Twonder (Completed)

Chapter 50: Hold ya Breath

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" Is he ok?" Cleo came barreling into the waiting room of the hospital with an exasperated look on her face as she tried to ascertain the condition of her man.

" Who are you looking for ma'am?" A young nurse cupped Cleo's elbows and led her over to the nurses' station so she could find whoever she was looking for.

" Scuse me." A young man who Cleo could've sworn she'd seen before bumped into her lightly and in her delicate state the sole Jordan woman lashed out at him.

" Motherfucker you see me standing here!" Cleo let the almost tears she'd been holding in the whole car ride over manifest into full on waterworks as she swung for the man who walked casually away from her heightened octave.

" Come here miss." The nurse slid an arm around Cleo's waist and sat her down in a chair next to the nurses' station as she eyed the man who'd incited the scene with a peculiar dismissal.

" What's the name of the man you're looking for Miss?" Cleo looked down at her stomach despondently in stark hilarity before she responded, in this moment she found fear overcoming her more than anything.

" Wakeem Havon Jenkins." Cleo mused the words with an air of past rosiness as she realized the dire straits of this situation. If Wakeem didn't pull through she'd be a single mother with an illegal job on top of her two legal ones, not the best circumstances to say the least.

" Okay, it says Mr. Jenkins is still in critical condition. They might upgrade him to stable if the induced coma keeps him from breaking his internal stiches, but beyond that it's a waiting game." Cleo felt deflated as she felt the words wash over her. After asking which room he was situated in Cleo let her feet find their way to the elevator, in which she had to travel two floors.

On the short ride up she found her mind consumed with thoughts that concerned a Mr. Nathan Lavelle. How would he take this whole pregnancy thing? Since leaving Kaline, Cleo hadn't so much as thought about starting a family but somehow when she let her mind wander the original Lavelle man seemed to always end up in the picture. There he was swaddling her baby boy or presenting her darling daughter with a new pair of shoes, brushing her hair or taking him to the barbershop with him. In all the places Wakeem was supposed to be, Nathan was instead.

" Aghhhhhhh." The woman's scream came to Cleo's ears just before the elevator doors opened and a darkening pit formed in her stomach, a woman's intuition told her the worst had unfolded.

The first thing she saw was a distressed Harlem who'd leaned his head up against a nearby wall. Next crouched a wailing Jenny as she looked into the room Cleo assumed Wakeem was in. Upon this dreadful sight Cleo ran to the room and looked in, what she saw caused a blankness she'd never known to overtake her. There was the man who'd bumped into her just minutes ago as he held a gun to a sleeping Wakeem's frame. He looked Cleo dead in the eyes before firing three shots into the father of her unborn child. 

Ya'll might hate the ending, idk......