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How Can Loving You Be So Wrong? Part 16Juan
- Oh shit, oh shit I’m about to… - Yea daddy give it to me let me have it - Damnnnnnn (heave breathing) man you a freak - I know right, just another place to say we got our freak on - So what was this important information you wanted to tell me now that I have giving you what you really wanted - Oh it was nothing, just that the cops were asking Kara a lot of questions is all just wanted to distract you - Man I should kick your ass for this shit - Don’t act like you didn’t want to just as bad as I wanted to - Whatever man, you just better not tell Nicole ever - Just keep giving me the dick like that and I wont - Bet
I slowly wiped myself down gathering my close up around my waist. What was it about this man that kept me doing this? First my office now my car in a hospital parking lot, He had me doing things I thought only Craig could do and I was kind go digging it.
As Trent got out of the car I get a text from Craig’s sister; she wants me to come to the hospital now, Craig is awake and asking for you. I quickly get complete and tell Trent to let Nicole know that Craig is awake and that I’m going back to see him. I’ll be back later on tonight to see how Kara is doing. As I watch Trent walk away I shot him a text.. Let’s see if he is up to the challenge
Barreling down the 285 all types of thoughts run thru my head. What had Craig told his sister about me? Was she the only one he was talking to? Did he say something in his sleep while around all them church folks? And before I knew it I was getting off the freeway for the hospital. As I pull up I still see a mountain of church members standing around whispering, and discussing what they believe was the cause for Kara trying to kill him. As I over heard their thoughts I started to wonder again myself what had he been thinking brining this man into his house he was a fool; moreover I was much more relieved that it was not me walking in with him or it would be me laying on a cold table in the morgue.
Craig’s sister is standing near Mrs. Jackson (damn she is on her like glue). I nod for her to come my way and we start to walk back towards Craig’s room.
- So how is he doing, why is he asking for me - Hmph like you don’t know boy, you aint got to lie to me anymore - Hold up, what do you think you know. What they hell has he been saying about me? - Don’t worry Juan I’m not snitch, what ya’ll do is your business - Well shot or not we are about to get this all cleared up so he better be ready to talk - Wait, wait, wait… I was just teasing boy. Craig had not said anything about you two being lovers or whatever. I was just trying to see what you would say - What..! That is some dirty shit to do folks start rumors that way. But there is a reason you asked me so spill it
As I sat there listening to her tell me why she thought her brother was on the down low I laughed inside. The situations that she mentioned were almost everyone that involved me. But being that I was more afraid of being caught than Craig ever was I made sure no one would ever find out. She asked me why I was smiling, and I quickly caught myself.
- Ah no reason, you are just so cute playing detective with on your brother like when you was little - Look Juan this is not funny. I mean I’m mad at Kara for what she did but if my brother was the cause of her doing it in the first place I have no sympathy for him at all. Maybe he should have been the one in the morgue. - You don’t mean that do you - Hell yes I do. - Look don’t say that - And you want to know why I do - Why? - Cause the man that she killed. That was my boyfriend!
My mouth dropped to the floor. Was she serious or just playing? I looked her in the eyes and told her not to lie. She started to cry and tell me what the real was. - Craig meet Charles about 2 months ago when he came to visit me. I could tell something was off because of how chummy he was with Charles; he was never this way towards any of my other boyfriends. About a month ago I went to California for a girl’s weekend with some friends, and when I got back I had a friend’s husband take me home instead of calling Charles. Well when we arrived I saw my brothers car parked in my drive way. I didn’t think much of it but as I walked in the door I heard music blaring and it smelled like weed all through the house. I walked around looking to see what they were doing or at to say the least. As I made my way to the back of the apartment I could hear moaning and Charles voice saying he loved that ass. I first walked away from the door but then got angry and wanted to see it for myself and yes when I opened the door there they were. My brother being fucked in the ass by Charles. And what made it worse was they were so high that they didn’t even notice me at the door and kept going.. I walked back out and grabbed my purse and just drove for hours.. A week later I broke up with Charles and told him his secret was safe with me just leave my brother alone. And well as you can see he didn’t and see where it got him”DEAD”. - Have you told the hospital who he was - Yes about 30 minutes ago I gave the nurse the information and she said she would contact his family - Well that was very big of you. - Yes no need for his family not to know the truth about they son right - I guess - So lets go talk to my brother cause I have some choice words and I need you to keep me from smothering him - Ok…!
As we got down the hall and turned the corner we could see a crowd of folks (mainly nurses and Mrs. Jackson as always; damn when did she pass us) listening at the door. I tap one of the nurses on the shoulder and ask what’s going on in my friend’s room. She smirks and says your friend huh? I give her a look back like what the fuck is your issue. I ask again and she says be quiet. There is some young man in the room confessing his love for your friend and threaten to public if he doesn’t leave his wife once and for all. How he gave him HIV and they can now be together forever and take care of each other.
I yell at the top of my lungs for everyone to back the fuck up and leave my friend alone. As we push thru the group of folks I’m still yelling and everyone is looking at me crazy. We push our way into the room and I tell her to lock the door because we got some business to handle. I can see this lil boy standing there in tears with a knife in his hands telling us to all leave. I tell him its just the two of us.
- Then who the hell is she then huh? - Who are you talking about? - Her..!
As I turn around I see Mrs. Jackson standing there with a bible and some holy water in her hand. I tell him not to move and escort Mrs. Jackson from around the curtain and tell her to leave. As I walk back I hear the door shut and I ask him to clam down and talk to us. So he explains who he is and I don’t need an explanation because he was the same lil boy (what is his name again) that I threw out of the bed at Craig and Kara’s home. So we listen to what he has to say and Craig’s sister jumps in to defend lil man. And that’s when I got mad. How could she be doing this, and that’s when I remembered about Charles and so I let them rip into Craig like a kid on Christmas morning. Craig looks over at me for help and I just nod letting him now don’t speak just listen. I sit down and listen to everything they say. But before I can say something I hear the door shut. We all got quiet and I tell them to shut up. I pull the curtain back and no one is there. I open the door and see no one. As I walk back into the room I notice a diamond earning on the floor. As I pick it up I ask Craig sister did she lose her earnings and she says no. Her eyes get big and she says “oh shit, ya’ll we in so much trouble”….
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