He Could Be The One

12

2 days later*

Sydney

Things have been getting back to normal. My bruises are healing but I haven't talked about what happen to me to anyone. I know Keyshawn, Damian and Audrey want to know but I'm not ready to talk yet.

Every time I even think about Jordan, my breathing gets shortened and I feel tears fill my eyes. I try so hard to push him to the back of my mind, but he just pops up again.

Damian wraps his arms around my waist breaking me out my thoughts.

"Baby you ok?" he asked

"I'm fine" I turn around and put my arms around his neck while putting on a smile. A fake smile.

"Mmm sure, can I take you out tonight? "

"Yes" I said. Maybe this date is what I need to take my mind off things.

"Ok be ready by 7" he says kissing my cheek and walking upstairs.

When 7 rolled around, I was dressed and walking down stairs. I looked up and saw Damian standing by the door, looking fine, waiting for me.

"You look beautiful" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you, and you look very handsome"

"Girl, you ain't got to tell me. I know I look fine" he said smirking and dusting off his shoulders.

I glare at him and he stops , putting on a straight face. I couldn't help but laugh. I got him on lock.

We walk out to the car and I get a weird feeling like someone watching me. I shake it off because I know Damian won't let anything happen to me.

We get in the car and as Damian starts pulling out the driveway, I notice a black van across from my house with a crack in the front window. I never liked vans.

All vans look suspicious to me. I stare at it for awhile, and see that once Damian started driving down the road, the van started up and was following us.

Damien kept looking at me and giving me weirds looks as I kept my eyes on the van. Damien made a left, the van made a left. Damien slowed down, the van slowed down. This van is definitely following us.

"Baby give me your gun" I say to Damian without taking my eyes off the van.

"What? Syd, sit back and calm down. You are not getting my gun"

I open the glove compartment and get out his spare gun.

"Pull over and let me drive" Once again, he gives me a weird look but does what I asked.

I get in on the driver side and start driving, still looking at the van.

"Baby make a left" Damian says. I ignore him and make a right, then start speeding. Like I thought, the van started speeding at kept up with me.

"Sydney slow the f**k down. The restaurant don't close till 11 and its 8 baby. We got time. " Damien says.

"Look behind us" I say.

He looks behind us and curses under his breath. As he reaches for his gun, a bullet comes through the back window and hits Damien in his shoulder. I start driving faster while more bullets are being shot at the car.

Damien pulls out his gun and start shooting back at the van while holding his shoulder.

"Damian stop shooting." I yell. The last thing I need is for him to get shot again.

"The f**k you want me to do then Sydney? f**k!" He yells while slamming his gun on the dashboard.

I just ignore him and keep driving. I make a left down an ally, turn the car off and look out for the van. I see it drive past us and thank God. Good thing for a dark colored car.

I take off my seatbelt and lean over to look at Damians arm.

"Baby lemme see" I say moving his hard that was covering his wound.

He moves his hand, and I almost threw up. I have a weak stomach when it comes to a lot of blood.

I look away, and take deep breaths. I start giving myself a pep talk and it wasn't helping.

"Syd, I'm fine. Just take me home so I can clean myself up. Take the long way home too" I start the car up and make my way home, while praying the van doesn't show up again.

I pull up in the driveway, and go help Damian out the car. We walk in, and my house is all types of f****d up.

I tried my hardest to hold back the many tears that wanted to fall. Everything I had in my living room and dining room belonged to my grandma.

She was the most loving women anyone could meet. She was the type of women who saw a homeless person across the street, stop her car in the middle of the road, cross the street and give the homeless person a few dollars.

She was the type of women who would be honest with you no matter how much it hurt. She was the type of women that didn't have any enemies because everyone loved her.

But sadly, she died of cancer 2 years ago. I wanted to put her in a hospital, but she told me that she rather die at home, in her bed, surrounded by all her loved ones smiling then to be in an uncomfortable hospital bed, with all types of machines hooked up to her and her lived ones crying and looking sad.

I understood.

Before she passed, she told me that all her living room and dining room furniture belonged to me.

It was a way for me to remember her, but little did she know I couldn't forget her no matter how hard I tried.

To see everything both her and I cherished so much, destroyed hurt me deep in my heart.

All I could do was let go of Damian and stare. That was the last thing I had to really remind me of her.

After what seemed like hours of me just staring, I heard the front door open.

"I'm sorry baby girl" I heard Keyshawn say softly behind me. I felt his arms wrap around me while a single tear slide down my face but I quickly wiped it. I refuse to cry.

"Sydney" I heard Damian yell from at the top of the stairs.

"Go help your man, and I'll go pack y'all some clothes. You staying with me for a few days"

I nodded then ran upstairs to see what Damian wanted.

I walk into the bathroom and see blood all over my counter and a big ass hole in Damian arm. I walked over to him, and looked at it.

"I need you to get the bullet out for me. Use the tweezers, but clean it with peroxide first. When you get the bullet out, wrap the gauze around the wound tight but not too tight. " he said

I stared at the hole in his arm, and started freaking out.

" I can't do it." I said

" Listen Syd, I DO NOT have time for you to start acting like a b***h. Do what I said and don't make me repeat myself"

I don't understand why he talking to me like this.

" Listen Damian.." I said flashing a fake smile. "I DO NOT know who you think you're talking to like that. But I do know that if you don't lower your voice and talk to me like I'm grown, there will be some serious problems." I took a rag and poured peroxide on it. First I wiped around the wound, then wiped the wound itself.

"s**t Sydney" Damian says biting his bottom lip.

"Shut up" I mumbled.

I spread the wound then pick up the tweezers. Being able to hear the tweezers go through his skin is what made me start shaking.

"Stay still Syd, damn this s**t hurt"

"If you shut the f**k up, I can do this" I say getting annoyed." You told me to do it, and I am."

I go deeper into the wound and feel the bullet, so I begin to pull it out slow.

"Hurry the f**k up Sydney" Damian says. I just ignore him because I'm trying to concentrate. "f**k this, you can leave. I'll do this myself. "

"No I got it. I'm almost done. " I say.

"I didn't ask if you were almost done. I said get the f**k out and lemme do it" he yelled at me.

I didn't have time for him to yell at me, so I left. I went into my room and didn't see Keyshawn so he must be waiting outside. I grab my phone and walk outside to find Keyshawn waiting.

"Where Damian ?" he asked.

"Inside" I said.

"He coming?"

"I don't know and I don't care"

Keyshawn shrugged his shoulders before pulling his seat back and closing his eyes. What seemed like months later, Damian finally decided to bless us with his presence.

Keyshawn sits up, and head towards his house.

"So tell me what happen" Keyshawn said breaking the silence.

"Ok well while Dam-"

"Syd and I were going out and this van started following us. Syd was driving and the van started shooting and..." while Damian was explaining what happen, all I could think was how I wanted to reach behind my seat and ring his neck.

"What color was the van? License plate? Seen anyone inside?" Keyshawn asked.

"Yea the color was bl-" once again, Damian swole neck ass interrupted me.

"It was green. Dark green" he says.

"It was black. " I say correcting Damian.

"No it wasn't. It was green"

I didn't have time to argue about the color of a van, so I put in my headphones and blasted some young pappy and Kodak. They always help me relax.

We pull up to Keyshawn house. I grab my bag from the back and go inside. I head straight to the guest room I usually sleep in.

I go shower and when I walk back into my room, I see Damian laid out on my bed sleep. I didn't want to be in the same room with him. I wasn't mad, just annoyed and frustrated.

I grab my things and go into another guest room. I lay down and stare at the ceiling.

I remember looking at the van and seeing a big ass crack in the window. That seems so familiar but I can't think straight for some reason.

"Black van, cracked front Window. Black van, cracked front Window. Black van, cracked front window" I kept repeating to myself."9021972" I said out loud.