Twisted

Chapter 39

I didn't proof read and I'm iffy about this chapter so if y'all dnt like it I dnt blame y'all.

Chapter 39:

Micah Grayson

Walking through the hospital doors with Cassie clutching his hand title on her grasp, Micah tried to make sense of what was going on. He'd tried to get in contact with Jess but got no response. That alone had him on edge.

"You think she's okay? I mean I know she can't be okay but like I just don't understand we were just with her. I can't imagine anything happening to her. I refuse." Cassie stated just as lost as Micah was.

Shrugging Micah scratched the back of his head. "I don't know man, but if something bad happened to my aunty imma go the fuck off."

Reaching the front desk Cassie did all the talking while Micah stood back looking around. He wasn't fond of hospitals or the sickly people that resided in them. The smell alone made his stomach turn.

Once Cassie gathered all the info she could from the receptionist they were instructed to the floor she was on. Taking a deep breath Micah bit at his lip hoping that this was just something minor or a mistake.

Finally making it to the room she was suppose to be in Micah wasted no time barging in. Setting his eyes on the last person he thought he'd see Micah scrunched up his face.

"The hell." He mumbled under his breath as the older woman finally turned her attention to him and Cassie who stood in the doorway.

"It's good to see you again. I have a lot of explaining to do huh?" Gladys said adjusting her oxygen tube as she coughed a little while struggling to sit up.

Micah remembered her from the grocery store, but he had no idea how she knew him outside of that. He was growing quite agitated.

"The fuck you giving these people my information for? I don't even know you like that. What type of games you on?" Micah asked with his arms folded as Cassie stood close by him looking back and forth between the two.

"Have a seat. You'll have a better understanding if you sit." Gladys informed having another coughing spat.

Refusing to sit Micah let Cassie sit down as he posted up on a wall awaiting an explanation.

"You look so much like your dad it's crazy. When he told me he was marrying your mother I was furious. I didn't like that mother of hers and I didn't like her and for good reason." Gladys spoke scoffing.

"So you my daddy mamma? He told me you passed away." Micah said sucking his teeth.

"He wished I was dead. Mad because I wouldn't except that fool of a mother you had. He made me sick. Acted like the sun rose and fell up her ass. When I declined the wedding I guess he wrote me off." She said rolling her eyes while adjusting her bonnet. "When I found out Joy was pregnant I swallowed my pride and reached out to them but of course that fell on death ears. I continued reaching out up until you turned about 6 before I said to hell with it. I knew it wasn't Michael who didn't want to deal with me but I also knew he was too weak to put his foot down."

Listening to her talk Micah could believe what she was saying because that described her parents perfectly. That was one thing he hated about his father. He hated that his mother made him so weak.