Page 76 of Pieces of Us

“That little boy hit me.”

“What little boy?”

“At she house. Him hit me on my butt with a string, and him grab my arm.”

I looked over at her grandmother. If she was even her damn grandmother.

“Why wasn’t her mother notified?”

“Everything happened so fast. I hadn’t had the time.”

“The time should have been while she was lying here asleep.” I sneered.

“Excuse me if I’m only being concerned with my grandbaby—”

“Ma’am, I don’t care what you were being concerned with. Her mother should have been called if her father couldn’t be here.”

“What kind of doctor are you? It’s clear she knows who you are.”

“She does. I’m Megan’srealfather.”

Her eyes ballooned, but she didn’t say anything.

“I’m going to have the nurse come in and draw her blood to run some tests. I’m going to try to keep CPS at bay but only because of my girl.” I turned to Mariah. “I’m coming right back, lil bit. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

I left the room and immediately took out my phone to call Morgan. The phone rang twice before she picked up.

“Hey, my love. I guess it wasn’t that big of an emergency for you to be calling so soon, huh?” She giggled.

“Mo…”

“Yeah…What is it?” Her voice held alarm.

“I need you to get to Providence as soon as you can. It’s Mariah.”

“What? What’s wrong with my baby?”

I could hear her scrambling around.

“Just get here, Mo. But be careful. We’re in room fifteen in the emergency room.”

“Oh my God! Hemi, please…”

“Get here, baby.”

“Okay.”

I hung up and sighed.

It was definitely some foul shit going on, and I knew this shit wasn’t going to be good.

Morgan

Drue, my mother, Megan, and myself hurriedly moved through the emergency room. My heart was beating fast thinking of what could have possibly gone wrong with my baby.

“Morgan.”

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