Page 3 of This Is Law 3
Eventually, the doctor came in the room with us, and he asked Sevyn a few questions. He wanted to know if Sevyn had been under any kind of pressure, stress, or anything that wouldhave led to him passing out. The way that Sevyn was quickly breezing through all the answers, I could tell that he wasn’t telling the truth. I know that he was hurt, and angry behind the shit that he’d learned about me, and Dominic, but I don’t believe that that’s what caused him to pass out. It had to have been something deeper, and whatever it was, I felt like he wasn’t going to tell me because he was acting like a fuckin asshole right now!
The doctor told Sevyn that he wanted to just run a few simple test on him, and if everything came back fine, he was going to release him. I wanted to beg the doctor to stay in the room with us because it seemed like every time that me, and him were left alone, bullshit kept popping off. I didn’t do that though.
The doctor eventually left, and I continued sitting on the side of the bed. My phone had been resting in my lap, and it dinged. The whole time, I could feel Law’s eyes on me. I picked the phone up, so that I could see who was texting me, and it was a message that came in from Creed. It was a group chat that me, Creed, and Legend were all in. Creed was checking in, wanting to know how his dad was doing. I immediately texted him back, letting him know that he was fine, and stable, and that after they ran a few tests on him, we would be on the way home.
“Who texting you?” Law asked me, and I laughed right in his face, wanting to throw this phone at him, and hit him upside his head with it.
“You’re trying to get a reaction out of me, and you’re not going to get it,” I stood up, dropped my phone down on the bed, and I decided to just go over to the wall, put my back against it, and I cross my arms.
The whole time that I was standing up, I was looking at him, and he was looking at me.
“So, what caused you to pass out? Because of what I told you?” I asked him.
“I don’t trust you love, so I’m not telling you,” is what he told me, and that statement enraged me, so I quickly removed myself from the wall, sped walked my way back over to the bed, and I came closer to him.
“You don’t trust me? Because I barely did back to you what you did to me, now you don’t fuckin trust me? You sound fuckin stupid! If this the kind of time that you’re going to be on with me, please let me know love. It’s still early. I haven’t made it to the cut off yet. My uterus can be empty by the end of next week, nigga!” I spat. He knew damn well what I was trying to say to him, and that’s why his yes bucked at me the way that they did because he didn’t expect me to say it.
“Ay, get the fuck from around me talking to me crazy like that. For you to even throw that shit out so confidently, you must have reservations on who’s child your carrying. That’s my baby, or the next nigga?” he asked me, and I couldn’t even hold the shit back anymore.
I picked my hand up, and I slapped the shit out of him. I slapped him right on the side of his face, and no lie, it hurt me more than it hurt him because my hand was stinging. As if that slap that I just put on him didn’t mean shit, he sat there, and ate it, clenching his jaw. For him to not even react to the slap, say anything, or curse me out for putting my hands on him, that’s how I knew that he knew he was wrong.
“I’m going to blame that stupid ass comment on you being out of your mind right now, and your just saying anything to me to get a rise out of me. There’s no way in hell that you could possibly believe that I would be carrying anyone else’s child other than yours. Be angry with me all you want to about the shit with Dominic, but what you’re not about to do Sevyn is disrespect me, especially while I’m standing here, carrying your child!” I mushed him after I finished what I had to say, andinstead of staying over here with him, I went to the corner of the room, where the window was, and there was a chair.
I sat in this chair for well over two hours. Different tests were ran on Law, and everything came back normal. His blood pressure was now reading good numbers, and once the doctor was fine with everything, that’s when he went ahead, and discharged him. I had no idea what the fuck Sevyn’s problem was, but he was being so mean, and snappy. He was nonchalant as hell with the doctor, and the nurses. I was so pissed with him, and he was probably just as pissed with me, so we hadn’t spoken one word to each other since I slapped him.
As angry as I was with him, I didn’t have it in me to leave him in this hospital on his own, while I went home. Lord knows that he would never let me live that shit down if I were to do some mess like that.
Law was up, and out of bed. He kept his white dress shirt unbuttoned, as he stood up, and he fixed his slacks. The whole time he was doing that, he had an angry mug on his face.
I stood up from the chair, grabbed my phone, along with my purse, and I walked out of the room. He was right on my trail, following behind me. We were right on the first floor, so it was simple for us to just go ahead and walk out of the building. It was well after three in the morning once we made it outside, and I turned to him, waiting to see if he had the answers on how we were going to get home.
While I was in the ambulance, I texted our driver from tonight, letting him know what had gone down with Law, and how we had to go to the hospital, so we wouldn’t need him to bring us back home tonight. Neither one of our cars were here, so here I was, looking at him to see what he wanted to do.
“How are we going to get home?” I asked him.
“Don’t you have the Uber app or something on your phone? Call that or something!” he snapped at me.
“Sevyn, what the fuck is wrong with you? You are getting on my fuckin nerves!” I screamed at him in a way that I couldn’t scream at him inside the room because I wasn’t trying to cause attention.
“Ain’t shit wrong with me, man. Call the people, yo!” he snapped again.
“I don’t want to be around you. I’ll call one for me to take me home, and I’ll call one for you to take you to your fuckin condo. I’m liable to get back to the house, pick something up, and bust you in your fuckin head with it, sending your ass right back to this damn hospital. You been acting crazy ever since you woke up from this shit. If this is the kind of time that your about to be on, I seriously don’t want to be around you,” I was dead ass serious, as I looked up at him.
“You begged and pleaded for me to come back home, so I’m not going nowhere else. Call the uber,” was all he said.
I walked away from him, and I went over to a bench. I pulled my phone out, maneuvering over to the uber app. I requested a premier SUV for us, and it would be here in less than five minutes. I sat here, and my eyes were on Sevyn the entire time. He never followed me over here to sit next to me. Instead, he stood with his arms folded, and his head down. It was bothering me not knowing what was wrong with him because I knew him well enough to know that something happened, but he just wouldn’t tell me. I was hoping that by the time we made it to the house, and we both calmed down, that we could have a conversation, and he could tell me what was going on.
The uber eventually came, and I walked over to the truck. Law got the hint that the Uber was for us, so he came over too. Even with him being angry, and in this fucked up mood that he was in, he still opened the door for me, and helped me get inside, but he did the shit like it was against his will.
I sat in one of the pilot styled seats in the black Escalade that we were in, and Law closed the door, so that he could go around, and he got on the other side. The driver was nice, speaking to us, and he pulled out of the front of the hospital, and started heading in the direction of the house.
As he started driving, I used the flashlight that was on my phone, so that I could flash it down on my feet. My pinky toe on my left foot was aching, but it was an ache that I was just now paying attention to. TheManolo Blahnikheels that I had on were super high, and earlier, when I’d put them on, they were comfortable, but as the night went on, and then at one point, I had been running in the parking lot, finding Law passed out, had caused this pain to my toe.
I removed the heel, and when I saw my pinky toe, some of the skin had been removed, and it was bleeding. The rush, and the adrenaline that I have been feeling since I found Law passed out was the reason that I was just now seeing what was going on with my toe.
I kept the heel off, just keeping it to the side, and I turned the flashlight off. I leaned my head on the side of the door, and my body kept trying to dose off, but I would catch myself each time that it happened. It took us about fifteen minutes to pull up to our community. The driver rolled down the back window, so that I could let the guard up front that was monitoring the line know that he was just dropping us home. That’s when he raised the gate, allowing the driver entry, and within a minute, he was pulling the car into the driveway for us.
I sat here, wondering if I should put my shoe back on. My toe was aching, and I knew that if I put the shoe back on, that I would cause more damage. I wasn’t the type to walk on concrete without any shoes on my feet, though. I also didn’t want to have to ask Law to carry me because of the fucked-up mood that he was in.
