Chapter 22 #2
I wrapped my shirt around her and scooped her up as she kept whispering my name. We had to get her to the hospital quick as hell. When I heard gunshots, I stopped and allowed PJ to go before me. There was another gunshot that sounded close, and I heard PJ say, “Oh fuck!”
I set Treasure down for a moment. “I’m not leaving you, baby girl. Hang on a little longer for me.”
“Mythic,” she whispered.
My soul was crushed, but I had to be sure she wouldn’t get hurt any more than she already was.
I pulled my gun from my waistband, and when I opened the door, I came face to face with Javian, the same nigga I sliced across the fucking face.
I supposed he didn’t die that day. “You had to know I wasn’t gon’ just let’chu walk out of here untouched, right? ”
“Fuck you. Whatever you do, you better kill me. Make sure ain’t no coming back for me, because I will still hunt your scarface-looking ass down and torture the shit out of you.”
He gave me a cynical smile as I stared down the barrel of his gun, and he stared down mine.
We were about to shoot each other the fuck up.
Suddenly I was tackled from behind and a shot rang out, dropping Javian to the ground.
I looked back to see Ali. I nodded, expressing my thanks, then went back to my sister.
She was balled up the same way she was in that closet.
“Come on, baby girl. I got’chu.”
I scooped her up, bad arm and all, and carried her to my truck. She was still trembling and whispering my name repeatedly. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I put her in the back seat and got back there with her.
“Are you hurt?”
“Mythic, Mythic, Mythic.”
That was all she would say. When PJ got in the truck, I said, “Fuck. I thought you got shot, man.”
“I did. I had on a vest though. Shady ass muthafuckas. To the hospital?”
“Yeah, man.”
I glanced down at Treasure, and she was still whispering my name and trembling. I held her close to me and whispered to her. “I got’chu, Treasure. I got’chu, baby. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry.”
When she stopped whispering my name, I looked down at her to see she was crying. “Treasure, talk to me. Are you hurt?”
She still refused to answer. I didn’t want to look all over her because she was naked and traumatized, but I knew I needed to. “Baby girl, I need to look over your body to see if you’re hurt. I hope you understand what I’m saying to you.”
Before I could move my shirt from over her, I saw what looked like blood.
I quickly moved it and saw a small stab wound in her side.
It had a slow bleed. Grabbing her hand, I saw the blood on it, realizing she had been applying pressure to it somehow.
I hadn’t even untied her, because I was just trying to get her out of there.
I looked at the rope around her wrists and saw it was tied in knots.
I would have to cut the bounds off her. Her feet were tied as well.
“Call my people and tell them to meet us at Liberty-Dayton.”
Liberty-Dayton was the closest trauma hospital.
I needed her to be seen immediately. When we got there, I hurriedly got out and scooped my sister out, running through the doors, begging for help.
They quickly led me to the back where I placed her on a bed in the hallway.
They covered her with a sheet and wheeled her to a private area in the emergency room.
“What happened?”
“I just found her like this. She’s my sister, Treasure Semien.”
“Legend Semien’s daughter?”
“Yeah. She went missing a couple of days ago. Please help her.”
“We got her. Just go to the waiting area.”
I was breathing heavily like I’d run a mile at full speed.
My adrenaline was pumping like never before.
When I saw my parents burst through the door, I made my way to them.
My dad practically threw himself into me, hugging me tightly.
“Shit!” he yelled as I felt the tremble course through him. “Thank God. Thank you, Mythic.”
When he released me, he looked over us and brought his hand to his nose to sniff. When his face turned up, he said, “Is this shit?”
I nodded. “And throw up. I don’t know if it’s hers or not, so we need to get cleaned up.”
He nodded and led me out of the hospital, back to the house.
My wife beater was discolored. There was shit, throw-up, and blood on it, not to mention my own sweat and dirt.
PJ met us outside and handed my dad the keys to my truck.
Once we got in, the smell immediately invaded my nostrils.
Instead of making me frown, I broke down for the second time today.
I was gonna have to throw up if I didn’t get myself together.
Seeing my sister so torn apart and scared was hard.
I was afraid that the way I saw her tonight would be seared into my mental.
My beautiful, put-together, cocoa complexioned sister, was battered, bruised, and broken.
I noticed her lips were swollen, so they’d probably beat her. Her hair was a tangled mess.
“Mythic, she’s going to be okay. The most important thing is that she’s alive.”
“She just kept whispering my name over and over again. She wouldn’t say anything else.
I don’t know what all could be wrong with her.
She was stripped naked and tied up in a small closet.
I don’t know how I’ll get that visual out of my head or the stench from my nostrils.
I’ve seen shit like this before, but this my lil sister, man. Pull over!”
Before the truck could completely stop, I hopped out and ran to the grass alongside the road and regurgitated my insides. I took off my wife beater and balled it up. When I got back in the truck, I threw it to the floor. The two of us remained quiet the rest of the way home.