“Are you fucking blind? Do you not see the blood coming out of her arm?” He thumped her in the center of her forehead for asking him that stupid ass question.
“Sir, you don’t have to be rude. I don’t see any blood pouring that indicates a gunshot wound. I was just trying to see where the wound was.”
“So, you don’t see that blood?” He pointed to my arm. She looked at me and then back at him.
“Sir, it’s not bleeding as much as a gunshot wound would be.” Stepping over to me, she took a closer look at my arm. “It’s just a graze.”
“You mean to tell me that I didn’t get shot?” To say I was relieved was an understatement. Maniac was about to cause me to have a heart attack up in here. I’ve never been shot before, so I didn’t know how the pain would feel from it. I was just going off of what he’d said to me.
“No, ma’am. We just have to get you cleaned up and patched up.”
“Thank God.”
She grabbed her supplies and then came back over to the bed where I was. I sat there as she cleaned my arm and wrapped it up for me. Once she was done, Maniac walked me out the room to the discharge station and we got out of there.
Wren
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
After the incident at the baby shower, Maniac has been keeping me in the house, and it’s driving me crazy. The only time I got some air was when I went outside with the cats. He was gon’ have to come up with something better than this to keep me safe. I can’t just sit in the house all day long. It’s depressing.
“Y’all are tired of being here too, huh?” I asked Luna and Smoke as they laid on the floor in the corner of the room. It’s been a minute since I’ve gotten them out the house. Maybe I need to load up all my babies and make a trip to the pet store. It should be safe to go to the pet store.
Grabbing my phone, I swiped the screen and went to the call log. Pressing Maniac’s name, I tapped the phone icon and waited as it rang. “Yeah?” he answered.
“I want to go to the pet store.”
“For what?”
“I think we need to get out the house and get some fresh air.”
“Who is we?”
“Me and the cats.”
“If you don’t get the fuck off my phone. Them cats go outside enough.”
“I’m serious, bae. I’m going to the pet store whether if you like it or not.”
I scooted to the edge of the sofa to get up. Soon as I pressed my free hand against the cushion and pushed up, Maniac shoved me right back down.
“Where you come from?” I frowned up at him and ended the call. He was supposed to be gone to the distillery hours ago.
“I came to check on yo’ hard-headed ass. I just knew you weren’t gon’ listen to me.”
“I been in this house two days straight. I need to get out of here.”
He sat down on the couch alongside me and Luna strutted over to where we sat. She jumped up on the sofa. I thought Maniac was gon’ knock her right back down like he normally does, but he even went as far as to allowing her to climb into his lap. She sat there for a moment while I stroked her head. Seconds later, she began screaming at the top of her lungs. Before I knew it, I saw blood come out onto Maniac’s pants and something slipped out of her.
“Man, I just know this got damn cat ain’t just have no baby on me.” Manaic’s eyes bucked as he pushed Luna to the floor and lifted to his feet. The kitten almost dropped if I hadn’t reached over and caught it before it hit the floor. “What the fuck be wrong with these got damn cats?” He brushed his hand across the blood on the crotch of his pants as if that was gon’ remove the stain.
“Take the pants off and I’ll wash them for you.”
“Wash ’em?” He frowned. “This shit going in the fucking trash.”
“I didn’t even know she was pregnant.” I stared down at the tiny lil cat in my hand. “She needs blankets and stuff. I’m sure she has another one or two inside her.”
“Who the fuck you think finna play veterinarian? Not me.”
