Hello everyone, 2021 is still shit. That’s it...that’s the post loll anyways, here I am back at it again with another short story. Well a short story preview of what’s to come. Enjoy ✨🖤
Oh and it’s called, ‘I still love you’
The paring knife glides through the white onion in a swift motion, Cahira starts to cut the slice into smaller pieces and scoots it over to the side of the wooden cutting board.
As she smelled the ground turkey cooking in the pan behind her, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes.
Squeezing them shut, she turns her head away from the cutting board; as she knows it is the enzymes from the onion that is the culprit of her eyesight being hindered for these few seconds.
Her grandmother always used to tell her to cut onions in cold water.
As always she never listened to her elders, opening her eyes she proceeds to finish chopping up the onions, placing the rest on the side and grabbing the sweet potatoes for her dinner.
After washing the potatoes off, she starts to poke little holes with a fork. Hearing her music playing throughout her kitchen, she starts to sway her 34 inch hips to the beat of the alternative band.
Just when the second chorus started she heard a noise.
“Grandad?”
Placing the potato down Cahira grips the fork in her hand, ready to charge at whoever was in her 1 bedroom apartment.
As she is walking toward the hallway which leads to the front door she feels that burning sensation again.
Cursing to herself for not just buying onion powder she wipes her eyes with the bottom of her shirt. She feels a tear slowly forming in her eyes.
“Hello?”
Cahira hears a bang on the door.
She let out a yelp, her body jumped and she then heard laughter on the other side of the door.
“Open the door yeah?”
Placing her hand over her heart, Cahira recognizes the voice immediately and swiftly opens her front door.
Leaning on the doorway; Cahira brings her hand up to her face, bringing one of her knuckles to wipe away a tear that had fallen. Her crooked smile is seen by her upstairs neighbor Jasir. “How did you know I was home?”
Jasir’s hazel colored irises lift up pondering her question, crossing his hairy cinnamon stained legs over one another. It took him a couple of seconds and he finally answered, “I just had a feeling.”
His nose catches a whiff of the ground turkey, that is currently almost to the point of burning in the pan. The 23 year old enters her home in a hurry, rushing over to the gas stove.
Observing the light brown meat turn even darker as the seconds pass Jasir’s eyes widen. He starts to yell out for Cahira who was chasing behind him.
“You can't just run here like- Oh my gosh my turkey!”
Cahira’s hand travels to the handle of the pan and dumps the ground turkey in the tupperware bowl she had cleaned earlier. Pinching her eyes shut Cahira balances the hot pan in her hands; while Jasir makes his way around the kitchen. Looking for any more potential accidents that might occur.
After gathering her thoughts Cahira places the dirty pan in the foamy warm water that sat in her stainless steel sink. She then focuses her attention on the onions she still hasn’t sautéed. Grabbing the paring knife she had earlier, she proceeds to place the raw onions in the small but hot pan in front of her.
Jasir on the other hand was looking for a dish brush, a sponge, anything to help Cahira out in any way he could.
As Cahira is stirring the onions around she noticed out of the corner of her eye, Jasir turning the faucet of the sink on and grabbing the dish soap.
Cahira’s thin mouth forms a tight smile, while shaking her head she forces herself to not veer her attention towards him. “What are you gonna do to help wash the dishes?”
He sarcastically replies, while moving his stumps on either side of his body. “No hands remember?”
Cahira drops her spoon on the spoon rest near her stove and her whole body spins around as her eyes widen. She peers down at his body, trying her hardest to hold in the laugh that was dying to come out. “You don’t have hands?”
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As the beginning of February rolls around; there is still snow on the ground. Nova and I are just getting out of our 3 p.m. class when I was scrolling through Facebook Nova asks, “Did you check out the place?”
As I open the door to exit the technology building I nod referring to Gifting Miracles, I look up giving her a grin. “Yeah. I think I might be a surrogate, I really need the money.”
After I let her exit her and then I follow suit; out of the corner of my right eye I see Nova’s body shivering, the strong winds mixed with the cold air was getting to her. As she begins to whine about how it was never this cold in Sussex I laugh at how she was bundled up in her scarf and gloves. She turns to me, her voice sounding muffled as her face is buried in her hands. “I get it, you better get one of those rich people, I heard they might even let you stay in there place for free.”
I scoff, while placing my phone in the pocket of my coat. “If it happens I better be staying there for free. I am carrying their baby.”
She continues to walk next to me, looping her arm underneath my right arm. “Anyway what else happened?”
I start to explain the conversation I had with the coordinator. “Well they said I needed to fill out an application which I did shortly after talking with the coordinator. She called like two days ago, thankfully I got accepted. Next is the screening, then an interview all of this should take place in spring.”
Her eyes light up as she looks across the campus, my eyes follow hers. I discover a hot chocolate stand and I immediately know why she led me out the door so quickly. “So exciting”
“Exciting? I’m gonna be miserable for 9 months”
“Well exciting for them...but girl just think after this you won’t have I ask your mom for nothing, now you can take of yourself”
Another arm loops around my other arm getting my attention. “Yesenia”
As if we were reading each other’s minds Nova and I rolled our eyes, while both greeting the 5’8 hockey player. “Hey Knoxx”
Knoxx gives me that signature grin, a snaggletooth peeking behind his pink lips. “You wanna come and study with me later?”
I retract my arm away from him as we walk up to the hot chocolate stand. I was currently taking 4 classes none of which he attended. Studying was his way of saying I want you drop those pants in his language. “Slow down cowboy, I thought you were hanging out with Carli tonight”
His thick eyebrows furrow into confusion as if he had no idea what I was talking about. Placing his hands in his dark blue coat his voice is taut, “Who told you that?”
Nova who was behind 2 people spoke up, “All the girls in African American history said you and her were going to sit by the fire at 6.”
Chuckling he focuses his robins egg blue eyes on anything but me. Shrugging he replies, “So what if we are?...I can get back early and spend the rest of the night with you.”
I scoff at his comment while looking at Nova, she’s giving me a thumbs down. Crossing my arms in front of my body I glare at him. “I don’t need Carli’s sloppy seconds Knox.
It was now Nova’s turn to get her desired hot chocolate, she put her order in and was waiting for her hot beverage. She turns her body towards him, letting out a breath. “Knoxx you really need to stick to just one girl”
“Listen Nova I don’t need just one girl, I’m here to help the community with my experience.”
I step closer to Knoxx; making us just inches apart from each other I whisper while lightly touching his jeans. “What experience are we talking about exactly?”
Looking up at the sky he lets out a hearty laugh. Looking directly into my eyes he states in a cocky tone. “You already know what experience I’m talking about Yesenia, so what’s your answer...your room at 7:45?”
In a simple but direct tone I answer him while hitting his arm, “You better wear a condom with her.”
“I always do” he replies, after our short conversation he says he has to go before he’s late to pick up his older brother from work and just like that he’s gone.
Nova while taking a sip of her hot beverage asks, “Why do you two use each other like that?”
My lips twist up and I let out a sigh. “Nova I don’t want to hear it”
“No, I’m going to tell you Yesenia you need to find-”
I interrupt her waving my left hand in the air, “I know I know, a nice guy who will treat me right”
Nova rolls her eyes, “Exactly...so why aren’t you doing it?”
“Because he’s great in bed”
“Yesenia!!”
“What I’m serious, that man know how to make a girl scream.”
“Your nasty you know that?”
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I check the time, it is now 7:36 p.m. and I know I was late to come over to my mother's house and clean up for her. Knowing she gets off around 7 p.m. I need to get started.
Just as I was rising up from my seat on the city bus I receive a text from Knoxx.
After our “study session” which lasted longer than usual I knew I was going to spend the night on my mothers couch. My mind is telling me no but my body is reacting differently. Brushing that feeling away I walk off the city bus and make my way to her front door, putting the key in the lock I unlock the door and slowly open it.
“Mom?”
Looking around the small apartment I see her shoes by the door but I don't see her, she’s probably taking her bath. So instead of interrupting I decide to set my coat on the nearby coat rack and begin to start the cleaning process of my mothers 1 bedroom apartment.
As I'm cleaning I remember the memories of her waking me out of my sleep on a Sunday morning with Salsipuedes playing loud like we didn't have neighbors right next to us.
After about 15 minutes of cleaning the living room which consisted of vacuuming, dusting, I even wiped off the clock that was on the wall. I begin to make my way over to the kitchen, I immediately go to the oven and take out the various pots and pans that lay in the small convection oven and place them on the nearby counter top.
After I get all of the kitchen cookware in their correct places, I bend down near the stove to start cleaning when I hear my mother’s voice behind me.
“Que demonios” (what the hell) I feel my mother walk closer to me, turning my head I see her seamed face with her large nose flared, her thick dark brown eyes arched upwards as her lips frowned.
“Que” (What) I answer, my eyes shifting back and forth from the living room and back to her.
Rolling her eyes she turns her head the other way looking away from me, she suppresses her anger with a huff. Placing her hand on my shoulder, “Why do you clean up for me some days of the week when you know I can clean for myself? It’s what I do mija.”
“Mom I know you're tired when you come home...besides I want to help you like you’ve helped me”
She chuckles, “I'm your mother it’s my job to help you...or else CPS would’ve got involved a long time ago.”
She clicks her tongue, moving quickly to gather the pots and pans. “¿Por qué mueves mis ollas y sartenes?” (Why are you moving my pots and pans?)
“Here we go” I mouthed.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing mom” I mumbled.
“You didn’t clean the living room right either” she ranted as she points to the coffee table which had a small piece of dust on it.
My mouth ajar at her comment, I rise up from my bended position placing the sponge in the sink I exclaimed. “I cleaned it exactly how you showed me!”
Her eyes slowly lift up towards me face, “Are you getting loud with me?”
Met with nothing but silence on her end, her eyes shooting daggers my way I stand there with my mouth shut and my eyes focused on her.
I see her walk to the sink, “Let me clean, I can clean my own place” getting ready to start on the dishes she loses her balance and bumps into the counter.
I rush over to her placing my hand on her arm, she winces in pain as she quickly retracts her arm from my hand, “Don’t touch...I’m fine”
Her job working as a housekeeper for this rich family is taking a toll on her body, everyday for the past 3 months she has come home tired, aching and she can barely cook dinner for herself. It angers me to see my mother in so much pain but she just takes it as working hard but I’m seeing it as nearly killing herself for a paycheck.
She has now started to wash the dishes, she has a cup in her hand and she is running it over the water.
Kissing my teeth with a frown etched on my face I walk up to her taking the sponge out her hand, “Your tired mom please go sit down”
She tries to grab the sponge from me, “Pero-” (but)
I give her a stern look while bumping my hip to hers, motioning her to move away from the sink, “Ve y siéntate” (go and sit down)
As I'm putting up the clean towels and washcloths that I had folded; I rest on the couch near my mother.
Placing my head on her shoulder, I breath in the faint smell of lavender on her skin as she places her arm around me.
“Whats going on?” She asks with her eyes closed.
“Hmm?” I replied.
Kissing her teeth she asks again, “With you Yesenia? Your schooling”
Grabbing a nearby pillow I start to meddle with the beading, “Don't worry about it mom”
I look over at her waiting for a reaction, she opens her eyes and her eyebrows draw together, “Don't worry? My daughter is now attending college and might not graduate and you want me to be fine with it?”
“I'm handling it”
In the back of my mind I was freaking out because I don't know if the surrogate agency is going to place me with a family who can pay me the money I'm needing to pay off my schooling. Lying to her and to myself I look into her eyes seeing the bags underneath; I take her hands into mine. Giving her a faint smile,“Yes it’s all under control.”
“Yesenia…”
Shushing her I lead her over to her bedroom, as she sits down on her very old queen sized mattress I start to lift her feet up to place them under the covers. I quietly say to her, “Your always taking the weight of the world on your shoulders” As she gets comfortable in her current position, I place a kiss on her forehead and walk over to the entryway, turning my head to see her one last before I leave the room.
“Not this time” I whisper, flicking the light off I close the door and let my mother get the rest she deserves.
A/N: Hey my angels!! Not gonna lie I’ve been binge watching t.v. shows on Netflix when I get home from work so that’s kind of why I haven’t been posting like I should be. But it has helped me like a lot with different stories ideas and possibilities in my writing, so I’m looking forward to that. Anyways here is the next chapter to The Personal Trainer, Enjoy ♥
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It been about 2 weeks since I got that news that Henry is becoming the new department head, but my mind was somewhere else like on my match last weekend, which I won by the way. 4 rounds in I finally got my opponent, |Kiki “the monkey” Nicks: lost by KO|
I was dreading going back into work though. I didn't stop by the cafe this morning just because I couldn't stand seeing Jacob hurt and not doing anything about it, I barely get past the front desk when I hear Mr. Gerald yell. “Azalea you're late!!”
I pause, momentarily stomping my heel on the gray tiled floor, I look over at him. “Sorry I lost track of time I was at the gym”
He sighs, annoyance is clearly written on his face. “Breakfast is for eating not for working out…boxing comes second”
I start to walk away from him, sighing loudly. “Damn get off my balls…”
He speed walks over to me pointing his finger in my face. “Your testing me Azalea don't try something you can't start.”
Cameron walks past not even acknowledging my presence, I literally had to follow to her to her desk for her to finally look up at me. My eyebrows mush together confused as to why she is not speaking to me. “Hey”
Silence.
Her eyes look away from my face as she signs into her computer. I chuckle softly, “Damn who pissed in your cereal?”
Her eyes slowly shift up to me, “You bailed on our drinks”
My mouth forms an O, “The drinks!!”
She nods her head all dramatic like and she begins with sarcasm, “Yeah the drinks, I sat at that bar for 2 hours looking like a loser.”
I'm relieved to know it isn't anything serious, I shuffle over to her chair and fling my long arms around her. Laying my head on her shoulder an evident frown on my face. “I found out Henry got the promotion I had to let off some steam and I saw Fiona”
I could feel her body tense up once I mentioned Fiona, she starts to roll her shoulders backwards, trying her best to get me off. “Oh Fiona? So I'm guessing she's your new bestie now huh? Well that's nice you two get to spend so much time together.”
I squeeze her body firmly shaking her a little bit a joyous tone hidden in my voice, I didn't like my best friend not speaking to me over something so silly. “Forgive me please I'll buy lunch?”
“Depends are you actually going to show up?” She scoffs, a second later I hear laughter coming from her.
I start to smile as well. “You can't stay mad at me”
“Hey Belinda is Henry here?” I hear Mr. Gerald ask the receptionist, his normal hard and tight lipped face now has a look of concern.
Belinda shakes her head. “No”
“There's an entire board of directors in there and he's nowhere to be found!” He exclaimed, scratching the back of his neck causing it to turn a strawberry red color. I'm a bit concerned as well. I remove my arms from Cameron as we both walk over to the front desk to see what's going on.
“Have you checked his apartment?” Belinda asks.
Mr. Gerald sighs as he puts his fingers it a fist and bring his left hand up, he starts to hit the side of his head, bringing his hand back and forth. “His cellphone….his mother’s cell phone, I even called the guy who walks his dog; nothing”
For a second I thought I saw a smile appear on his face and it's rare that I see my boss smile. He brings his hand down and walks towards me, he places both hands on my shoulders. “Azalea… you can do the presentation for me, you know the report better than anybody.”
Is he serious? Now because his minion isn't here I'm the backup plan?....No no no no I'm no one's second choice. I bounce my leg up and down repeatedly and I can see Cameron right next to me, arms crossed having a scowl on her face. “Oh so now you need me?”
He starts to plead with me, I could tell he was desperate. “I was wrong ok, do you need an apology?...I'll scream it out the window if you want me to.”
“The promotion?” I asked, my eyes slanted towards the 5’9 plump male.
His expression turned sour for a moment but then it turned into a look of defeat. “I'll think about it; just please.”
He removes his hands from my shoulders, that’s when I hear my best friend chime in. “And a raise for me?”
Mr. Gerald turns to her, giving her a stern eye.
She starts to stomp like a young child, her plump lips form into a pout. “Damn I can't get anything”
I'm ready for this presentation but I totally forgot my folder at the desk,“Ok just let me go get a copy”. I start to walk away to go retrieve it when he stops me midway, holding a folder up in his hand he gives me another smile. “I've got one right here”
After he hands me the folder, we both quickly walk to the meeting room. Before he puts his hand on the doorknob, his eyes focus on mines.“I'm going to I introduce you to the board and then you can come in and blow them away...again thanks so much”
I give him a smile, “I got it.” Once he opens the door to step inside I could see the different faces inside sitting down in the tall white chairs that surround a large frosted glass table. Now I'm getting a bit nervous, my palms start to sweat and my stomach starts to turn. I place my hand on my abdomen breathing in and out slowly, taking a couple of breaths to just relax.
As I hear my name being presented on the other side of the door, I was about to place my hand on the door knob when I hear my cell phone ring.
I quickly grab the phone from inside my bra and place the phone up to my ear, not checking who was actually on the other line, but to my surprise it's Fiona.
Her usual bland voice was very hearty, cheerful almost. “Hey just called to wish you good luck today”
I take a moment to process what she just said to me, I didn't understand. I needed some clarification, I start to ask her. “What do you mean?”
She chuckles as if something is funny, “Well for your report thing” she says in a matter of fact tone.
Ok now I'm really confused. I start to walk away from the door, “How did you know?”
I don't know why but I sensed some strange in this next statement she said to me. “I just have a feeling everything will work out the way it should”
“Wait how did you-”
She quickly speaks over me and starts going on about how she has this new workout plan for me and how it's going to be killer. She is Garrulous, just talking up a storm. But still in the back of mind I wanted to know what she mean by her previous statement about how things should workout. I try to say her name but she keeps on talking over me, after I hear her voice stop I quickly call out her name. “Fiona”
She quickly said she had to go and hung up the phone.
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After the presentation as I promised Cameron and I were out for lunch my treat of course. Plus knowing her she will take whatever food you will offer her, I already know this bill is gonna be high because this girl can eat. Don't let the her tall and lanky frame fool you she can eat for days. As we were waiting in the front for an open table Cameron flings her arms around me, “Congratulations!!!”
I almost fall down, she is literally leaning on me, I playfully push her off laughing in the process. “Thanks”
I turn my head over to her as she speaks, she nudges my shoulder with a grin. “The office is buzzing, they say your presentation was the best they’ve ever had.”
A small smile came on my face as I brush my shoulders off. “I know, I'm amazing...Gerald should be on his knees begging for me to be the new department head”
“Yes he totally should” I see her eyes following a nearby waitress who is holding a Margherita pizza. I can practically see her drool almost falling out of her mouth, this hostess needs to hurry up before Cameron runs to the back and demands the cook to make her some food.
Finally after 5 more minutes of waiting and of Cameron complaining about how long they were taking, we sat down at a booth. Cameron immediately being paranoid didn't want to sit on the side that had her facing the crowd, she didn't like when people looked at her while she ate. Her anxiety got the best of her sometimes, so me being the good friend I switched with her. Once our menus were in our hand we waited for a waitress to come tend to us.
I skim the menu and my eye lands on the crab dip with Naan, I think I'm going to get that. As I place my menu back down on the table, I watch Cameron who is literally listing off the foods she wants. I stop her mid sentence when she said she wants steak.
“You know what? We should get some wine, excuse me!!” I flag down a waiter, a male who approaches us with an obvious fake smile on his face.
“Ma’am?”
I place my elbows on the table resting my chin on my now locked fingers. “Can we get some Pinot Grigio please?”
He nodded his head and said he’ll be back with our wine in a minute, I quietly thank him and stare off into the crowded restaurant full of people. I start to wonder again, about Henry.
I focus my attention back on Cameron. “It's just weird you know..Henry really wanted that position and then he didn't show up.”
Cameron shrugs, “Maybe he got cold feet”
“Wouldn't he have just called in sick?” I ask, my lips twisted. The waiter comes back with two glasses and pours us a generous amount of wine.
“Well it doesn't matter now..the job is yours you should be excited”
I know…” I trail off not able to finish my sentence.
Cameron sighs and takes a sip of her wine. “It's not like you did something to him.”
I hear my phone buzzing against my thigh, I pick the phone up from my lap and when I check to see who it is Cameron snatches the phone of my hand, her long nails barely graze my hand as she brings the phone up to her ear. “Who is this?”
I'm looking at Cameron for some verification on who just called my phone, I could see her demeanor change drastically. Her mouth formed a straight line as she was listening to whoever was on the other end, “Oh hi Fiona...yes it's Cameron her best friend...she’s out right now so if you could just stop riding my friends dick, that would be great. Oh and she won't be going to practice today goodbye” She pulled the phone away from her ear and proceeded to place it on the table.
I am seriously appalled by the way Cameron acted towards Fiona on the phone just now. I shake my head side to side quickly as I snatch my phone up from in front of me.
She rolls her eyes at me and drinks the rest of her wine. “What? That lady doesn't scare me..what's she gonna do? Make me run around the track after school”
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“So you're Azalea” Fiona says as I walk through her office door, I sit down at the chair she has in front of her silver metal desk. “Yes”
She smiles and slides me over a pamphlet. She points out the important parts with a pen. “My private coaching starts at $1000 per 3 hour session for a minimum of 4 sessions a week.”
I look it over the information again and in my head I'm freaking out because I already know I don't have the money for I but I have to do this. I look up at her and give her a nod. “Yeah that's fine”
She changes positions by placing her elbows on the desk, bringing her hand out in front of her locking her fingers together. Concern was written all over her face. “Look you're talking about a local tournament why is this so important to you?”
I think back remembering last year when I was winning left and right, I was unstoppable back then. I cross my legs. “Well, I used to be the #1 ranking in this city...but then I was having some personal problems which stopped me from getting in the ring. It's been 2 months and I haven't won a single fight. I just want to prove to everyone that Azalea “the assassin” is back and she’s stronger than before.”
Her look of concern disappears after I give her my little background, a small smile appears on her lips. “I’ll give you a deal, if you can last 2 minutes with me in the ring I'll give you a discount…. $500 per 3 hour session”
My face is beaming right now, and it's cheaper. I stand up ready to put on my gloves and go into the ring. “Lets go”
She calls out my name before I walk out the door, I stand by the door. She motions for me to come back to the chair chuckling, “I will break you down Physically in ways you never knew you could be...it will be tough, are you sure you're ready for it?”
“I was born ready”
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After talking a little bit more with Fiona, she invited me out to lunch. We went to this local diner Brownstone, we were seated in a booth just waiting for our food.
Fiona hands me a piece of paper, I take a look at it but before I can read it she explains. “It's just a standard liability contract, I make all of my clients fill one out. It's just stating that if you drop a weight on your toe, I'm not held responsible...just sign right there at the bottom” She hands me a pen.
Once I take some time to read it over I see something at the bottom of the page. “What’s this?... 3 time winner”
Fiona laughs lightly, the waitress came with our food setting it down at the table. “Oh that's nothing, it's just a goal that I set for my clients sort of a guarantee they will become a better boxer during the program”
“3 wins just seems a lot”
“I do have 100% success rate” Fiona takes a sip of her tea, watching me intently. I don't say anything after that, I was looking around not wanting to sign it right away. She continues. “When you're really motivated you would be surprised how fast it comes off...Just sign right there”
“Fuck it” I take the pen quickly sign the paper.
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After lunch with my new personal trainer I got through the front door to my apartment that I share with my boyfriend. I set my keys for down on the kitchen counter. Griffin was just sitting on the couch.
“Babe guess what?”
He turns his head over to me, his curls falling down over his face. “What”
I jump up and down, like a child. “I got a new personal trainer!’
A huge grin is plastered on his face, he takes his hand to move the hair from out of his face. “That's great...what kind of time commitment are we looking at?”
I plop down next to him. “A couple times a week”
“So what just 2?” He says as he looks at me, taking a hold of my hand playing with my fingers.
I glance over at the t.v. quickly, he's always playing 2k. “Probably 4 and weekends”
“4 or 5 times a week?” He questions, I could already tell by the tone in his voice, he wasn't feeling this conversation at all.
“This is a world class trainer...baby this is a once in a lifetime opportunity”
“Are you sure you're ready?” He asks again, taking his free arm and wrapping it around me.
I shrug my shoulders, not really sure. But I knew in the back of my mind this was the thing I needed. “I don't know but every part of me is telling to just push through it”
I’m here to give y’all a little blurb for one of my WIP. I’m not posting it for a while, (Coming Fall 2018!)
Wanted to let y’all know this is from Azalea’s POV
I get out the salon chair my usual curly hair is now pin straight running my hands through, I hear my phone ringing in my purse.
Once I pull the phone out I see Cameron's name on the screen. I press answer call, bringing the phone up to my ear. “Hey girl”
“Hey!! How's it going?!” I hear her on the other end, I can tell she was out in town by the wind blowing into the phone and I heard cars honking.
“It's going great actually I got a new trainer!” I reply, walking out the salon my pressed hair blowing in the wind.
I hear her scream in excitement. After she calms down she asks. “So is he hot?”
I roll my eyes while heading to my car, walking across the crosswalk. “Cameron it's a she”
I swear her mind is always on someone’s dick.
“Ohhh you need to tell Griffin you're into women now” I hear her laughing.
“Oh hush” I playfully scold her over the phone, I find my car and press the button to unlock the doors.
“What's her name?” Cameron questions.
“Fiona Wescott”
She hums in response. “That name sounds familiar….my brothers girlfriend trained with her like 6 months ago”
My eyebrows furrowed, a frown forming on my lips. I get silent, “The one that died?”
“Yeah” Cameron says quietly.
I sit down In the driver's seat, placing the key in the ignition, the engine starts. “How'd she die?”
“Car accident...she got hit by a truck they say it was a hit and run”
“Damn…”
“You sure you want to train with her?...I heard she's really hardcore” Cameron warns. I know she's just trying to be a good friend and look out for me but I got this. I start to back out the parking space. “Cameron I need hardcore...I need to start winning, damn can I at least get some support here?”
I hear her sigh. “Fine...I'm so proud of you...now don't become one of those gym rats who thinks they only need to drink a green smoothie for breakfast.”
“Seriously Cam it's not funny”
She smacks her lips. “Ok sorry, I just want to make sure your not pushing yourself too hard”
“I'm fine” I assure her, driving out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
I was back from a long weekend of ice packs and Tylenol tablets, I decided to stop by Donnie’s Gym.
Once I walked in I was greeted by my Uncle who is also my coach. “What are you doing here?” He had a look of concern when he saw my face, I could already tell he was staring my nose which was still swollen from the events prior.
I roll my eyes and walk past him, looking around the building. I can sense that he is following behind me; I turn around we are face to face now, that's when I start to speak. “Look I know you said I can’t compete again until I win a match but-”
I got interrupted by his laughter. Then his tone got serious. “You haven’t won in 2 months Azalea...No”
I scoff, I wasn't taking no for an answer. I continued. “Look we can try different cities...different countries-”
He motioned his hand back and forth between me and him. “We?”
I nodded my head.“Yeah I was thinking we-”
Again I was interrupted by him, he turns to me his eyes focused on mines, he grips both of my shoulders softly. “These girls come in here fighting for their life...kill or be killed. People actually die in the ring, I don't want you being the next victim….this isn't a game this is real life”
I brush him off, chuckling. “Your over exaggerating..I'm not gonna die, I'll never let another girl get the best of me anymore”
Now it's his turn to chuckle. “You real tough now huh?”
“You damn right”
“I'm not taking you on” he walks past me, walking towards the back where there were some girls practicing. I could already tell in his demeanor he was getting aggravated. He cups his hands over his mouth and starts to yell.
“WE AREN’T SOME PRISSY BALLERINAS THAT ARE GRACEFUL AND SOFT...WE ARE BOXERS WE ARE HARD, WE ARE MIGHTY, WE FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHT TO BE IN THE RING. WE ARE CHAMPIONS!”
After hearing that I got pumped all over again, I grabbed some gloves nearby that was sitting on the ground. I climb into the 20 foot square ring. “Listen up”
“Get out the ring Azalea!” I hear my Uncle yell out.
Ignoring him I walk in the middle of the ring, I take off my necklace and hold it up. “This necklace my boyfriend gave me...worth $400 whoever can knock me out in under 10 seconds get its.”
“What I gotta put up for it” I hear someone say. I look to where the sound was coming from, I smirk at her. |Rachel Otis “The Cheetah”| 12-1-0 | 13 wins by knockout |
“Put up your hands” I start to put my gloves on, I feel someone tugging at my shirt.
I look down and see My Uncle. “What are you doing?!”
“I'm going to prove to you that I am a champion”
He shakes his head side to side,“You don't have to prove anything to me..you are going to get your shit rocked” He warns.
I move out the way so I can get in my stance. I hear my uncle again, “Put on your head gear”
“I don't need it” I skip back on the ring, I turn back around and touch gloves with her. I back up and throw a couple of punches to the body, I could tell she was losing her footing so I used that against her, moving to opposite side every time she moved. Eventually she got caught up and I got her, sending an uppercut, she falls down in the ring.
To say I was on a high was an understatement, I felt like I was on top of the world. I hop on the ropes of the ring and yell. “What did I tell you!! I still got it...send someone else in, I'm ready”
I see Uncle Don shaking his head, I know he didn't believe in me but now I'm showing him; I'm showing everybody i'm back and I'm better. I see someone step in front of the ring. Helena “The Firecracker” Kingsmith |29-0-0 | 20 wins by knockout | “I’m next….I’ll knock you out in 4 seconds”
Uncle Don turns to Helena. “You need to warm-up?”
Helena cracking her neck staring directly at me, I can tell she’s out for blood. “No, I got it” She walks past him and hops into the ring. “You ready to rumble?”
“Less talking more fighting” I stare back at her, but before I start I take my uncle’s advice and put on some headgear. After I get situated I walk up to her, ready to touch gloves but she shook her head no. I proceed to back up in my corner and someone rings the bell.
It all felt like a blur, 4 seconds later I'm face down on the mat. One punch to my face and I was done. I lay on the floor struggling to breathe, I spit out my mouthpiece and I hear my uncle in my ear.
“I told you...you aren’t ready”
I finally get myself up, resting on my elbows. “No I am ready, just tell me what to do”
He sighs, he grabs my arm helping me back up on my feet. We both walk over to the front desk where he gets out the first aid kit. “That’s not my job to tell you what to do, I'm supposed to teach you and your supposed to know what to do.” He takes some cotton balls out and starts to press it on my now tender nose. “Look Azalea, I already told you I'm not working with you anymore”
Just then I hear Helena come from behind my snatching the necklace out of my hands, before she walks out she turns to me. “My mother will love this necklace”
Damn.
Griffin is going to be pissed.
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I was on facetime with my mom who was telling me about how my dad was attempting to fix the garage door. When the conversation died down, she finally focused her attention on me. “How was your day?”
I move the camera closer to my bruises on my face, and then I bring the camera back out frowning. “How do I look mom?...I got my ass beat in front of everybody”
I hear her on the other end, probably laying in her bed watching her favorite t.v. show- The Discovery Channel. “What did your uncle say...is he going to take you on?”
“He dropped me”
“What? Isn't he family”
I set my phone down on my coffee table and I bring the now melted ice pack from my face, walking over to the kitchen. I mumble to myself. “Yeah….I guess family don't mean shit to him”
“Oh honey-bun, me and your father are here...Are you gonna continue fighting?” I hear her say.
I shouted back. “Of course I am...it’s in my DNA”
I think back to my birth father, he was one of the best boxers in the state of California, my birth mother left when I was 8. She went to go live with another man so that left me and my father, he took care of me. I remember going with him to the tournaments and my Uncle Don was right beside us, It was us against the world.
When I turned 12 my dad got into heavy drugs and drank a lot, he would come home and just start yelling and breaking all of the furniture and then when he would wake up the next morning he didn't know what had happened.
It just kept getting worse, to the point that CPS got involved and I got taken away, by the time I was 15 I had been in about 10 foster homes...hated all of them. I finally got adopted by my amazing mother and father who have treated me like the princess I am, they let me keep in contact with my Uncle so he has been training me for fighting in the ring ever since I was 16.
After having my flashback I got a new ice pack out from the freezer and walked back in the living room, grabbing my phone and sitting down on the couch, Indian style.
“What are you gonna do if you don't have a coach?”
“I don't know..” A bright flash of color caught my attention, it was coming from the t.v. I grabbed the remote and pressed unmute.
“Hi I'm Fiona Wescott, With my unique 5 point plan I will put you on the path to get the training you deserve.”
I start to remember the fight, then the fight after the fight. Her name, it rings a bell...I pause the tv. “Fiona...that name sounds familiar”
After a few seconds of me trying to relay back the memories of my previous match, I remember her face. “Mom I gotta call you back”
I fish out the woman's business card, from my purse.
Fiona Wescott
(362)-425-2526
Here for your boxing needs
I click on the phone icon on my phone and press the numbers, it rings for a few seconds before I hear her pick up. “Fiona Wescott….”
“Hi yes I was calling for an appointment to meet with you.”
She continues. “Ok, your name and what time?”
I start to walk over to the my fridge, checking my calendar for tomorrow. “Is 2 good? And I'm Azalea”
The big idea is that once it's lost it can never be regained. - Robin Sharma
"Now ladies and gentlemen introducing the new face of Harp, Leyla"
Leyla steps out in her red Valentino custom gown and approaches the stage. Hearing the roar of applause and the smiles on everyone's faces made her feel alive. It made her feel overjoyed with gladness that so much hard work was put into her career she felt that she deserved it 1000%.
She cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone standing in front of her.
"I'm so happy to be sharing this wonderful moment with everyone in this room if it wasn't for Melanie or my awesome management I couldn't have done any of this. Peace and blessings to all....thank you". She grabs the hand of the young man, that was on the other side of the stage and walks off. When she went out into the crowd she was greeted with a bombardment of hugs and "Congratulations" from a multitude of people.
A few minutes after her best friend/photographer Melanie walks up to her, embracing her in a big heartfelt hug.
Just then Piper rushed towards them in a panic. "Where's Joslyn? Where is she?". The Asian beauty, Piper said referring to the infamous Joslyn Logan. She was a model, actress you name it she did it. Joslyn was also working with Leyla's same management company but she quit days before the ceremony because she didn't get the offer.
Leyla was confused as to why she wasn't at the event too but it never crossed her mind that she never saw Joslyn. "I don't know"
Piper looks at the two young women standing before her, a tear nearly slips from her brown eyes. "She said she would be here, she wouldn't miss this".
Melanie seemed amused by Pipers concern. "Oh, really she wouldn't miss this? Leyla got the offer and Joslyn didn't. You really think she would be happy to come here?"
Piper started to get agitated, clenching her jaw and waving her finger in Melanie's face. "Well, Melanie-"
Leyla came in between the two women, one her best friend and the other a co-worker. "Guys stop! This a celebration now come on and have some drinks and be nice"
Piper backed away from Leyla and moved towards her left. Opposite of where Melanie stood. "Maybe you need to tell your friend that because she seems like she's a little heated right now"
Melanie spoke "Maybe you need to walk away before I really get angry"
Piper was silent.
"I'm going to get some punch," Melanie said lowly under her breath, to no one in particular. She walked off towards the Beverage station.
Leyla turns her body towards Piper. "I'm sure she's around here somewhere"
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Leyla
After 3 hours of nonstop dancing, with my sister Esther, Melanie and a couple of other models, I had to sit down. These heels were killing me. I never knew I would hate these Giuseppe heels, but I do. I'm sipping on this fruit punch Vanessa, my manager got for me. I see his Tassel black loafers, I know it's him by his cologne. I honestly didn't think he would come but I guess he changed his mind, that's when I look up and see his handsome face.
Grey Torrez my boyfriend....well ex-boyfriend.
"Please, dance with me" Grey speaks in a low voice. He seems a little bit nervous because of the breakup two days ago. He strokes his fingers nervously through his hair.
How could I say no to him?
His green eyes rest on mine in a tense way.
"Sure," I say lowly.
His hand covers my delicate small one as he leads me onto the dance floor. He stretches out his arm and twirls me. I collide clumsily with his chest and I feel the rumble in his chest as he laughs softly. Grey presses me tightly against his chest, holding my right hand in his hand and his other hand rests with a comfortable pressure on the naked skin on my back.
"Thank you for dancing with me" He whispers in my ear.
"Your welcome," I say back.
I almost have a fan girl moment when I saw James Arthur come in. 2 days ago when we were planning this elaborate event, Grey told me he had a surprise but I didn't think he would actually go through with it. He still told James to come perform even though we weren't together anymore... knowing Grey he always had a plan and I think this one was working.
James Arthur starts to sing the first few sentences. I start to feel butterflies in my tummy.
"I met you in the dark you lit me up, you made me feel as though I was enough"
"We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when you were throwing up."
I smile because I remember the time when Grey ever saw me drunk when I first got to New York I had a convivial attitude.
Flashback
I hadn't meant to have as many drinks as I did, but they just kept being offered and I was having the time of my life, so I didn't even really notice.
"Greyyyyyyy!" I cried, stumbling over to where he was leaning against the bar.
He put out his hands to steady me before I went crashing into something and smirked.
"Alright there, babe?"
"I'm...on top of the world!" I giggled. Suddenly, my face went serious and I looked around the room, nervously.
"What's wrong?"
"Grey...the room is spinning. We should hold on to something."
Grey chuckled and brought my hand to his lips. "It's okay baby, I've got you. The room will stop spinning once I get you home to bed."
I turned to him and wiggled my eyebrows. "Home to bed, huh? You in a hurry to get me naked, Torrez?"
"Any other night, yes," Grey nodded, "But not tonight. You're drunk off your ass."
End of Flashback
"And then you smiled over your shoulder for a minute I was stone cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest"
His leg slides between mines, and he turns us both around in an easy way.
"And you asked me to stay over, I said I already told ya I think that you should get some rest"
As James sings this sentence I blush. Remembering that night, I almost got in bed with him that night, thank the Lord he stopped me, now I don't blame anyone for sleeping with anyone early into the relationship but that's just not me.
"I knew I loved you then but you'd never know cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go. I knew I needed you but I never showed"
He lifts his head, looking into my eyes. His right hand holding mines encompasses my hand in a new way, he places my hand flat on his chest. Covering my small hand with his big one. Sensing his heart beating, I look up and meet his eyes.
"I wanna stay with you until we're gray and old just say you won't let go"
My heart starts to race. I know that I shouldn't let this little dance mess with my head but I can't help it, he was my first love, the first person who ever loved me back and now we are broken up but dancing together. This is wrong very wrong but I couldn't just let go of this, let go of what we had.
I'm so glad that I used waterproof makeup. Putting my head on my right hand, which rests on his shoulder.
His hair tickles my nose and I close my eyes smelling his scent one last time. As he turns us I open my eyes taking this time to scan the room. My brown eyes fall on Melanie and my oldest sister Esther probably talking about if I and Grey are getting back together. Luke, Joslyn's boyfriend is at the bar drinking of course; I swear he's an alcoholic. But I don't see Piper, I remember moments before Grey whisked me onto the dance floor she was heading towards the hallway towards the bathroom or maybe down the elevator? hmm... she probably went to go search for Joslyn wherever she is.
As the song ends and he spins me around I turn my head to the left and see a police badge, that's when I felt Grey's hand leave mines and another hand grabs mines.
I look down at the new hand and see that it favors a woman's, my eyes slowly lift up to see the face staring directly at me. It was a police officer. "Do you know Joslyn Logan?"
"Yes? Why...what's the problem?"
The room got silent
"Joslyn Logan was found dead."
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After the police arrived, everyone was evacuated from the building. A tall blonde woman with a tight blue shirt with some casual black slacks and black boots walked over to the group of young models and photographer. She flashes her badge at everyone and starts asking questions. "I know this is incredibly difficult but I'm going to need to ask you some questions with this still fresh in your minds."
"How could this happen?" Piper says as she is still processing in her head what she just heard, Luke takes off his jacket placing it on her shoulders.
"I'm Officer Harrison" she stated. Giving nods to everyone she made eye contact with. Her stern presence made it known she meant business, she looks at Piper. "That's what I'm trying to figure out, as I understand there was a party going on upstairs.....Why were you celebrating?"
Melanie steps towards the police officer. "Leyla just made a big achievement in her modeling career and she got the new face of this new fashion line"
"Was anyone unhappy about that?" Harrison questioned again, this time bringing her notepad out.
"No, we were all very happy for her" Melanie once spoke again.
"What about Joslyn was she happy for her as well?"
Melanie looks annoyed, to say the least, crossing her arms across her chest, slightly shivering from the cold New York weather. "I'm sure the questions can wait."
Officer Harrison smirks at her actions. "Melanie Davis.....your father works at the public defender's office."
Now it's Melanie's turn to smirk, "Yes, And when you do question my best friend," she says referring to Leyla "I would like my father to be her council"
"Of course" Officer Harrison walks off to console the mother and father of Joslyn. They stood by their Rolls Royce looking devastated, Leyla felt awful for what happened.
Luke speaks up. "Why did you stop her?"
Melanie turns to him, "Joslyn was murdered, they are going to investigate and when they do they are going to look at the people closest to her, which is all of us."
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“Can I get all the locks changed?” I ask the locksmith on the other line getting irritated with his response. I start to walk to the dairy section of the grocery store, balancing the phone between my shoulder and my ear. “Yes when can you do it?” again another answer I wasn't waiting to hear at all.
“Nothing sooner?” I ask.
I might as well take my chances. I sigh.“Ok… next week is fine”
After pressing the end button and bringing the phone away from my ear, I see Cameron checking out the eggs seeing if any of the were broken. She sees that I got off the phone she begins voicing her opinion on the situation. “I cannot believe that psycho bitch showed up at work...damn it I knew I shouldn't have went to that stupid dentist appointment.”
I cringe a little just thinking about her showing up to my new office makes me want to become truculent all over again and actually fight her. “Cameron”
“What? I wanted to see all the action”. She pauses placing the eggs in the cart, she grabs the end of the cart slowly walking around to the cheese section. Opening the glass door. “Seriously girl why haven't you called the police yet”
I snort at her comment,“And say what? My trainer wants me to win a boxing match give her the death penalty”
“I'm serious Azalea, she's like on some stalker shit she showed at the job and practically threatened you” Cameron stressed, grabbing a pack of some pepper-jack cheese she threw it in the cart.
I shake my head side to side, pulling on one of my curls. “No I don't need Gerald thinking that I can't handle my own problems...I just got the promotion.”
She turns to me a hand on my shoulder, she tilts her head to the side smacking her lips, “Well you need to do something” She pauses looking at me then she clasps her hands together. “I say you me and Griffin all move to Jamaica and change our names..my name could be, Kalisa oh and you could be Raeni”
I gasp chuckling a little by her suggestion, but I'll play along with it. “I look like a Raeni I was thinking more like Taniyah”
Cameron's eyes get wide as she leans down on the cart her smile getting wide. “Yessss fabulous name”
See this is why I love her, she always know what to say to get my spirits back up. We turn the corner, “Now we got to work on our backstories….”
“Azalea?” I hear a familiar voice call out to me down the aisle, I squint my eyes into the crowded aisle before me, that when I see her blonde hair and her brown eyes coming closer.
She doesn't even live in this area...let alone go this grocery store. My lips form a straight line, staring at her. “You usually don't shop over here…”
Just then Cameron jumps in front of the cart, walking closer to Fiona getting all up in her face. “Are you stalking my best friend?”
I grab her forearm pulling her out the way, she really wants to get in a fight with this woman in the middle of a grocery store? I move in front of her glaring at Fiona, “Chill Cameron I got this, you stalking me?”
Her eyes get soft and she has this dazzled look on her face as if she doesn't know what she doing. Placing her hand on her chest, moving her cart to the side so the elderly woman can walk past. “What? No I would never-” She pauses after scanning my cart. She shakes her head and places her finger on her lip tapping on it lightly. “I see some unhealthy choices in that basket of yours”
I see Cameron slip past everyone and grabbing 4 packets of cookies. “Oh my gosh you're totally right we forgot something else” She grabs a tub of ice cream, placing it all in the cart. I had to cover my mouth to stifle the laughs that were coming out.
Fiona turns her attention over to me, pushing her cart past me a little. “Well Azalea I hope you will change your mind about our conversation before-”
“No I'm still not needing your services”
With that she finally walked away, turning the corner and going down another aisle.
Cameron slaps me on the arm, giving me a look. “She's giving me total Carrie vibes”
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After that crazy encounter with Fiona at the grocery store with Cameron. I needed to take some time for myself and just relax in the comfort of my own home. I was currently on my computer looking up some dinner recipes for soy sauce chicken when that woman flashed into my head talking about Fiona. I go on google and search up her name, I type in Fiona Wescott, I don't see anything on web so I click the images tab.
Once open. I see a picture of a young girl with dark brown hair and freckles, just like the woman Rita described. I start to investigate further by click on the image, I see a street sign behind her.
Wescott Ave.
That's her last name. This is getting freaky, I go to the maps tab typing in Wescott Ave just to see what pops up and low and behold it's in a town called WillBerry just like woman said. I'm trying to remember what she said her name was.
Was it Jamie?
Jane?
Jean! It was Jean, I search up Jean Wescott in WillBerry.
Nothing shows up
I remember hearing the lady say Oli, I'm guessing as in Jean Oliver so I proceed to look that up and that's when I find her. I find out the truth. I see a bunch of online articles, I click the first link.
Family mourns after father found dead in Gym.
Published: May 2nd 2002
Authorities found a 32 year old man early Tuesday morning in his gym on George Blvd. Keith Oliver the local gym owner had a tragic accident, while he was doing a morning workout a screw seemed to be loose in one of the Bowflex machines and tragically ended his life, His 16 year old daughter Jean found him according to authorities.
“I'm in shock” said Keith’s sister, Carla Oliver.
Jean who is a sophomore at the local high school will be staying with her grandparents for the time being.
“Oh my god what have I gotten myself into” I say quietly, my whole body was shaking. I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, I jump up and turn my body around bringing my left hand up hitting the person in the throat. When I look down to see who it is I didn't realize Griffin had walked in the bedroom near the desk.
He was on the floor clutching his throat, coughing. I gasp clamping my right hand over my mouth.I reach my hand out to him and he grips it, pulling himself up off the floor.
I give him a sheepish smile muttering a quiet sorry.
He says he understands and starts rubbing his Adam's apple slowly. He clears his throat before speaking. “Did you eat my ice cream?”
I shake my head no, walking out into the hallway. “No there's still some in there.”
Once I'm in the hallway I walk into the living room turning on the t.v. I soon hear Griffin in the kitchen opening freezer door, taking out his vanilla ice cream.
I focus my attention on the remote in my hand, changing the channel to the news station. It's what I hear next that has me mortified.
The blonde news reporter is on the t.v. “Henry Miller was found today, he was floating in a river nearby a local park. Authorities say that it looked to be a homicide but we will find out more after the break.”
It just keeps getting worse, Henry's dead, Jacob still hasn't told me who did that to his eye and now Fiona isn't really Fiona her real name is Jean….too much is just going on. I can't watch it anymore, I turn the t.v. to some game show, I notice I didn't hear Griffin come out the kitchen with the ice cream. I didn't hear him at all, my eyebrows raise as my eyes shift over into the kitchen.
I don't see him.
I start to get worried and I call out his name. “Griffin?”
“Baby?”
I kiss my teeth, this boy better not be playing right now I already hit him in his throat. I don't need him going to hospital next. But as I get up and I make my way to the kitchen I see the ice cream on the floor in front my feet. When I turn the corner and see his body laying on the floor. My heart drops and I scream, “Oh god Griffin!”
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“Azalea?” A voice calls out to me, I'm sitting in the waiting room of the hospital currently crying my eyes out.
“Yes?” I ask still looking down, I see a long white lab coat, my eyes trail up to the older man's face. I wipe some tears with my arm standing up.
“Hi I'm Griffins Doctor” he states giving me a comforting smile. I give him a small smile back but I'm honestly scared about what he's going to tell me. He starts looking at his paper on the clipboard in his hands. “We found some Sodium diethyl when he came in, we had to pump it out but it should be clear in a couple of days.”
My arms cross over my chest as my lips twist up. “What is Sodium diethyl?”
“A sleeping powder...Odorless, Tasteless, Classified as a hypnotic...Heavy stuff knocks you out in minutes.” He pauses hesitant with his next statement. “It hasn't been used since the 1950's”
I had to sit down, I can't handle all this, I already have his mother texting my phone non-stop asking about him. Cameron called me ten million times asking which floor I'm on. It's all just too much. I feel the tears coming up again, I place my head in between my knees taking a moment to breathe.
When I open my eyes while my head is still down I see his dansko shoes inching closer to my body, his voice softer than before and he asks me. “Ms. Lewis have you and Mr. Hillman been fighting recently?”
My head shoots up, looking up at him. “No we haven't what are you trying to imply? You think I did this?”
He puts his hands up in surrender, “I'm just asking a question-”
I shake my head. “No you think that I tried to kill my boyfriend why in the fuck would I do that...I love him.”
“Look I don't want to believe you did this-”
Our conversations got interrupted by Cameron literally sprinting down the hallway, she bumps into the doctor. She takes a seat next to me. “Oh hell no this bitch is going to pay”
I turn my body to her nodding, I start to crack my knuckles. “Right?! I'm ready to fight her right now”
After hearing that the doctor sat down and had a nice and long talk with us about how violence wasn't the answer and how we should call the police if we felt we were in harm's way. Honestly the shit just went in one ear and out the other. But after he left we start to think rationally.
“Look you just have to prove that she's not who she says she is, take it to the police and go from there.” Cameron says as she takes a sip of her water that she got from the vending machine around the corner.
I sigh looking down tapping on my phone, texting Griffin's mother about what was going on. I still didn't feel right about this police thing...I just don't want to do it too soon.
Great.
Now I'm conflicted.
“What if I don't want the police involved yet..I still have to get more evidence.”
She gives me the side eye, letting out a quick breath. “Do whatever you want but just make sure you have the evidence to back it up.”
After a while Griffins nurse named Jenna said we could come in the room, She told us he was still a bit droopy from the medicine they put in the IV. I see him lying the bed his eyes are barely open but when we open the door and he sees both us standing there, a smile immediately erupts on his face. I thought I was going to cry again but not even one tear. After giving him several kisses and face timing his mom we had to leave the room to let him rest.
While Cameron and I sat in the waiting room sitting beside each other. I turn to her, hoping she will let me get this very important thing from her. “Can you give me your brothers number?”
