《EastCoast Løvë》S e t U p 🍃 P r t. 2
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Jay'Shawn Lawson, NJ📍
"Ashanti, Ashanti wake up ma!" I said shaking her. She collapsed on the floor out of no where. I ran to the top of the stairs and yelled for Jo'nae.
"Damn it Jay what did you do to her?" Jo'Nae said running in the room.
"I ain't do shit she the one that fell!"
Jo'nae grabbed her feet and I grabbed her under her arms. We walked her down the stairs which was kind of hard not gon lie. I'm pretty sure I fucked her head up a couple times but aye she be aight.
"Get in the back with her." I told Jo'Nae while I hopped in the front seat.
"Jay, Hurry up she's seizing." Jo'nae yelled. I looked into the mirror at Ashantis body shaking while Jo'nae cried trying to calm her down.
I sped off to the hospital and once we got there I ran in asking for nurses. They came out with a gurney and put Ashanti on it she was still shaking but not as violently as she was before. Seeing her on that gurney made me mad. They pushed her into the hospital and down the long ass hallway into a room. Jo'Nae and I watched through a small window as they started running tests on her.
"What the fuck happened?" She asked looking up at me with fire in her eyes.
"Aye chill on me, I don't know what happened. It was sudden asl. One minute we was laughing and joking and the next minute she passes out."
"Did she take anything? Eat anything? Drink anything?" Jo'nae asked me. I shook my head.
"All she did was smoke." Jo'Nae and I stood there in silence as we watched them take tests on her.
We've now been here for 2 hours waiting for anything on Ashanti.
"Family for Ashanti Renèe Robinson?" A doctor said coming into the waiting room. Jo'Nae and I hopped up walking toward him.
"We have good news and we have bad news." He told us. We looked at eachother and back at him. "Good news her vitals are stable. Bad news is she inhaled to much chemicals for her body to take in."
I gave the doctor a "what the fuck" kind of look and so did Jo'nae.
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"Chemicals??" We both said in sync.
"Yes. We ran multiple tests and found high levels of chlorine in her system. We also ran a drug test on her and she had marijuana in her system. The chlorine and the marijuana had been in very close contact as if they were mixed together causing her to react the way she did."
"Give us a minute" I told the doctor pulling Jo'Nae aside. "
"Bleach in her weed?" She asked me. I looked at her.
"Her weed was laced. Purposely."
"Who would lace her we-" We both looked at eachother quickly.
"Rachel" We both said at the same time.
We walked back over to the doctor.
"May we see her?" Jo'nae asked him. He lead us to her hospital bed where she laid connected to machines.
"Is she dead?" I asked him. Jo'nae punched my arm. Ol strong ass.
"No, She's just asleep. She'll be waking up once the anesthesia wares off." The doctor said standing at the door.
"How long will that take?" I asked looking back at him. He looked up like he was estimating the time.
"Maybe about an hour or so from now. Alright I'll leave you two here." He said before walking out closing the door behind him.
I looked over at Jo'nae and she was heated. Her foot was tapping and she was staring at Ashanti.
"Nae. Chill out she gon be okay you heard what the doc said." I told her.
"I'm not worried about her anymore I'm waiting for her to wake up so I know she good and I'm going the fuck back in that house and I'm beatin Rachel ass. That bitch really don't take a fuckin him and she don't know when to stop." I can feel the anger coming off of her body. I've never seen Jo'nae this mad before. She's always happy and laughing. It was then when I realized how much she cared about Ashanti.
We sat around for what felt like hours before we noticed Ashanti moving around in her bed. Jo'nae and I shot up to check on her.
"Ma." I said gently touching her head. She moved her head more to my hand.
"Hum." She said in a weak voice. I smiled and Jo'nae did too.
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"You're awake now. How you feeling?" She slowly opened her eyes looking at me and smiling softly. But it wiped away when she looked around the room.
"Where am I?" "Why I got these shits connected to me?" "NaeNae? Why am I here?" The smile wiped off Jo'nae's face.
"Jay will fill you in I have business to take care of now that I know you're okay." She kissed Ashanti's head and gave her a gentle hug before leaving the room.
"Why am I here ?" Ashanti asked me.
"You passed out in my room. The weed you smoked earlier was laced with bleach. The chemicals were to much for your body to handle and now you're in a damn hospital bed." She looked at me with anger.
"Who laced my wee-" I cut her off.
"Relax ma. We already know who did it and it's being handled right now. Just relax you hungry? Thirsty?" She shook her head then held it in pain.
"Why does my head hurt so bad?"
I tried to cover my laugh with clearing my throat. "Uh- It was a pretty hard fall." I said kissing her forehead.
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Jo'Nae Mariè Andrews, NJ 📍
I got in my car and sped my ass to the house. When I got there I saw Rachel's car in the driveway and she was in it. I quickly parked my car and threw my hair in a low ponytail. I tied up my shoes real quick and hopped out my car leaving everything inside. I approached Rachel who was sitting in her car one foot in and one foot out. She looked like she was on Instagram Live.
"You must love gettin ya ass beat in front of people." I said walking up.
"What the fuck you mean?" She said looking up at me.
"You laced Ashanti's weed."
"No. I didn't." She said holding her phone.
"Yes tf you did i'm not finna go back and forth with you. Get out the car." I said to her backing up.
"Girl what the fuck are you talking about?" She said sitting there.
"Fuck talking get out the car."
"Not you bout to fight me for some dumb bitch and some weed."
I punched her in her mouth making her drop her phone. I held on to her hair and continued fucking up her face. She kept kicking me to get me off her but that shit wasn't helping. I dragged her out her car and sat on her chest still holding her hair and fucking up her face.
"Bitch! You laced my bestfriends weed and thought that shit was cool." I said still punching her.
"Bitch I'll fucking do it again." She muffled. I got up and held her by her hair and kicked her in her face like 2 or 3 times. Just to knock some sense into her. I let go of her hair causing her to fall on her face.
I walked into the house and into her room and grabbed as much shii and put it in a big ass box and threw it outside. I continued going back in grabbing drawers and throwing them bitches, boxes throwing them bitches, her clothes in the closet and threw them bitches. Everything in that room was outside in the driveway.
"Now pick all this shit up and get the fuck off my driveway!" I said throwing the last of it down. Just then Demarcus pulled up in his car.
"What the fuck is going on?" He said getting out approaching us. This nigga was snacking on some skittles!
"This bitch laced Ashantis weed so I beat her ass and kicked her out." I said turning to go back to my car.
"Ashanti? Where she at?"
"The hospital with Jay" I said getting in starting the car.
"Well shit. Let's go." He said hopping in the passenger seat.
"Skittles?" He said leaning the bag towards me. I shook my head and sped off to the hospital.
All I know is that bitch and all her shit better be off my fuckin driveway by the time I get back. Fuck you and yo deadass father. You done crossed the line now bitch.
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Well shitttttt.... I think this chapter was a lil to short but I don't want to overwhelm with long ones...
Should I do long or short chapters??
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