Page 33 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Yeah, I think so.” I left Tasha’s side to go back up front to direct the ambulance to where she was. By now, my nosy neighbors were outside. I was pretty sure somebody had notified Jersey by now.
The truck stopped in front of the house, and paramedics started piling out. “Ma’am, did you call for help?” one asked as he approached with a stretcher.
“Yes. I came home, and my house had been broken into, and my sister had been beaten and passed out on the bedroom floor.” They rushed past me and into the home. I had to hurry up and show them which room to go into. I watched intently as they carefully checked Tasha before placing her on the stretcher and heading back out.
“You can follow us to the hospital. I’m sure the police would like to talk to you,” he informed before he and his partner disappeared back out the house and inside their vehicle.
I grabbed my purse and bolted out the house and followed the ambulance to the hospital.
***
I was in the waiting room with my mom when Jersey stormed in.
“Shan, what the fuck going on? Muthafuckas calling me talking about the fucking police and ambulance at your fucking house! What happened?” He was pissed, and it showed. His brows were knitted so close together they formed a unibrow.
“Don’t come in here yelling at her! It probably had something to do with your drug shit! Now my daughter is laid up in the hospital!” My mom shouted, drawing attention. Before I could say anything to her, Jersey opened his mouth.
“Watch yourself, Diane. You’re in the right place to try me. Lower your muthafuckin’ tone when you address me. I know you ain’t complaining about my drug shit when you always got your fucking hand out. Fuck out my face ’fore I slap the dog shit outta you. Now, Shan, what the fuck happened?” I swallowed hard and told him everything that happened from the time I pulled in, to my finding Tasha passed out on the floor.
“Where was that nigga of yours?” he asked.
“What? You think Kirby had something to do with this? What reason would he have to hurt Tasha?”
“I don’t know that nigga, and apparently, you don’t either.”
“What is that supposed to mean? I’ve known him longer than you’ve known your lil’ stripper.”
“Just because you fucking that nigga don’t make you know him.” The doctor came in and interrupted Jersey’s lil’ jealous rant.
“The family of KaTasha Jacobs.”
“Yes, that’s us.” My mom jumped up.
“Ms. Jacobs is up and alert. She has a slight concussion, but she should be fine. I want to keep her overnight just for observation. If all her tests are clear, she can be released first thing in the morning.”
“Can we see her?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s asking for you all.” We followed the doctor to the room where Tasha was and piled inside.
“Tasha, baby! Who did this to you?” our mom probed. I looked, and Jersey was standing off to the side, texting on his phone. I knew it was more than likely business, but I couldn’t help but get jealous, thinking it was his lil’ girlfriend.
“If you’re just gonna sit on your phone talking to a bitch, then you can leave,” I snapped. He had a fucking nerve. He glanced up from his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He took long, deliberate strides toward me and hovered over me.
“I done told you to watch that shit. What the fuck I do has nothing to do with you. I would be more concerned about who the fuck running up in your shit and slumping your sister instead of who the fuck on my phone,” he growled.
Swallowing hard, I looked toward Tasha, waiting for her response.
“Eric,” she mumbled.
“Who the fuck is Eric?” Jersey’s voice boomed.
“Her boyfriend. That’s why she’s been staying at the house,” I clarified.
“Word? You knew she had a fucked up nigga and you didn’t say shit? What if my fucking son was in that damn house!”
“How was I supposed to know that this was gonna happen? You can’t put that on me!”
“You right. I can’t. I can remove my fucking son from that environment, though.”
