Rah
“Mumph.” I groaned as my eyes tried to adjust to the fluorescent lights. I remembered waking up before but being too groggy to keep my eyes open. I was still feeling high as hell, but I managed to keep my eyes open and trained on my mother.
She gasped when she saw that I was looking at her. The concerned look on her face quickly went away. A smile replaced it as she jumped to her feet and ran towards me. “He’s awake!”
She stood over me, cupping my cheek. I watched as my father walked up behind her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
I opened my mouth, trying to say something, but it was hard to get the words past my dry throat. I forced out, “High as hell,” and it came out hoarse.
“It’s the morphine,” my mother told me.
My eyes kept opening and closing. I was floating.
“She is going to pay for what she did to him,” my father fussed.
“Not right now,” my mother insisted. “We can talk about that later.”
“No,” he barked. Then he looked at me and asked, “Why did she do this, Son? Did you all get into a fight or something?”
I might have been high, but I remembered exactly what happened. Solae faulted me for what happened to Essence, but she was to blame. Has she known her place, Essence wouldn’t have gotten raped. The last thing I remembered was her screaming she hated me as she drove a knife in my side.
“No, we didn’t get into a fight. That crazy bitch snapped. She’s jealous of Aaliyah and mad that I had that baby on her. So, she tried to kill me.”
I wasn’t so high that I didn’t feel the desire to make Solae pay, burning on the inside. Lying in that bed, I swore to myself that as soon as I was out of there, I was going to kill Solae and do a better job at it than she had.