For The Love Of A Goon 2: A Miami Hood Love Tale Read Free Page B

realized he had fallen asleep in the car.
    “Bae, come in this house and get in the bed.” Moe was standing there in her house coat and slippers.

Three
    C armen sat on the edge of Roshel’s hospital bed braiding her hair into two French braids. “Boo, I’m braiding your hair so it won’t get all matted up and stuff. You know how it be when we sleep on our hair.”
    She talked to Ro as if she was coherent and could understand everything she was saying. She hadn’t been home; she refused to leave Roshel’s room. Every other hour she would call her mother’s house and check up on Kira. Carmen stayed glued to Ro’s side. She was so convinced that Ro was going to open her eyes at any moment, and she wanted to be there when she did.
    Carmen laughed lightly at the old episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air playing on the TV. “Ro, you remember we used to watched this all the time at yo mom’s crib when y’all used to stay in the projects?” She laughed to herself once more. “Yeah, those were the days,” she said as she finished the two French braids in Roshel’s hair. She slowly slid from the bed, stepped back, and admired the work she had done. “Ohhh girl, you cute.”
    Carmen stood there for a moment staring down on Roshel. Her eyes were closed and she had a breathing machine hooked up to her mouth and nose to help her breathe. “Why, Ro? Why?” Carmen asked as she shook her head.
    She knew that Roshel was a little depressed with being confined to her wheelchair and all, but she never expected her to do something like this. She wished she would have known that she was going to try to harm herself, Carmen would’ve never left her alone in her bedroom. She watched as Ro laid there with IVs and tubes everywhere, helping her live. She just didn’t want to believe that this was it for Ro. With Nino’s death, they couldn’t lose her too.
    “Good morning, my loves.” Moenisha floated into the room carrying a brown McDonald’s bag with breakfast for herself and Carmen. “Any changes?” she asked as she placed the bag of food on the small table in the corner of the room. She then turned and hugged Carmen.
    “Nope, no changes yet,” Carmen replied sadly.
    She wanted to break down and cry with all of the pressure she had been under lately, but she was all cried out. Her heart literally hurt with every thought of what she’d had to endure. Carmen wanted nothing more than to be happy and she hadn’t truly been happy about her life in years. “Moe, what if…”
    Moe put her hand up and stopped Carmen from speaking mid-sentence. “Don’t say it, C, I can’t handle no more of that shit,” she said, knowing that Carmen was about to ask what if Roshel passed. She didn’t want to think about one of her best friends passing away. Moe had never even envisioned her life without the two of them around. She had always pictured that the three of them would be friends until they were all old and gray. “She gon’ pull thru.”
    Moe dropped her head and wiped away the one tear that had rolled down the right side of her face. She had been so messed up that crying had seemed to be the only way for her to let it all out. She turned toward the counter and began to separate the food in the bag.
    “Here, you need to put something on your stomach,” she said, passing the food to Carmen. She then pulled a chair close to Ro’s bedside and sat and ate quietly. She watched her friend closely as her eyelids jumped as if she was about to open them.
    Moe prayed to herself that she would, but they never opened. Deep down, Moe felt sorry for Roshel. She had been through so much, and now was laying up in a University of Miami Hospital fighting for her life.
    “How’s Meek holding up?” Carmen asked while hopping up and sitting in the windowsill. She peered out, looking over the city as she stuffed the dry sausage biscuit in her mouth.
    “Girl, I just had to wake his ass up. He left the house in the middle of the night last