Uploaded on 05/05/16
I heard the machines beeping as I laid on the hospital bed. My mind flashed back to earlier on seeing the black car speed up to us.
Seeing a gun out the window. Hearing the screams as people were shot.
My eyes popped open, I shot up into a sitting position on the bed.
"My girls!" I yelled looking around the room for them.
"Shh..." Jackson grabbed my hand holding it to his chest. "They are okay. They are in the other room with Melissa."
"The baby." My hand went to my stomach. "I lost our baby."
Justin hands covered my above my belly. His eyes looked misty like he had been crying. "Hanna... You were bleeding. From the trauma of the fall."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you on the floor." Jackson hit himself on the head. "I should have protected you. Because of me you lost our child."
I felt a tear slip from my eye. It wasn't his fault no one would have known what was going to happen.
I stroked his hand. "It is not your fault." I looked to the door. "I would like to see the girls."
"The doctor says you are on bed rest till we know for sure that you're not going to miscarry." Jackson explained.
I scrunched up my brows. "I already did?"
The twins shared a look.
"She didn't know." Justin said to Jackson.
"I didn't know what?" I asked flabbergasted.
"You were carrying twins again. You lost one baby. The other one is still alive." Justin informed me.
I cradled my tummy again. "I am still pregnant?"
"Yeah." Jackson stroked my arm. "can you forgive me."
I shook my head. "There is nothing to forgive. How do you feel about another baby?"
"We're going to be fathers again? What about Daniel?" Justin asked. "You were in a relationship with him."
I nodded. "We haven't had sex for a long time. Since England."
"Good." Jackson grumbled opening and closing his fist. "It took all my strength not to destroy him."
"Don't talk like that." I chastised. "Daniel has been good to me and the girls."
"Only because you hid them from us." I heard him say under his breath.
I opened my mouth to say something to him. But just closed it instead. There was no point bringing up the same argument as before.
"How is my mother?" I thought back to how I found her shot on the lawn.
She must be alright. She had to be.
"She is in surgery now along with Marcus." Jackson said tightening his fist. "We're going to find out who done this and make them pay."
I let out a sigh of relief. If they are being operated on then they must be alright then.
"I need to see my girls." I began to fuss in the bed making movements to leave. "I need to make sure they are alright."
Justin placed his hand on my knees. "Calm yourself down." He took his Cell out his pocket. "I send Melissa a text to bring the girls in."
A moment later after he finished typing the door opened.
A police officer in uniform opened the door. He gave me a tight smile looking about the room then moved off to the side.
"Mummy!" The girls screamed as they came rushing into the room.
Justin and Jackson caught them when they would have jumped upon my bed.
"Mummy is not too well at the moment. You have to hug her gently." Justin explained holding Jacky to him.
Jackson lifted Tina up to give me a kiss on the cheek.
I turned to the other side so that Jacky could do the same.
"Did we kiss you better?" Tina asked stroking my hand.
I nodded my head. "I feel much better now."
"What about our little sister is she all better?" Jacky asked in her childlike voice.
I looked to the men. Why did they tell the girls about the baby?
As if reading my mind Jackson spoke up.
"They heard the adults talking as you were rushed to hospital." Jackson rested his chin on top of Tina's head as he sat back in the chair.
"Daddy," Tina turned to look at Jackson. "Will uncle Marcus be alright?"
"Daddy?" I echoed. I remembered them running up to the twins shouting that name. "Did you tell them?"
I felt anger that they went behind my back to tell the girls something so sensitive.
Justin shook his head. "They asked. We answered."
Jacky nodded. "MJ and Marc told us they were our daddies."
I raised my eyebrows. "I be having a word with them."
I never knew kids were ones to chat so much.
"Does that mean daddy Daniel is not our daddy anymore?" Tina asked her wide blue eyes looking up at me.
I shook my head. "Justin and Jackson are your daddies."
"Like forever daddies. They won't go away again." Jacky grabbed a hold of Justin hand as she sat in his lap.
Justin kissed the side of her head. "We will never leave you."
"Or mummy." Jacky added.
"Or mummy." Justin repeated looking me dead in the eye.
The moment was broken when we heard noise from outside the door.
It swung open to reveal two men in suits they had badges on their waist belt.
By the look of them one could assume they were cops.
Jackson fave tightened at their approach. "I told you gentlemen that we will notify you when she is ready to give a statement."
A bold middle aged African American cop stepped forward. "I am Joe from homicide miss Adams. In our opinion it is best to speak to witnesses before they have time to forget."
Justin stood Jacky on to the floor then stood up. "Our fiancée is just resting. We shall call you when she is ready or do we need to notify our attorney."
Jacky lifted her head swinging it left and right at the interactions of the two men.
The other cop looked down at her and smiled. "We shall come back later." He gave a nod in my direction. "We shall be soon Miss Adams." He stressed showing that I wasn't a relation to the twins.
They turned to leave the room.
"He said he is from Homicide?" I looked to Jackson in panic does this means that someone has died.
Jackson gave me a tight smile. "We talk about it later." He eyes went to the kids. Obviously not wanting to talk about this stuff in front of them.
"I need to go and see the rest of the family." I told them.
They immediately began to shake their heads.
I held up my hand when it looked like they were ready to protest. "I need to support my family I am alright."
Justin opened his mouth it looked like he was ready to say something further. Instead he closed it and went to the side of the room to unfold a wheelchair that was in the corner.
He wheeled it over to me then assisted me into the chair.
My legs felt wobbly like I haven't been walking for a long amount of time.
Tina and Jacky giggled pointing at me. "Mummy is in a pram."
I rolled my eyes at the behaviour.
Jackson held the girls hands leading them ahead of me and Justin who was pushing my chair.
He opened the door so that it was easy for Justin to move out of.
I was instantly drawn to all the hustle and bustle. There seemed to be so many men in black suits.
They had M&M security logos on them. They were basically covering ever lung door.
I had a startled look on my face as one walked past me with a shotgun in his hands.
It looks like we were at some sort of military hospital with the amount of security that could combat an army.
Justin began to wheel me towards a room when suddenly we heard a loud pitch scream.
"No! No! Can't be dead!" I heard Natasha wail as the door was opened.
Two doctors with scrubs came out the room looking sad.
The surgeon turned to me and the twins.
"I am sorry for your lost." He said bowing his head slightly. "We done all we can." Then left to walk down the hall to where the theatres were located.
I gulped still hearing the cries in the room.
Just who had died? He didn't say who had died.
Justin ran pushing my chair fast into the room.
Everyone was crying. I looked to see Natasha being cradled my dad. Both of them in tears. I couldn't tell who had died.
Max kneeled down to hug the both of them.
Andrea came up to me her eyes dripping with tears. Then whispered the name ever so quietly that I would have missed it if it wasn't for all the noise.
"No!" I screamed.
Tiffany POV
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" Melissa shouted at me walking in to the flat like she just came from war. There were blood all over her clothes.
She came closer to me to slap me around the face.
"I could have died!" She shouted raising her hand again.
I caught her hand in midair when it looked like she was ready to strike me again.
"Never lay your hand on me again!" I told her darkly.
She huffed stepping back. She knew she was no match for me.
"You tried to kill me. Don't deny it. I knew this was your doing!" She pointed her finger at me.
I walked to sit on the couch switching on the tele.
"I could never do that to you. We're family." I grinned at her.
She folded her arms. "I am only your sister when it suits you Thomas. This is the last straw."
I rolled my eyes. She always says this but ends up doing my bidding.
"You had us gun down like some ghetto hoodlum." She shouted again walking in front of me.
Blocking my view of the television. Just why did my father had to have an affair with her dumbass of a mother. She hasn't got two brain cells. She slept her way to get that degree.
"What are you talking about. Were you not in a car accident." I looked at her she did look a little worst for wear.
"What!" She spluttered waving her hands. "I been shot at! Some black car came to us when we were at Natasha house and let loose with some sort of Machine gun. Was a scene out of Rambo."
My bottom lip drop down in shock. "Are my twins okay?"
I got up I told that fool to get rid of Hanna and make it look like an accident not shoot up the neighbourhood.
Melissa placed her hands on her hips. "I told you I been shot and all you can say is 'Are my twins okay?' Huh" she turned around in the circle. "I am done with all your scheming. No amount of money will get me to do what you want again."
Melissa walked over to her bedroom taking out her bag from under the bed. Then placing clothes in it from the wardrobe.
"First you had me seduce Marcus." She looked at me from the door watching. "First I thought it was you as a sister looking out for me. Then you asked I keep his sperm for you. What the fuck. Should have known you were mad then." She folded some clothes in her bag. "Then you asked me to break you out of jail. Look after you. Get another job looking after kids."
She turned to face me after packing slinging the satchel over her shoulders. "This is it Thomas. I'm done. Don't ever contact me again."
"Wait!" I shouted before she left. "Just tell me they are okay?"
Melissa let out a cackle. "They're dead." She said evilly then slammed the door on her way out.
I screamed lifting up the coffee table to try and throw it a across the room. It didn't move an inch.
I fell to the floor in a heap. This is all Pookies fault. I told him to make it look like an accident.
I got my stuff and got into my car going to Pookies place.
That bastard wanted his money he be getting something else instead. No one mess with me.
I headed to the ghetto, pulled up outside his place. I notice there were gang writings on the wall.
That shit don't scare me. I place my gun on my thigh holster. That bastard won't see what was coming.
I tapped on the door three times. A little slit opened.
"Ah who yuh?" Some woman asked me from behind the door. All I could see were Hazel eyes.
"It's Laura." I answered giving my fake name.
She closed the slit. I heard a noise then the door was opened.
I walked into the smoke filled room smelling the stench of weed.
The woman closed and locked the door behind me. She had dark Carmel skin with long thing dreadlocks that reached her backside.
She cocked her head to the side observing me. She gestured with her hand that I should walk in front of her.
I saw Pookie sitting at a round table cutting up and measuring weed then putting it into little bags.
He was puffing on a spliff. His eyes looked red as he leaned back in his chair.
Fresh out of prison and back to doing crime. Looks like the justice system doesn't work at all. One of the reason I am not paying my taxes. Plus they want to lock me up as well.
I sat in the chair opposite looking around the room. Trying to come up with some escape plan. The woman sat over to the side. Combing a dolls hair.
She had many dolls lined up.
"So where's my money?" Pookie began.
I crossed my legs in the seat. "You didn't do the job. I told you that I wanted Hanna dead."
I waved my hand in front of my face coughing to clear some smoke away from my lungs.
I could get high just by sitting here.
"A job is a job." He said instead. "I want my money." He flex his muscles. I could tell he was getting angry.
I stood up. "You get the rest of it. When the job is done. Kill the bitch."
I turned my back on him however my heart was racing. Just give me an excuse Pookie or I will put a cap in you.
I began to walk to the door. Some of the tension leaving my body.
The woman came up to me. Handling me the doll with blonde short hair.
"Weh yuh baan?" She asked me in her thick Jamaican accent.
I shook my head not understanding her. She repeated it again.
"Oh. Where am I born! USA." I said obviously.
She looked me up and down. "Yuh a man?"
I squinted my eyes at her. "I am a woman."
She touched my cheeks. "Yuh nuh 'ave fi a woman body."
She wiggled her ass then laugh. "Mi ah go do yuh a favour."
"You're going to do me a favour?" I asked to clarify what she was saying.
"Look pon di dolly head." She fingered the doll hair. "She nuh look just like the picture yuh send?"
I inspected the doll. "You saying this Doll is Hanna?"
She nodded. "Do you know about dolls?"
I looked at her interested. "You mean voodoo and curses." I laughed. "That shit is not true."
"Gwaan! Go tek di doll." She grinned at me opening the door. "Yuh soon come back."
I took the doll walking to my car in a daze.
Damn I must be high. What the fuck Pookie had me inhaling.
I threw the doll in the back putting it to the back of my mind.
A/N
Ha ha ha don't hate me. I know you wanted to know who's dead. But I do like a delay. Next chapter you know.
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