The Things I Would Do For You

☥Chapter Fourteen☥

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