accident that almost took her life? Qia would have never been in that situation if she hadn’t of ran out of the house upset and heartbroken by what she witnessed.
I recall when my mom called to tell me that Qia had woken up. She told me to be standing at the door because she was almost at my house to pick me up. I began shaking on the spot. I turned into a vomiting basket case as soon as I hung up the phone. I was worried that when I walked in her hospital room, she would embarrass me by telling everyone what Jakari and I had done. I was scared that she would call me a hoe, bitch, or whore; all the things that I felt about myself on a daily basis since this incident occurred.
I couldn’t believe it when we arrived at the hospital and Jakari was telling us that she had amnesia. For a brief second, I felt as though I had been given a second chance, but then the realization hit that I was working on borrowed time. She could remember at any minute what happened the day of her accident and honestly, that was more frightening than getting it out in the open right away.
I remember standing in her hospital room feeling just as nervous as a hoe in church. Even though I knew she had amnesia, the guilt of my actions were eating me alive. Then when Qia said that she would remember me soon, I could have fainted. What did she mean by that? Did she really have amnesia? I had to get out of the room so that I could breathe for a minute because I was suffocating. I appreciated Jakari coming out and checking on me. It didn’t surprise me that he was the only one that cared enough to do so because my entire family couldn’t stand me most of the time. I was thankful that he didn’t hate me because he has every right to.
I confided in Jakari that I was a nervous wreck, and that I felt like trash for doing what I did to him and to Qia. I told him that at this point, I think we should come clean and maybe it would work out better for us. He damn near gave birth when I suggested that. He grabbed me by my shoulders and told me to keep my mouth shut. He said that I needed to relax and that even if Qia did remember, it was our word against hers. He suggested that since she suffered a traumatic head injury, we could convince her that she had fabricated the whole thing. I didn’t really think it was the right thing to do but it sure seemed like the easier thing to do.
I figure that if it is a possibility that we may have to convince Qia that her memory is a false one, I need to be someone that she genuinely trusts. I am happy that when I asked her to come over for a girl’s movie night, she agreed without hesitation. Thankfully, she seems like she is open to building a relationship with me.
“Hey girl! I’m so happy you made it,” I say, holding open the screen door for her.
“Hey Qisha! Thank you for inviting me.” She steps in the house and I can see her looking around.
“Now, don’t be judging me. My place is nowhere near as jazzy as what you and Jakari have, but its mine.” I am feeling a little self-conscious now that she is here.
Qia turns around and looks at me like I am crazy. “Girl bye, ain’t nobody judging you!”
“I’m surprised Jay didn’t come in for a second to say hi,” I state, just wanting to imply that he and I were close like that.
“Oh, he is off to the gym for his weekly work out with some family.”
“Oh okay. Well, I fried us some wingettes and some French fries. I also sliced us up some celery and there is some blue cheese dip if you want some.” I inform her while
I recall when my mom called to tell me that Qia had woken up. She told me to be standing at the door because she was almost at my house to pick me up. I began shaking on the spot. I turned into a vomiting basket case as soon as I hung up the phone. I was worried that when I walked in her hospital room, she would embarrass me by telling everyone what Jakari and I had done. I was scared that she would call me a hoe, bitch, or whore; all the things that I felt about myself on a daily basis since this incident occurred.
I couldn’t believe it when we arrived at the hospital and Jakari was telling us that she had amnesia. For a brief second, I felt as though I had been given a second chance, but then the realization hit that I was working on borrowed time. She could remember at any minute what happened the day of her accident and honestly, that was more frightening than getting it out in the open right away.
I remember standing in her hospital room feeling just as nervous as a hoe in church. Even though I knew she had amnesia, the guilt of my actions were eating me alive. Then when Qia said that she would remember me soon, I could have fainted. What did she mean by that? Did she really have amnesia? I had to get out of the room so that I could breathe for a minute because I was suffocating. I appreciated Jakari coming out and checking on me. It didn’t surprise me that he was the only one that cared enough to do so because my entire family couldn’t stand me most of the time. I was thankful that he didn’t hate me because he has every right to.
I confided in Jakari that I was a nervous wreck, and that I felt like trash for doing what I did to him and to Qia. I told him that at this point, I think we should come clean and maybe it would work out better for us. He damn near gave birth when I suggested that. He grabbed me by my shoulders and told me to keep my mouth shut. He said that I needed to relax and that even if Qia did remember, it was our word against hers. He suggested that since she suffered a traumatic head injury, we could convince her that she had fabricated the whole thing. I didn’t really think it was the right thing to do but it sure seemed like the easier thing to do.
I figure that if it is a possibility that we may have to convince Qia that her memory is a false one, I need to be someone that she genuinely trusts. I am happy that when I asked her to come over for a girl’s movie night, she agreed without hesitation. Thankfully, she seems like she is open to building a relationship with me.
“Hey girl! I’m so happy you made it,” I say, holding open the screen door for her.
“Hey Qisha! Thank you for inviting me.” She steps in the house and I can see her looking around.
“Now, don’t be judging me. My place is nowhere near as jazzy as what you and Jakari have, but its mine.” I am feeling a little self-conscious now that she is here.
Qia turns around and looks at me like I am crazy. “Girl bye, ain’t nobody judging you!”
“I’m surprised Jay didn’t come in for a second to say hi,” I state, just wanting to imply that he and I were close like that.
“Oh, he is off to the gym for his weekly work out with some family.”
“Oh okay. Well, I fried us some wingettes and some French fries. I also sliced us up some celery and there is some blue cheese dip if you want some.” I inform her while
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