hangin' shit over my head."
"I wouldn't though. That's not me and you know that."
"Draya, I'm not takin' the car."
"We'll see." She looked away from me and back at Ashley. "Now you."
"What about me?" She said all geeked up. She can calm down, ain't shit happy about right now. If I'm pissed off, I'm sure Trav gone be mad as fuck.
"How long have you known him?"
"I've known him since high school, and we've been married for 9 years." Draya pinched the bridge of her nose, probably trying to release some pressure in her head, or tryna keep from hauling ass.
"Yo, Draya I'ma be back." She looked at me with a look that had what the fuck?, are you okay?, and seriously? all in one. "Girl, I just said I'ma be back." She folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes.
I sighed, and kissed her forehead. I grabbed my phone and walked out to the waiting room.
My mama had left after she found out I was good, and Trav, Rod, and Sneak was just sitting out here waiting on me.
"She good?"
"Yeah. Trav, you ain't finna buh'lee dis shit."
"What nigga?" They all stood up.
"That nigga Torian? That's her fuckin' uncle." He looked at me and anger flashed across his face.
"How close is you wit' shawty?"
"Close enough."
"Lyin' ass. D'as his lah' boo thang." Sneak teased.
"Shut that shit up. Why it matter?"
"You gon' have to damn near cuff ha'."
"Fa what?"
"Nigga don't act like you wasn't already on'nat wit' ha." Rod added.
"Chill out. Why I'm cuffin' her?"
"D'as da only way you gon' be able to get to bro wit'out all 'dat extra ass attention. Knowin' yo ass, you gon' fall fa ha ass." Already did. "Yo ass already did, didn't chu?"
"Man, chill."
"You ain't gotta say nothin' else, I'm ya brudda, I know you did." He said and they started laughing. "Gon' in thea' and claim ya bae."
"Shut up bruh." I shook my head. Even though they were right. It was in my intentions to cuff her. I sat down and put my head in my hands.
"Fuck wrong witchu?"
"Nothin'."
"Whateva nigga." I got up and walked back to Draya's room.
I opened the door and Ashley was no longer in here. I sat in my same spot, I looked at Draya.
"Why'd you leave?"
"Can't –" I was cut off by a knocking on the door.
"Come in." Her doctor walked in the room with a confused expression on her face. "What's the problem?"
"Uh, Miss Ramirez did you know that you were a little over six weeks?"
At that moment everything in the room stopped.
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