Chapter 3 #3
The dual shower head was heaven-sent. In no time, I was lying on the softness of the bed and under the duvet.
I grabbed the nearby remote and my phone off the end table.
The bed was so damn high that Mello couldn’t just jump into it like he would my bed at home.
The height took me a while to get in, but once I was nice and comfortable, I was pleased with the plushness of the mattress.
“Ouch!”
I had this habit of rubbing my feet together once I was cozy.
With the pain meds, I wasn’t in much pain until my calf lightly grazed over my stitches.
After getting out of the shower, I had taken off the gauze covering my injury just to let it breathe a bit.
Now, I saw that was a mistake. My doctor had mentioned that I should keep my wound covered, but my ass didn’t listen.
With the height of the bed, I knew that I didn’t want to get up from its surface any time soon.
The little bag of things I had accumulated during my stay in the hospital was clear across the room, resting on the long dresser.
I looked down at Mello and wished he had arms and hands like a damn human.
Now I understood why, when I was younger, my mother would call me into her room to hand her the remote.
After a day of exhaustion, I could see why she would call me for something that was in arm's reach. I pulled the blanket off me so I wouldn’t make the mistake of rubbing my feet together again.
When Orion got back, I would ask him to hand me the things I needed to rebandage my wound.
As I flipped through shows to watch, my phone buzzed.
Orion: What do you want to eat?
I honestly didn’t have a taste for anything in particular.
I looked up what was nearby before responding because I didn’t want to be one of those women who told him to choose, only to be disappointed with his selection later.
Golden Krust popped up on the maps, and I could go for some Caribbean food.
Oxtails?
I quickly responded. Three bubbles appeared in our text thread in no time.
Orion: Cool. I gotta make a run, so I’ll be there a little later. You cool to wait on the food?
While walking in, I saw that the kitchen was just off this bedroom. I could wait for food, but my ass was thirsty as hell. Once I mentally built up the tolerance to walk in there, I would get something to drink. I smacked my dry lips together before responding to his text.
Yeah, I’m good
When I went to lock my phone, it vibrated in my hand again.
Zynea: Alright, now the location says East New York. What is going on?
She made the eye looking emoji repeat all over the screen, which made me laugh. Now that I was alone, it was the perfect time to update her. I just remembered that I didn’t even tell her about my little situation in his car earlier. Eagerly, I pressed her name to give her a call.
“Hello?” She answered on the first ring.
“Girl…”
“Why are you whispering?” Zynea naturally whispered back.
I had to tell her the tea while it was still lukewarm.
“I opened his glove box in the car earlier, and his pew pew fell onto my lap.”
“Girl, the phone just broke up. You let him pee pee on your lap? Is it big?”
“Zyneaaaa,” I dragged, “that is not what I said.”
“Okay, hold on, let me go next to a window or something. Okay, hello?”
“Yeah, girl.”
“Say that again.”
I explained to Zynea how I had invaded Orion’s privacy in the car.
“That’s what your nosey ass gets. A naked bitch should have popped out of that muthafucka.”
I laughed because she was the most unserious person I knew.
“He must not be around or something,” she stated.
“Nope, he got me settled in and then ran out to get me and Mello some food. He said he had a move to make, so he might be a while.”
“Mmm,” Zynea grumbled with discontent. I could hear the mental knobs turning in her head.
“Mm, what?”
“Hopefully his ass ain’t going to check on his bitch or something.”
The thought did cross my mind, but I was trying to stay on the positive side of things.
“Hopefully not,” I responded in a low tone.
A piece of me prayed he wasn’t. Ever since this extra weight started sticking to me, I wasn’t really the kind of girl who pulled men who looked the way he did. I wasn’t ugly at all in the face; it’s just that I felt insecure about the number that looked back at me whenever I stood on a scale.
“Well,” she added cheerfulness to her voice before changing the subject, “how is it in there?”
“Girl, it smells good in here, looks good. This place ain’t got no roaches or nothing,” I jokingly said.
Slowly, I turned over on my side that wasn’t injured to get comfortable.
The thigh to the leg that I was shot in was still sore because of how I hit the ground.
For a while, we sat on the phone catching up.
And when we were done with that, we spoke about nothing at all.
Zynea was hanging out in her hotel room, and that gave us all the time to chat.
I giggled on the phone with my best friend while I flipped through TV shows, waiting patiently for Orion to return.