A negative mind will never give you a positive life -Unknown ☼
-Officer Blart in the MM ☼
Jahmiah,
"Nah fam, Ion fuck wit' 12" I smacked my lips, turning around
Bakari scoffed, going to answer the door, "Hello, officer...?"
"Blart, Officer Blart" He nodded, nibbling and chewing on his gum
"We don't have donuts" Harper cleared his throat
"Um, sir, I didn't ask for any donuts, alright? Trynna keep it, y'know...Slim-mer, yeah" He spoke to Harper
Harper shrugged, and I leaned against the wall.
"Why are you here?" Bakari questioned
"Are you the parent of Nzyra Peters?"
"Yes..?"
"She had gotten hit by a car on 33rd W. Street and is in the hospital"
My heart fell, "Which one?" I asked
"St. Willis"
At this time, I was driving down the road- not caring about how fast I was going. I was confused, yet pissed the fuck off. Why was she running away from me anyway? What did I even do? Someone please tell me what I did that was so wrong, because in my state of mind, I was doing everything in my power to defend Taj.
Too many thoughts ran through my head, I just wanted to make sure my baby was okay. All I wanted to do was to be by her side and here she goes again, running away from me like she did before and I ain't like it.
Finally reaching the hospital, I quickly got out my car- entering the building and went to the lobby. I stood in front of a counter as a black lady was popping her gum, chewing weird as she typed rapidly on her keyboard. She laughed dramatically into the phone.
"Ma'am.." I tried getting her attention. She put her hand up, as she was talking "I'm lookin' for Nyzra Peters-"
"I'm on the damn phone" She spat, rolling her eyes
I banged my hands on the marble surface, "Look, I'm fuckin' impatient! You needa do your damn job and give me your undivided attention and tell me which fuckin' room Nyzra Peters is in, right now" I snarled
She hung up the phone in a hurry, telling me all the information I needed to know. I said a thank you, going to sit in one of the chairs.
Taj was in surgery and I was honestly scared to death.
Everybody rushed in the hospital, walking over to the area I was at. They all asked me one question; what's going on so far, and I told them what the ghetto lady told me.
I was sitting here, my leg bouncing up and down as my hands intertwined together- praying to God that everything's alright. Running my fingers through my hair, they came upon my face as I dragged my lip down in frustration.
"I'm ready to beat some fucking ass" Bakari snapped at Kendrick, as they cuddled
"Who you talkin' to, Kari, huh?" He raised his eyebrow
"Myself" She mumbled
"Nah, because it sounded like you was talkin' to me" He sat up
She rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath.
"C'mon," He pulled her up, putting her over his shoulder
"What? What the fuck? Ken, put me down" She hit his back, just laying there
"You needa stop actin' like a damn child" He demanded, walking out the moving doors
Hours went by, and I getting irritated immediately- wanting to get up and go see what was going on for my damn self. And that's what I did, I left. I explored hallways, looking for Taj with everyone behind me.
"Jahmiah, stop" Mom pulled me by my arm "You need to start being patient, they'll come to us-"
"I'm tired of bein' fuckin' patient. This shit is annoyin' the hell outta me" I snapped at her
I instantly regretted it when she slapped my face- a throbbing burn spreading throughout my cheek.
"Watch your fuckin' tone, I'm tired of you talkin' to me like I'm one of your damn friends" She sneered "Come back to the lobby and sit your ass down and wait"
I sat the chair I was in 10 minutes ago, holding the side the of my face as I slightly pouted.
~○~
"Family of Nyzra Peters?"
We all stood in front of him, watching him read off of his clipboard.
"Well, she's asleep right now. She had various amounts of glass in her body and she has a broken leg as well as a fractured rib- but it can be cured if she has plenty of rest and makes sure she moves carefully. Um, did you guys know that she was pregnant?"
Everybody's eyes fell on me- I whistled.
"What the hell does he mean she's pregnant, Jahmiah, hm?" Kendrick stepped up to me
"Okay, okay, okay, okay," I put my hands out "Wayment-"
"Since when was this?" He squinted his eyes "How long?"
"Almost a month"
"I should beat your ass for not tellin' me... Shit" He scoffed
"Apparently, that was good news" The doctor cleared his throat
"Good news?" We all said in unison
"Yes, the bad news is that she had a miscarriage"
~○~
I laid next to Taj in the hospital bed as she sobbed violently on my chest.
"I'm so sorry" She tugged on my shirt as she mumbled, her voice heavy with sorrow
Just looking down at her wet face, her eyes were bloodshot. The beautiful brown color in her eyes were now a different color, a color I couldn't describe except for the redness around it. Her milk chocolate skin, turned lighter. And her hair was frizzy- but that was the only normal thing about her at the moment.
Tears ran down her face swiftly, her sobs filling the room. Everybody was either sleep or awake- listening to Taj ramble on and on with apologies.
"Shh," I soothed her edges "It's okay" I grinned
And it was. I can help her and I will- that's a promise. I'll take care of her, protect her- anything for her to make her feel safe and happy again. One thing I can easily tell is that she's depressed of the miscarriage and I'm not going to blurt out and say that it's all her fault. That'll only drive her insane and make everything worse.
"Stop cryin', babygirl" I whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to me
"It's all my fault, Jahmiah. I'm sorry" She sniffed, her tears dripping on my navy blue shirt as I kissed her forehead
"Look, I'm not about to lay here and hear you talk shit- I ain't wit' that. Just stop and calm down for me baby, please" I bit my lip, because I started to feel my throat tighten
"I just-"
"Stop it, Taj" I raised my voice, but it instantly cracked "I'mma need you to just stop, alright? This ain't gon' help you and it sure as hell ain't gon' help me. I got you, I'mma help you through this as long as you let me put in the effort. I know you're miserable and I know you feel bad- but it's okay. You're not perfect, shit happens, and it's alright. I don't want you to lay and/or sit and drown yourself in tears and pain- just let me be there for you. That's all I'm asking for"
"It's not ok-"
"It. Is. Okay" I stared deep into her eyes
They went back to it's regular color a few seconds ago since she stopped crying. Hearing the rapid beeping from the heart monitor, it soon began to go slow down, going back to a normal beat- making me sigh in relief.
"Don't you trust me, Ny?" I asked her
Her eyes flickered up at me- wondering why I kinda said her first name.
In all honesty, I loved her first name and I was about to start calling her that.
"Do you?" I questioned
"Yes I do" She spoke quietly.
As I was about to give her a kiss, I was interrupted.
"Okay, break up the love scene" Kendrick mushed our faces apart "Food anyone?"