The Worst Thots Ever Vol. 2(9)

By: Jessica Wren



Suddenly I stopped crying and panic came over me. Call it a mother’s intuition but in my soul something was wrong with my baby. I jumped off the floor forgetting about my own pain and ran into the living room to where Zylan was. My knees almost buckle when I saw my son passed out on the floor struggling to breathe.

“Zylan!” I cried cradling my son.

I reached for the cordless phone lying on the coffee table and dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A woman sang into the phone.

“Please helllllllppppp me. Something is wrong with my sooooonnnn,” I sobbed into the phone.

“Okay ma’am, I need you to remain calm. What’s your address? Help is on the way.”

Remain calm, was this bitch serious. Fuck that! I hung up the phone, threw on my Jordan’s and gently grabbed my son. We were on our way to the closet hospital, which was Seton. Ain’t no way I was going to sit and wait for the ambulance to get here. Hell, Zylan could have died waiting on their slow ass.

During the drive to the hospital, I kept looking back at Zylan. My son was slipping away from me by the minute. The heavy gasps for air he was doing previously became mute. He was still and very quiet.

“Oh God, please don’t take my son. Zylannnnn!” I began sobbing making it harder to see.

I swerved all over the road, switching lanes and driving dangerously at a fast speed. I press the Bluetooth phone symbol on my car a total of four times, trying to reach Donte. Here we were his wife and son who needed him and he blew us off.

Pulling into the circular Seton Emergency entry, I jumped out of my car leaving it running and the driver’s door open. Running through the double glass doors, I began screaming at the top of my lungs for help.

“Please, my son! He-he’s not breathing and I neeeed helllpp,” my voice cracked.

“We have a Code Blue out front, I repeat Code Blue out front in the triage area,” the front desk clerk alerted throughout the hospital.

Moments later, I’m guided to the side as four nurses, a doctor and two workers rush through the double wooden doors from the other side of the emergency area. Two were pushing a gurney and another one had medication and an IV bag. I cried the entire time as I watched through the glass doors.

“Clear!” A blonde headed nurse yelled, before a shock was delivered.

I see Zylan’s body jump and I thought my heart was going to stop. I couldn’t watch it anymore. I take a seat in one of the emergency waiting area chairs. I didn’t know what I was going to do without my son if he didn’t pull through this.

I couldn’t go through this by myself and I needed someone here with me. I started to call my mom and sister Kamia; but I didn’t want to be judged, listen to them preach or worse, go in on the whereabouts of Donte. So I shoot Asia a text message letting her know what happened and where Zylan and I were. I knew she would come. That’s just the kind of friend Asia was.

After rocking back and forth, I did something I hadn’t done in a long time and that was pray. I placed my hands together and prayed from my heart. Tears flooded my face as I came to an end with my prayer. I almost closed my prayer out with Amen, when anger burned my insides. I was on fire!

“Donte baby, go on home. Tyler will be okay,” Cheryl stated.

“I know mama! It’s just I love Tyler so much and that bitch Ceanna really fucked her up. The doctors are saying she is going to have to stay in here for a couple of days. I just can’t leave her like that. I pray she doesn’t lose my seeds she is carrying,” Donte expressed sadly.

“Y’all, we just have to pray that everything turns out for the better. Mia Symone and Tyler are fighters,” Mama Gina stated, while laying her head on Jaceyon’s chest.

The foursome; Mama Gina, Cheryl, Donte, and Jaceyon’s bitch ass, were coming through the wooden double doors into the emergency waiting area. Ain’t this a bitch! How the fuck we all end up here? I silently think to myself. They were so engrossed in conversation about those nonfactor bitches Tyler and Mia Symone that neither of them saw me sitting in the waiting room. I lost it!

“Really motherfuckas!” I yelled picking up a chair and throwing it towards Donte with all my might. When the chair missed, I picked up the waiting area phone and threw it at his chest.

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