Page 59 of Typa
“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.
TWENTY-THREE
MAUI
When Mr. Legendand Mrs. Harper ran out of the house, I knew Mythic had found Treasure. The panic on their faces was evident. Carter Legend, Epic, and Cachet were right behind them, leaving me here with Mr. Red, Red Squared, Uncle Philly, and Uncle Ryder. All of the women had left already since it was so late. Mythic was so tormented. After we had sex, he was quiet. He got dressed and left me in the bedroom without a word. I knew what he was going to do. I literally gave him permission to.
He was so worried about what everyone else was going to think about him. Given what all we had gone through, I could understand why. But I didn’t give a fuck about that. This was Treasure. If anyone could think of where she might have been, it was him. Sometimes, our minds couldn’t think about all the possibilities unless we were in the thick of things. I knew he probably couldn’t think of everywhere to tell Watchful Eyes to look. I wanted to assume, the minute he started actively searching and doing whatever he had to do, it would come to him.
The door opened, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I was so deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear anyone even approachingit. I stood and turned around to see Mythic. He was a shirtless, disheveled mess. As I made my way to him, he held up his hand, halting me.
“I have to take a shower first, baby. I’ll be back.”
I nodded, and when he walked by me, I smelled the most awful shit I’d ever smelled. The tears sprang from my eyes, because I could only imagine what he’d just experienced. Whatever had him smelling like that had to have been on Treasure as well. I glanced over to see Mr. Legend entering the house. He gave me a tight smile.
“The guys are going to head to the hospital. You’re welcomed to ride back with us once we’re cleaned up.”
“Yes, sir.”
I made my way upstairs to find my shoes. After entering the room, I could hear Mythic in the shower, literally wailing. I sat on side of the bed, listening to him. I couldn’t help but cry silently. There was no way I could listen to him and be unfazed by it. The sadness, the pain, the guilt . . . all of it could be heard through his sounds of grief. While I was glad he’d found her alive, I knew what he’d seen was hard, and he would have a long road of mental recovery after this. I pulled my knees to my chest and lowered my head to them, trying to absorb his pain.
When the water finally turned off, I stood and went to the door, lightly knocking on it, so he would know I was here for him. “I’m here, baby,” I said.
He opened the door, still wet and wiped the knob with a Clorox wipe. Once he dropped it in the trash, he stared at me, his gaze pulling me to him. I hugged him tightly, then went to my knees in front of him, my pants getting wet on the knees from the water on the floor. I stared up at him, hoping he would be receptive to the way I chose to show him love. He only stared back at me. I hugged him around his legs, his flaccid dick in myface. I ran my hands up and down the backs of his legs and softly kissed his dick, like I was worshipping him.
He was worthy of worship for the way he always treated me. Even in his moments of weakness and distress, he never disrespected me. When his dick started hardening, I pulled it into my mouth and didn’t waste any time getting him to cum. I knew we didn’t have a lot of time. We needed to get to the hospital, and Mr. Legend was probably waiting for us. Mythic didn’t make a sound as I deep throated him, nor did he touch me. Even when he nutted, he was completely quiet. My heart was hurting with his, and I realized there was nothing I could do to make him feel better right now. I would just be here.
I stood and grabbed the towel from the countertop and quickly dried him off, then grabbed the lotion and moisturized his arm, hands, and face as he stared at me. His gaze was crippling me. I looked away and led him to the bedroom to dress him. He didn’t need to be snazzy, just covered. I grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, socks, and his drawers and helped him put them all on as quickly as possible.
I slid on my tennis shoes, cringing at the feel of my wet socks and watched him slip on his Nike slides. When I opened the door, Mr. Legend was standing there. I looked back at Mythic and saw we hadn’t done a thing with his hair. He’d taken his braids out and washed his hair. I went to the bathroom and quickly grabbed a brush, hair lotion, and a hair tie. I could make it look neat on the way there.
