Page 100 of His Lucky Blessing

“An MRI?”

“They just want to scan your brain to make sure you didn’t have any damage and see where if your memory loss is long term. Do you remember anything?”

“I remember a party I was at, but I’m not sure if it was here or not.”

Okay, so while we get you showered and stuff, I can tell you what I know. It may be hard for you but I do think you should know. Anyone that survived what you went through deserves to know their story.”

She ran me a hot shower which was something that my body really needed. I was left to be nothing but skin and bones. The only thing that could be seen on me was my protruding belly. My titties were saggy, my ass was dropping, and I just looked disgusting.

“I know you’re looking at yourself in disbelief but trust me, you’ll gain all your weight back before you leave. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Why is this hole here?” I ran my finger across the indent on my shoulder. I didn’t notice it yesterday but then again; I didn’t stand in front of a mirror and pick myself apart either.

“You were shot. It went in and out. There was no damage from the gunshot wound which is why we were led to believe the shooter kept you around for a few days and brutally raped you. The person not only raped you repeatedly but beat you as well. I’m not sure why the person was so angry. The night you were brought here, we didn’t think you would make it.”

I blinked and let the tears roll down my face.

“You were unresponsive when a little girl found you floating in a nearby park river. She alerted her parents and called 911. This person wanted you dead, Merci. We see a lot of stuff around here but this by far was one of the scariest moments. I got connected to you and the baby growing inside of your stomach. I knew if I kept pushing for you that you would pull through. Even if it would’ve cost me my job.”

“My baby is a rape baby? It’s not from a boyfriend or anything? I can’t…I can’t keep this baby. How am I supposed to look at it every day knowing that it’s from someone that tried to kill me?”

“You have options, and we can discuss those too but right now we got to get you bathed and dressed before people start barging their way in here. The police got wind that you’re up and they want to run all in your face with questions. If you don’t feel comfortable then you don’t have to tell them anything.”

“But I don’t know anything. Besides what you just told me.”

“This party you were talking about. Do you remember any of your background?”

“I think I was here because the trees were beautiful. I don’t recall seeing them anywhere else.”

“That’s a start.”

Ihad to be honest, being in the same house with my family was great but I knew Blessyn was uncomfortable here. No matter what I tried to do she just wasn’t having it. This morning, she was up crying in the bathroom and when I asked her what was wrong, she said she was fine. It was like our communication had broken down completely. She rarely got out of the bed and when she did, it was only to tend to Kani.

“Do you need me to do anything?” I played in her hair as she had her back turned to me. Cecelia had long come and got Kani so we could spend some time together.

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“Bless, I don’t think you’re going to be good if you don’t talk to me. I’ve let you go a few times brushing me off but today we need to talk. Don’t think I don’t know how you slip into yourdepressive states. I know the loss of your mama is a lot to handle and then Merci too. We both dealing with it which is why we need to lean on each other.”

“I don’t think you understand that I have loss everything. My barbershop, my first son, my sister, and now my mama. Like what the fuck have I done to deserve so much goddamn pain?”

Her mentioning her son stung me. She knew I would forever feel bad about that shit. I lost my marriage behind it and had been fighting ever since to get it back.

“I’m going to make all this right. You know you don’t have to worry about that barbershop. We got the other one damn near ready to go.”

“You don’t understand the blood, sweat, and tears I put into building my business. A female can never get credit for shit.”

“Well put the same effort into the new one. I know your mind ain’t focused right now but you got time to rebuild to something bigger and better than ever. Spend that energy with your face in a notebook, planning how you want it. The money is not an issue for me.”

“I don’t think you understand me. You’ve paid your way through this whole relationship. Money is not everything and I would struggle before I let you buy me something else.”

I stopped playing in her hair and got up out the bed. She was tapping on my last little bit of nerve, and I had to get the fuck away from her before I thumped her ass in the middle of her forehead. Never had I threw money in her face. I was just a man that thought it was important to take care of my woman. That’s why I worked so hard to get off the streets. It was important to me to make sure that everyone connected to me was comfortable. It wasn’t a handout. It was basically me taking the pressure off her and putting it on me. As good as she ran her last shop, I knew the money would come back ten-fold.

“Where you going?” She sat up.

“The fuck away from your negative ass. You must’ve forgotten my mama just got murdered too. You are not the only muthafucka ‘round this bitch sad but I have to put on a front for you ‘cause you too damn sensitive. Everything I say triggers you so I’mma leave and go check on a few of my businesses. The same businesses that’s trying to get your shit up and running but you too damn stubborn to see when a nigga really cares for you. You gon’ keep on and I’ll never come the fuck back unless it’s for my children.”

I left her ass with her thoughts. It was times that I didn’t want to be here, but my heart just wouldn’t let me leave her. She had my children, and my son was the center of our love. It made me feel good to know that I did something right but Blessyn had a way of making me feel like everything I did was wrong. What kind of nigga wanted to be around that type of energy. When I should’ve been laying low, I was cruising the streets with my gun sitting on my lap.

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