Chapter 21- 911

Makiela.

I stormed into the hospital, as soon as I got the call from Bishop that Zayn over dosed I rushed out of the bed and left my parents house, just to drive all the way down here.

I make it to the receptionist desk and I catch my breath.

"I'm here to see Zayn Walton, he was brought here a few hours ago." I state.

"Who are you to him?" She questions.

"His girl friend." I clear my throat.

She squints down at the paper she's looking at, then glances back up at me. "His girl friend is actually already in there with him."

"Well I don't know who that woman is, last time I checked me and him lived together...and had two kids on on the way, can I go see him or not?" I say with sass in my voice.

"I'll take you to his room."

After five minutes we arrive to the room, I thank her and I open the door and enter to see a brown skinned woman, who looked my age sitting beside him. I was appalled to see another woman here, but I stayed calm because I'm here to see if the father of my children is well and alive.

"Who are you?" She stands up and eyeballs me up and down.

"Pardon me."I slightly nudge her out of my way and sit beside his bed and hold his hand tight, he looks so ill, all type of tubes are hooked up to him.

He moves his hand, and open his eyes. "Kiela?" He mumbles.

"Zayn....what did you do to your self?"

"I'm sorry." He says.

"It's okay, were gonna get you back together." I tell him. "I don't understand why your messing with it anyway."

I lean over to the table next to his bed, and grab a napkin to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.

"What did the doctors say."

"Zayn is depressed...so he takes drugs to to cope with his pain, he didn't over doze, what happen was is he basically went unconscious in his sleep." The girl tells me, I tried my best to comprehend that.

I lean over and kiss his cheek, and I rub his forehead, I hated seeing him like this, now I knew that he needed me more than ever.

"Are you going to let me help you Zayn? Do you know if his happen again you can actually die and be away from your kids?"

"Yeah baby, im ready for your help."

"You never told me who you were?" I turn to the girl, who gave me a mean mug, I just wanted to beat her ass right then and there for her attitude but I stayed calm.

"I'm Makiela." I stated.

"Your his girl?"

"Yeah....well up until last night when I found out he cheated. Are you the girl he had sex with yesterday night?"

"Zayn?" She calls out, with her hand on her hip.

"What?" He answers her in a scratchy tone.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a girl?"

He didn't give her a response, so I turned to her. "You didn't know he had a girl...and kids on the way?"

"No he didn't tell me that." She says. I couldn't even be mad at her for being here with him or anything.

"How long have you two been talking?" I questioned.

She folds her arms and furrow her eyes. "A day or so....I auditioned for him at his club and he would not let me leave his office, he told me to dance for him and we smoked together and drunk some beer, he got me really high and we ended up having sex."

I was in total shock, he auditioned plenty of girls and never even had sex with them, what made him just go on and cheat on me. Now that I know he is alive and well, I can leave. "What's your name?" I ask.

"Chanelle." She responds.

"Well Zayn....Chanelle is going to stay here with you. Call me when they release you and we'll start on your rehab."

"Kielaaa." He whines.

"Call me when you get out and I'll help you." I stand in front of Chanelle. "Its was cool meeting you."

"You too." She slightly smiles.

"Makiela?" Zayn calls out for me, I exit his room and after a few minutes I make it back to Tysis car, I jump inside and stare down at the ground, my heart begin beating fast and the tears starts to fall with out any holding back.

"What's wrong Kiela? Is he okay?" She ask.

I nod my head yes and rock back and forth. "He's gonna be fine.... Ty--why is this happening?

"What happen Kiela?"

"I just hate feeling this way. I don't think he loves me. But then again I know his mind is an sick mindset....and I'm torn because I want to be with him and help him through the storm but I don't wanna be hurt while doing it." I begin to sob.

"Look at me." She pulls up my chin and give me a stern facial expression. "Sometimes you gotta say fuck love and move on with your life....don't cry over that nigga. He cheated on you that's his loss, just know that you gave him your all and you were on top of your game. Now it's time for you to worry about you and your babies, everything is going to fall into place when the time is right best friend." She wipes my tears away.

"Alright."

1 Month Later

"You and the babies are 100% healthy." The doctor smiles.

"Yay!" Tysis says as she rubs my swollen belly.

"You are a close to being 130 pounds, you are a 126, I'm not too sure how you gained 16 pounds so fast, but I like it. We weren't expecting you to get to our goal so fast. Just keep on eating regularly and taking all of your supplements and your gonna be just fine. Next month you get to see thier gender."

"And I am excited about that." I smile.

"I'll be back with your check out papers." She grins and exits the room.

"So...you think Z gon come with you to your next appointment?" Tysis ask.

"Yeah...I know you tired of being my baby mama." I joke and put my curly hair up into a ponytail.

"Have yall talked."

"Not really, he calls and talks Bri sometimes...its hard trying to tell her that's not her dad. But he treats her the same...he calls frequently to say goodnight and stuff, and he said he's in rehab getting his self together....he goes to group and they test him make sure there is nothing in his system and he talks about his depression, I sometimes call up there and ask the people how he handles everything."

"You love you some Zayn, not a lot of women still stay in a man's corner like that."

"I just want what's best for our children. They deserve to have a father and I want what's best for him too."

Chanelle.

"Here baby." I roll Zayn up a blunt the way he like its and he takes it out of my hands and lights it, he then looks back at his phone and laugh at a video of him and his step daughter they were skating together at the park, I roll my eyes.

I wrap my arms around his neck and slowly plant kisses upon his skin.

"Get off of me man." He shoos me away as he puffs on his blunt. "Damn...always hovering over me, can I breathe?"

"Sorry, I'm just trying to be nice. You're
not going to group today right?" I asked in a concerned tone because the program usually have random drug test.

"Nah...why would I go?"

"Good." I kiss his cheek.

"Do you need someone to talk to baby?"

"Nah im fine Shy, I just need some time alone, you don't mind going home do you? I just need some time to think." He ask nicely.

"I actually do mind going home....always tryna push somebody away and shit." I mumble that last statement under my breath and start cleaning up.

"Watch your mouth." He warns.

"No." I say with an attitude.

"Take your ass home man, when I try to be nice , you start that petty shit." He says annoyed, as he rub his eye. He then pay attention to his phone and begin watching a video of him and Makiela, I get jealous. He is obsessing over her and that little girl 24/7, he doesn't even show me any attention.

"Zayn.....are we in a relationship?"

"Why you asking me this?" He turns back and look at me.

"Because I'm always at your place or your always at mine, we had sex over ten times and were together all the time, so are you mine or what?" I ask.

"You want me to be honest?"

"Will I don't want you to lie to me." I fold my arms and stand in front of him.

"No...your not my girl and I'm not your man....im just spending most of time with you because I like your company and the sex is good as fuck, to be real I'm trying to better my self for my unborn kids and Makiela, that's why I'm always pushing you away, I don't wanna be with you nor do I see future between us ." Hearing those words completely broke my heart, I was catching feelings for Zayn, I had a little crush on him from the first time I saw him, and that literally made me angry.

"I doubt she'll ever want your ass back, but whatever. You might as well be with me, I'm the only one taking care of your ass ." I say as I'm clearing off his table.

"But I didn't ask you to....your the one always clinging to me and shit."

"I saved your life! If I didn't find you in that office your bitch ass would've been dead." I push him by his head. "So you need to be thanking with me."

He removes the blunt from his mouth and give me a stern look. "Don't hit me, because I would hit yo' ass back, so don't play with me Chanelle."

I shake my head and snicker, "You ain't gonna do shit to me, so just be quiet."

"Bitch get out my house because I'm tired of always talking to your ass...get out I don't need you to babysit me hoe."

I run up to him and hit him once again. "Yes the fuck you do! Because you do stupid shit when your by your self." I push him by his head once more. "And who you callin a hoe? the only nigga I fuck with is you.... dumb ass."

He surprisingly grab my wrist and grip on to it tight. "Listen, don't fucking put your hands on me, cause I would beat yo' ass okay? Stop fucking wit me and go home."

I jab him in the side of face."I hit you now what? I d--" Before I can finish my sentence he rises up and back hands me and he hit me directly in my and face few times.

"If you can't fight me, then don't put your hands on me! Cause that's what your gonna get, now get your shit and get out!" He screams from the top of his lungs.

"I hate you!" I stand up and go upstairs to his room to grab my stuff

After a few minutes, I hear his foot steps press againts the staircase. He comes into the room and stare me down,

"I don't feel bad for you, you shouldn't be acting like a crazy bitch."

Zayn.

I walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the sink so I can cool my self down an hour ago I had to bust Shyness in her face because she was tripping. I turn on both of the water knobs and splash water onto my face then grab a towel from its holder and dry off.

I hated my self for getting so low in life and allowing myself to follow into my parents foot steps when it came to the drugs and I also hated that I cheated on my woman.

The main thing on my mind, is getting things back to the way they were. I know I can't allow this shit to ruin me, I need Kiela back.

"Zay! Where you at coz?"I hear Bishop's voice echoing through out my house, I exit the bathroom and go downstairs, to see him standing in my living room.

"Wassup?"

"You need to pack up your shit...cause you goin to rehab in the morning."

"Nah im already an out patient ." I tell him.

"Nope you got kids coming in a few months, so we need to get this shit fully out of your system."

"Man....I don't wanna sit up in there. Keila put me in outpatient rehab...im cool with that. I go to my lil anger management on Wenesdays and Fridays so I'm coo."

"Nah yo' ass need to be in there and supervised. So I got you all set up, you gon stay at Promises. It real cool, it's near the the beach, it's real soothing.....they got therapist there. They treat you to dinner every night, they even drive you around....you gon be good. You staying in there for 98 days..they gon get you together."

"98 days...who gon take over the club for 98 days, who gon supervise the trap for 98 days, who gon take care of my house for 98 days huh?"

"I got everything's covered for you, I actually talked to Kiela about all of this, and she recommended Promises Rehabilitation, cause she already know that that out patient shit aint gon work for you, cause you'll still have access to what you want. She really wants you to get better dog, and I want you to get better too. You can't hold on to this shit, you gotta let go and improve."

"Kiela set this all up?" My mood lightens.

"Yeah she called yesterday and told me her plan."

"She could've called me,"

"How she suppose to hold a conversation with you if you always high off the dust coz?" He asked.

I sit down on the couch and reach over to the ashtray that's on the coffee table and grab a fresh rolled blunt. "Alright ima go to rehab, but I need to fuck with this one last time."

I light the blunt and toss the lighter back on the table, and I reach down in my pocket and pull out a small zip lock bag of coke.

I inhale the smoke and it soothes my soul. Something about it always helped my pain go away. I then turn to my right to see Bishop sitting beside me, staring at me. I didn't even see him sit down.

"Wassup?" I ask. "Why you just staring."

"You really wanna be like ya moms and go out like ya pop did Z?"

"What you talking about?" I ask confuse.

"Bro....you use to hate when yo' mama locked her self in the room and did this shit, and ya pop put coke before you, you gonna go down the same route and allow your kids to go through the same feeling?".

"I said ima go to rehab B, damn why you trippin'?" I lift up my shoulders and knit my eyebrows together.

"If you was really serious, you wouldve said 'fuck this, ima throw the coke and shit away and get ready for a new start.' But what you doing now tells me that you ain't ready to stop."

"Why do you do this shit?" He ask.

"It helps me forget and help calm my nerves at times." I respond.

He sits back and give me his undivided attention. "What does it help you forget Z?"

I stay still and tight-lipped, I wasn't ready to open up about the strain that has been held againts me.

"Tell me man." He rushes.

"It helps me forget most of childhood, you know I got an obsession with the past, like every day I think about the same events....every day I go back to when Shane use to touch me and it makes me sick to my stomach." I close my eyes and say it with passion.

"And then I see myself killing my baby sister every single day, every time I see Bri I see my sister so...I'll just think back on what I did and everyday a piece of my soul just leave my body because of that, I do this shit because it takes away the heart ache and pain bruh." I explain to him, hoping that he could fully understand.

"I use to think that same shit too...but then Jaymee had my baby girl, and when I looked into her eyes all the shit I was feeling went away.....you bouta have you first borns man....I swear when they get laid in your arms your gonna think differently about the things and have a brand new perspective, Zayn man.....you can't hold on to the past, I know it can't be changed or forgotten...." He says.

"But it could be accepted. Accept the fact that you was molested and remember that you got through it....and it made you stronger...you know you the only nigga I know that got molested but didn't let the shit turn you out. You be fucking all the bitches...." He chuckles as he playfully slaps me upside my head and I share the laugh with him.

"Accept the fact that your moms...basically neglected you your whole life and realize that you did a better job by raising your self anyway....you taught your self a lot of things man...and last but not least accept the fact that mistakes happen nigga.....Leyana knows it wasn't intentional, I know it wasn't intentional. Stop letting this shit break you, let go of the past and pick up your future....give your girl some space....let her breathe but when them kids come, start over with her and cherish her, cause lil shawty gon be down for you, she loves you man. And you know I always got you."

I nod my head. "Thanks bruh.....im done with this shit, I'm serious....its time for me to get my shit together and man up ,I'm ready."

"You ready?" He grins in a good manner.

"I'm ready." I put out the blunt and toss the bag of coke to him.

3 Weeks Later.

"Chanelle quit callin me a'ight?" I say through the phone as I sit in my new room.

"No where the fuck is you at nigga, we have to talk....and do you know that you broke my fucking nose."

"Nooo....I didn't. Quit lyin."

I hear her noisey background and that just make me more annoyed. "You need to come to my crib, we need to talk some shit out."

"We ain't got nothin to talk about ma, look ima block your number cause you being petty so peace." I hang up and immediately put her contact on block.

"Your girl bro?" My roomate Luke ask as he comes from out of the bathroom, he's a cool lil white dude. I've been in rehab for three weeks, it's kind of hard not being able to do what I want to do and have curfew, but for the most part im enjoying it.

"Nah man just a lil chick I use to mess with, how was your day with your dad bro? Y'all went to go see the Giants?" I asked referring to the baseball game he went to go see today.

"Yeah bro...the game was pretty good, Giants won like usual."

I nod my head as I pick a piece of lint from off my shirt. "That's Wassup."

Ms.Lisa, one of the psychiatrist here; stands in the door way. "Hey guys."

"Hey." We greet her unison.

"Zayn you have some visitors my love."

"Oh word?" I ask in a gleeful tone, I then stand up and follow her out the door, we make it to the lobby and I see Makiela and Aabria standing near the door, joy settled inside of my soul when I saw them.

"Daddy!" Aabria runs up to me and jump into my arms.

"Hey baby girl." I hold her tight as she holds on to my neck.

"I missed you sooo much! I haven't seen you in a long time." She says.

"I know I missed you too." I say as I side hug Makiela and she slightly smiles at me.

"I want us to live in our house together and be a family again...I don't like it at grandma's." She says, hearing that put a hole into my heart.

"I know little one." I rub her back.

Aabria gets down and walks back over to Makiela. "Look what we got you." She grabs the footlocker bag sitting on the couch and hands it to me.

"Aww....what is this girls?" I lighten my voice, causing them to laugh a little. I pull the Jordans box out of the bag and open it, revealed to me was the new Retro 7's.

The shoes were colored white along with metallic gold and a splash of red and blue.

"Mommy bought them but I picked them out."

"Yall are so nice...how y'all know I wanted these. Thankyou." I kiss Aabria on her forehead and force Makiela into a hug even though she didn't want one.

"Congratulations on reaching step three, I'm proud of you." Makiela says referring to the 12 step system.

"Thank you, I'm trying to get myself together. I feel much better."

"Have you been talking to the therapist here?" She ask in a concern tone.

"Yeah...um a pastor comes amd talk to me every Sunday as well and B comes and check up on me."

"What about your mom? Has she came, I called her and notified her about your situation. " She says, I called my mom and ask her to come visit me, but she makes too excuses.

"Nah she hasn't...."

"Well we just came to drop by and show