Chapter 36
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E verything was fuzzy except for the pain. The pain was suffocating me, or maybe it was the blood. Either way, I couldn’t breathe. Memphis was gone, probably pursuing the motherfucker who shot me.
I coughed as my mind raced with thoughts. Who, what, why, and where? Who did this, or better yet, who hired them to do this? The field of possible suspects was wide open. What did I miss to not see this coming? Why the fuck didn’t he take the head shot? I damn sure would have. Where was my got damn security?
I coughed again and closed my eyes. I was tired as hell. Tired and cold but the bullet felt so damn hot. I was still suffocating, too.
Shit, I’m going to die , I thought, and I was selfish enough to be happy I was going before she did. I just couldn’t take losing her.
Ever .
Then I heard her voice, her words coming like a flood—rushed and forceful. Something about an ambulance coming. Something about me opening my eyes. So, I did, taking in every inch of her face while recalling every inch of her body at the same time. There was so much shit I needed to tell her, like how she was my dream come true. I wished I could tell her it was okay for me to die because I got her back. I finally got her back, and she loved me again. I wanted to say that I loved her one last time, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn’t speak. It was full of blood.
“Fuck! They need to hurry the hell up!” she said, sounding mad as hell. This was her version of panicking.
She was holding my hand, and I managed to squeeze it, my eyes fixed on her face before everything…went black.