Chapter 3 Jakari
Jashawn was speeding as we rushed Diamond to the hospital.
My son was screaming at the top of his lungs at the sight of his mom bleeding and unresponsive in the backseat beside him.
I sat in the passenger seat but was leaning into the back of the car, applying pressure to Diamond’s wound.
I prayed that she would make it through this.
I begged her to hang on and not give up as my son cried his little heart out.
I couldn’t believe my brother had done this.
I explained to him before we left our spot to do the exchange that we would only get active if need be.
His life wasn’t threatened, and those niggas weren’t gonna do shit.
They just wanted the money. He should have never pulled his gun out, let alone pulled the trigger.
“Baby bro, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for Diamond to get hit. That shit was an accident.”
“Shut the fuck up talking to me, Jashawn! I told yo’ ass not to be on no bullshit.
I just wanted to get them home safely, and you still did what you wanted.
The fucked-up part is that you didn’t even hit the nigga you was aiming for!
You hit my fuckin’ baby momma. Nigga, I’ll never forgive you for this shit, and if she doesn’t make it, I promise I’m going to be yo’ worst nightmare! ” I spat.
“I said I was sorry. I don’t know what else you want me to say!
Nobody told her dumb ass to jump on that nigga’s back.
She was supposed to be behind you, headed to the car.
I didn’t think she would do no shit like that.
You know it was an accident, so please calm down before I have to hurt yo’ emotional ass. ”
“Get me to the hospital, and don’t say shit else to me in yo’ life! I mean that!” I spat.
“Stand on that, youngin’! You gon’ need me again, just watch,” Jashawn said as he came to an abrupt stop.
We were parked right outside the ER, so I jumped out of the car and grabbed Diamond from the backseat.
I rushed her through the glass doors, and immediately, the staff ran over to assist. A few moments later, they placed her on a gurney and rushed her to the back.
This shit was like déjà vu. I just prayed that Diamond would have the same luck as Keith.
I ran outside to get my son out of the car and told Jashawn he could leave. I really blamed this hard-headed ass nigga for everything that went wrong tonight. I no longer cared about the money I gave to Black; I was worried about Diamond. Shit was not looking good for her.
I sat in the ER for hours on pins and needles.
Diamond’s mother had shown up shortly after me, and we were both on eggshells, waiting for an update.
She paced around the waiting room while I sat and rocked JJ.
My son had been through too much, and he didn’t deserve to witness any of this.
I knew I needed to change my life for him because, right now, I was the reason he and his mom could have lost their lives.
Diamond was still fighting for hers, and who knows what the outcome would be?
After six hours of waiting, a doctor came out and got Diamond’s mother.
They said she was the only person who could go to the back since she was family and JJ was too young.
I sat nervously, waiting for any news. About thirty minutes after Eva went to the back, two detectives came into the waiting room to question me.
“Mr. Jones, I’m detective Lee, and this is my partner Detective Myers. We need to ask you a few questions pertaining to the mother of your son, Diamond Rogers,” the detective spoke as they stood in front of me.
“Yes, I may have a few answers.” I stood up with JJ on my side.
I would never let another man talk above me. If we were going to have a talk, we would all be standing. I never cared for police or detectives, so I damn sure wasn’t about to make them feel superior. I was now nervous as hell because I knew they would want answers.
“Can you tell us exactly what happened and where it took place? We also need a timeframe,” Lee said.
“I was going to meet Diamond to get my son for a few days down in Little Elm. We met on a country dirt road. We had met there a few times before. My brother was in the car with me because we had been hanging out for the majority of the day. When we pulled up to her car to get my son, she was shot and bleeding. Her glove compartment was open, her car door was open, and things were thrown everywhere. My son was in the backseat crying, so I grabbed him and placed him in my car, then we rushed her here. My brother drove us to the hospital while I tried to stop Diamond’s bleeding. ”
“We need the street name, time frame, and to take a look at your car. We will go and look for her car as well. It should be in the same spot that you found her in. If your brother was in the car with you, I need his information also to corroborate your story. From what you’re telling us, it sounds like she was the victim of a robbery or carjacking gone wrong,” Myers stated.
“My brother took my car home hours ago, and do what you need to do on your end. As you can see, I have my hands full with my son, and I’m trying to make sure his mother is going to be okay. My lawyer and I can come down to the station at a later time for statements. Now is just not it!” I barked.
I needed time to get my story straight and have my bitch ass brother on board with what to say if these bastards questioned him.
I didn’t think we would be questioned because they didn’t do this shit for Keith.
I guess he was just another black nigga that they wanted off the streets.
I answered a few more questions before respectfully asking them to get the fuck on.
After waiting another hour, Diamond’s mom texted me that I could leave and she would call me later. I didn’t know what was going on, and it was driving me crazy.
I took my son home and gave him a warm bath and some melatonin, then I put him to bed. I sat in the rocking chair in his room that I kept beside his bed, and I just stared at him while he slept. I replayed the entire day in my head.
The one mistake I made was bringing my brother.
Had I gone alone, none of this would have happened.
If I wanted to take shit a little deeper, this whole war had started with Keith and me.
There were so many ways this shit could have been avoided, but when it came down to it, I was really the person to blame.
As much as I wanted that nigga Black dead, I knew it was all my fault.
It was my fault for whooping those corner boys, then letting them live after Keith pistol whipped one of them, and I was damn wrong for bringing Jashawn with me tonight.
I woke up the next afternoon to JJ climbing into the chair with me. His room was now a complete mess, and he was smiling in my face like he hadn’t destroyed the place.
“Daddy a sleepy head?” JJ joked.
“Yes, son. Daddy had a long day. You good? You wanna eat?” I asked as I stood from the chair with him on my chest.
We went into the bathroom and brushed our teeth, then washed our faces.
I changed his clothes and got him dressed for the day.
We went into the kitchen, and I placed him in his high chair while I cooked us breakfast. I made small talk with my son to see if anything was different about him.
He was still his normal, bubbly self. He was acting as if he didn’t remember what happened with his mom last night, and I was thankful for that.
I examined him while I bathed him last night, and he looked to be unharmed.
I was a ball of nerves at that point. Not knowing how things were going to turn out had me stressed.
As much as I wanted revenge for my son getting snatched, I really couldn’t afford for shit to get worse.
Worrying about Diamond would also have me not thinking clearly enough to plan and execute a hit on those niggas. I just really felt defeated.
After breakfast, I let JJ go into his room to play while I made my phone calls.
I called Eva twice and got no answer, so I called Taylor.
I was getting pissed off that no one thought to call and give me an update.
Although Diamond worked my nerves, she was the mother of my son, and she didn’t deserve to die.
She was crazy and obsessed, but deep down, I knew it was only because she really loved me. I just didn’t feel the same for her.
“Don’t call my phone, nigga! I know you’re the reason that shit happened to my sister!” Taylor barked as soon as she answered the phone.
“Taylor, please, bruh! Now is not the time. I’m just trying to see what’s up. I need an update on Diamond.”
“She’s still hanging on for the most part, but I’m so confused about how you were the one to take her to the hospital. Last I talked to her, she said she was taking a weekend trip with her new man. I didn’t hear shit else from her, but you magically found her shot up. The math ain’t mathin.”
“Like I said to your mom, she called and asked me to get JJ. When I got to her, she was all fucked up. It looked like she had been robbed and shit, so I rushed her to the hospital. I don’t know anything about a new nigga or her going on a trip,” I lied.
“The truth will always come out. I’ll have my mom keep you posted,” Taylor said before hanging up in my face.
I instantly regretted calling her. I felt worse than I did before I called, so I decided to wait for someone to call me instead of begging for information.
I was gon’ chill in the house with my son until I knew something.
Just to tie all loose ends, I called Jashawn and told him to come over.
I needed to get my story together. I also knew the police would be looking for Diamond’s car as evidence, but I had no clue where it was.