wrong.
“What happened? What’s wrong Jahzara?”
“I can’t breathe. It hurts so bad,” I cried. “Please call Imran for me. It hurts so bad.”
I gripped my hand over my chest and squinted my eyes opened and shut. The agony I was feeling was like I was having a heart attack.
“Mama please call him. It’s not his fault that he shot me. I did something so bad that I left him no other choice. I love him and I want to be with him. Mama -” I said and gripped my hand even tighter as the constant throbbing caused my breath to leave me.
I threw my head back against the bed unable to talk anymore. The monitors around me started to sound off, each one of them beeping loudly as if one was trying to outdo the other. My mama and daddy just looked on helplessly until the door swung opened and finally someone came to my aid.
“What is happening to her?” my mama asked, but she was only booted out of the way.
“We don’t know yet. Can you two please step out of the room?” a nurse told her and they let my bed down causing me to lay flat.
I kept my eyes fixed on my mama and my daddy, looking at them as if this was gonna be the last time that I would ever see them again. I tried to swallowing over and over again to catch my breath, but it seemed hopeless. I was in so much discomfort, but I kept my eyes on my parents and until I couldn’t see them anymore.
15 : Rain
“Aghhhhhhhhhh! Shitttttttt!” I screamed out in agony as Imran poured a whole damn bottle of Saline Solution on my wounded thigh. I began to shake as if it was a cold winter night instead of the warm spring night that it was. Imran took a scarf that he’d found in Chino’s coat closet and wrapped it tightly around my leg. He then moved to the back of my leg and did the same thing. I shook and jerked like I was having a seizure. I tried to hold the agony I was going through in but couldn’t. Again I screamed. “Fuuuuuckkkk! Oh my Godddddd!”
“ There, that should last you until you can get to a doctor. Call this nigga up and find out where he’s at!” Imran said as he stood to his feet.
He went into his pocket and pulled out a bag of weed and a cigarillo. I hated to have to do this to Chino, but that nigga had left me out to hang. He was supposed to handle these types of situations for me, but no, here I was with two bullets in the same damn leg.
I took out my cell phone to do exactly as Imran asked. Part of me knew that after he got his money back that he was gonna kill me. I ’d killed his cousin an accident or not, Imran was not gonna let me live that down. I had to figure out a way to save myself and if I could, I would save Chino, but right now it was all about me.
I pressed down on Chino ’s name in my phone and placed the phone to my ear. Imran snatched it away from me and placed the call on speaker just in time for me to hear the operator say that the phone number was no longer in service. I damn near shit a brick. This muthafucka didn’t pay his bill! I thought and wondered had shit gotten that bad for Chino that he couldn’t afford to pay his bill.
I looked up at Imran to see what he wanted me to do, and was that quickly staring down the barrel of his gun.
Fuck! Think Rain! Thin k! I told myself, trying to figure out what to do next. This nigga had allowed his phone to get cut off. Who the fuck allows their phone to get cuff off? He had damn near a quarter million dollars in his possession and he couldn’t pay his phone bill.
“Still playing games I see! You think somebody stupid, don’t you?” Imran asked as he tapped me in the forehead with his pistol. “This is a nigga that’s supposed to be chasing you down and trying to kill you, but you bring me to his house and open the door with a key.”
Shit.
“That’s cause...”
I stopped talking when Imran placed the gun at my lips. The barrel of it was hot, and the last thing I wanted was another piece of hot le ad in me. I couldn’t take no more. I was sure that
“What happened? What’s wrong Jahzara?”
“I can’t breathe. It hurts so bad,” I cried. “Please call Imran for me. It hurts so bad.”
I gripped my hand over my chest and squinted my eyes opened and shut. The agony I was feeling was like I was having a heart attack.
“Mama please call him. It’s not his fault that he shot me. I did something so bad that I left him no other choice. I love him and I want to be with him. Mama -” I said and gripped my hand even tighter as the constant throbbing caused my breath to leave me.
I threw my head back against the bed unable to talk anymore. The monitors around me started to sound off, each one of them beeping loudly as if one was trying to outdo the other. My mama and daddy just looked on helplessly until the door swung opened and finally someone came to my aid.
“What is happening to her?” my mama asked, but she was only booted out of the way.
“We don’t know yet. Can you two please step out of the room?” a nurse told her and they let my bed down causing me to lay flat.
I kept my eyes fixed on my mama and my daddy, looking at them as if this was gonna be the last time that I would ever see them again. I tried to swallowing over and over again to catch my breath, but it seemed hopeless. I was in so much discomfort, but I kept my eyes on my parents and until I couldn’t see them anymore.
15 : Rain
“Aghhhhhhhhhh! Shitttttttt!” I screamed out in agony as Imran poured a whole damn bottle of Saline Solution on my wounded thigh. I began to shake as if it was a cold winter night instead of the warm spring night that it was. Imran took a scarf that he’d found in Chino’s coat closet and wrapped it tightly around my leg. He then moved to the back of my leg and did the same thing. I shook and jerked like I was having a seizure. I tried to hold the agony I was going through in but couldn’t. Again I screamed. “Fuuuuuckkkk! Oh my Godddddd!”
“ There, that should last you until you can get to a doctor. Call this nigga up and find out where he’s at!” Imran said as he stood to his feet.
He went into his pocket and pulled out a bag of weed and a cigarillo. I hated to have to do this to Chino, but that nigga had left me out to hang. He was supposed to handle these types of situations for me, but no, here I was with two bullets in the same damn leg.
I took out my cell phone to do exactly as Imran asked. Part of me knew that after he got his money back that he was gonna kill me. I ’d killed his cousin an accident or not, Imran was not gonna let me live that down. I had to figure out a way to save myself and if I could, I would save Chino, but right now it was all about me.
I pressed down on Chino ’s name in my phone and placed the phone to my ear. Imran snatched it away from me and placed the call on speaker just in time for me to hear the operator say that the phone number was no longer in service. I damn near shit a brick. This muthafucka didn’t pay his bill! I thought and wondered had shit gotten that bad for Chino that he couldn’t afford to pay his bill.
I looked up at Imran to see what he wanted me to do, and was that quickly staring down the barrel of his gun.
Fuck! Think Rain! Thin k! I told myself, trying to figure out what to do next. This nigga had allowed his phone to get cut off. Who the fuck allows their phone to get cuff off? He had damn near a quarter million dollars in his possession and he couldn’t pay his phone bill.
“Still playing games I see! You think somebody stupid, don’t you?” Imran asked as he tapped me in the forehead with his pistol. “This is a nigga that’s supposed to be chasing you down and trying to kill you, but you bring me to his house and open the door with a key.”
Shit.
“That’s cause...”
I stopped talking when Imran placed the gun at my lips. The barrel of it was hot, and the last thing I wanted was another piece of hot le ad in me. I couldn’t take no more. I was sure that
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