Save Me

6| Brandon

"Ahh, fuck!" I screamed out in fake agony when the doctor touched on my shoulder like I had been doing for every visit in the past year since my injury.

"Wow, you're still very much in pain. Look, I'm going to prescribe you to one more refill of Percocet. If you're still in an ample amount of pain after that, then I strongly suggest physical therapy so it can heal properly."

That was the last thing I wanted to hear, but I nodded with a straight face waiting for him to give me my prescription that I was going to pick up right away. I needed it more than ever.

"Yeah, okay."

After signing off on it, Dr. Chaney gave me the piece of paper and I was on my way out of his office.

Once I stopped by the pharmacy and got what I needed, I went back home to chill until I had to go get my boy Trav from the airport.

When I unlocked the my door, I heard rambling around in my kitchen. My instinct told me to put a hand on my gat in case of anything being out of order.

"Bruh, take your hand off your pistol." I was startled when I heard the voice coming from behind me. I turned to see Travis standing there with a smile settled on his face.

The man that was in the kitchen rose up and looked terrified. "Who dis nigga?" I pointed at the unfamiliar man.

"The chef..."

My brows furrowed. "Explain why is there a chef in my loft? Hell, explain why are you here?"

"Well, for one Jeffrey's cooking for the party tonight and I'm here because I have a key. You gave it to me."

"Mhm, I know. That's not what I meant though. I was supposed to be picking you up at 8 tonight." I glanced down at my watch and scrunched my face. "It's only 5:30."

"Yeah, I know. I've been back in the city since last week, so yeah."

I gave him a curious look and he caught on to it. "Why you looking at me like that bruh?"

"You been here a week and didn't tell anybody. Okay, tell me what's really going on..." I told him with my arms crossed.

"Long story."

"Cool," he knew that I wasn't the type to get in his business and question him like his sister does.

Just as I started to stroll to my room, I remembered that he said something about a party. I stopped in my tracks. "What's the occasion?"

"Brooklyn and Isaac's joint bachelor/bachelorette party tonight. Everybody should be here at around 8 or 9. So, get dressed and wear a color besides black or gray for once."

"Nah, I'm good."

Travis smacked his teeth and frowned. "C'mon bro. You never have fun anymore. You'll be 30 next month, at least enjoy your last month in your twenties."

"The food smells good, so I'll come out to eat. Then, I'm going back in my room." Trav narrowed his eyes, but nodded at me making a deal with him.

"Fine. No black or gray and do not wear that damn sweatsuit, it's 90 degress outside. This isn't a funeral, bro. "

"Okay."

I strolled away to my room, leaving him and the chef alone. As soon I closed the door, I took my pill bottle and opened it to pop 2 of my vitamins in my mouth. I chewed them up and took a sip of my water on my nightstand before dosing off to sleep.

I was interrupted by a knock on my door and sighed deeply. Looking at phone's clock I saw that I had slept pass 9 at night.

"Hold up!"