Wrong Number 02: Why

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Songs for the chapter:

["Let It Go" By James Bay]

["Have You Ever" by Brandy]

["Wrong Side of a Love Song" By Melanie Fiona]

["The One I Gave My Heart To" by Aaliyah]

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["Let It Go" By James Bay]

Sighing as the smoke blew from his nostrils, Denzel bit his bottom lip to keep it from quivering. Light orange and yellow waves drifted onto the dashboard; gentle colors decorating the sky with a serene view as the clouds shifted away. Watching the sunrise wasn't as peaceful as he thought it would be from his position,

A faint buzz, accompanied by the tinge in his pocket signaled that his phone was going off. Smothering the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray, Denzel sighed as he pulled out his phone.

Checking to see who it was; he rolled his eyes at the name before denying the call, tossing the device onto the passenger seat.

"Hell no, asshole" he sneered, getting a bad taste in his mouth.

There was no way in hell he would tell him where she was. Not after what he did to her. Andre may have been the messenger, but he played a big part in the mess he helped create. Denzel knew he did.

Memories of the previous day repeated in his head like a bad song. The scariest part was that he couldn't do anything to help her. Feeling his deep breath quicken, his vision grew to a haze. Denzel slammed his hand onto the steering wheel as he felt the warm tears cascade down his face.

"Why God….why her?" he begged for an answer,

Huffing through his mouth, his hands trembled as they held onto the wheel for dear life. Unable to hold in his feelings of distress, Denzel could feel more tears escape from his dark brown eyes as his forehead laid in between his hands on the wheel.

"Just….be yourself Denny. Don't' try to please everyone; you'll go crazy if you do. Just be you" she said smiling as she removed the snapback hat from his head. His outfit that day was something he had gotten from his brother's closet, since the clothes he loved and owned were gone when he came home the day before.

Nodding as he smiled back, Denzel leaned onto Regina's shoulder. "You're right honeycomb." He sighed, "And if they don't like it, they can kiss my ass" he laughed, having the feeling of acceptance when he heard his friend laugh with him.

Later Denzel found out that his father knew about his lifestyle and demanded that he become normal or he would disown him. That night as it rain, his tears fell with it. But she was there; holding his hand as he let every emotion out. His honeycomb was there.

Exhaling a shaking breath, the mulatto swallowed a heavy lump in his throat; the day Regina accepted him flashing through his mind. Denzel slowly rose his head, glancing at the building 20 feet from him.

Previous memories flashed into his mind as he closed his eyelids….his honeycomb fainting…..her cries for the man who hurt her….Denzel only prayed he could take her pain away, just as she did for him. To take away the memories of her lying there, thrashing on the floor. Her hazel eyes ghosted over, still violently shaking as if she was being attacked by an invisible presence. Holding her down was all he could do before the ambulance arrived.

"Please God, ….let her be alright….let her be alright" He cried out.

The thought of death passed briefly through his mind.

A deep wail rang out in the vehicle as he softly sobbed. The low moan suddenly became a shouting cry. Screaming as he held the wheel tightly, wishing it was that bastard's neck.

Denzel damned the day she ever met him.

["Have You Ever" by Brandy]

Checking the time on her phone, Tamera paced back and forth in front of the vending machine. Still adorned in her bridesmaid's gown, the patter of her bare feet on the cold tile floor didn't comfort her; nor did the sound of silence in the hallways.

Glancing at the phone in her hands again, the noirette sighed when there was no reply to the message she sent out. She knew he had to be taking this the hardest, but weren't they all suffering? Briefly shutting her dry eyes; ignoring the momentary burn in them, Tamera's hands clenched into a fist at the memory of her best friend on a gurney. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine this happening to the sweetest person alive.

"Here"

Looking up from the paperwork scattered on the table, Tamara saw Regina holding out a thick envelope to her. Sighing as she examined the sealed parcel, Tamera shrugged at her friend "What is it?"

Chuckling, Regina sat next to Tamera; "Open it" she said as she grabbed one of Tamera's homemade cupcakes off the plate, centered on the table.

Rolling her eyes, Tamera tore open the envelope; pausing at the contents inside. Tamera's mouth gaped open at the sight of what seemed to be more than a thousand dollars in her hands. "What's this?" she nervously asked, turning to a frosted lipped Regina.

"It's for your shop." She bluntly said, finishing off the cupcake; wiping away the frosting from her lips. "Stop being so prideful, we've been friends for years."

"Gina, this is some serious money" Tamera exclaimed, putting the money back into the envelope.

"And we have a serious friendship. This is your dream Tam, you're one of my best friends and I'll be damned if you don't seal the deal and call the realtor tonight." Regina insisted, pressing the envelope to her friend's chest. "The loss of a dream is more severe than the loss of money. Take the deal." She warmly smiled,

Sighing as she felt tears engulf her eyes, Tamera pulled Regina into a tight hug. Exhaling a breath of comfort and content, Tamera let the tears fall. "Thank you Gigi"

Drifting her fingertips over her damp cheek, Tamera wiped away her falling tears. She couldn't thank Regina enough for putting up the money for her bakery; even helping her clean and refurnish it. Now, she would do anything to help Regina; money was no matter. She was her best friend, her sister.

Staring at the white sheets on the bed, Chloe desperately tried to tune out the heart monitor that made her nerves stand on end. She hated hospitals, for the simple reason that there was no good news in them. Setting her negativity aside, she quickly took the charge of watching her cousin.

Anxiously, her foot tapping on the tile floor echoed off the beige walls of the room. Slowly drowning out the never ending sound of the heart monitor; the beeping reminded her of that day.

Her tears dampened the pillow, her makeup ruined but she could care less about her appearance. They couldn't find a heartbeat….a damned heartbeat was all she prayed for. Coughing roughly, she felt her throat burn at the salty tears flooding over her nostrils.

Flinching at the soft touch of a hand running through her hair, Chloe glanced over her shoulder. Standing with an unknown box, Regina looked back into her cousin's sorrowful eyes with compassion and regret. Understanding the look, Chloe hastily wrapped her arms around her cousin's waist as she continued to cry. Slowly she felt Regina gently pet her head, never saying a word. Placing a soft kiss to her cousin's forehead, Chloe sniffled away her tears; feeling herself grown tired of crying so much.

Chloe felt a small smile as she remembered Regina stayed with her the whole week she was in the hospital; even sleeping in the same bed. She was in a bad place then, her boyfriend abusing her; more so when he found out she was pregnant. That day, she would always remember; but the week Gina spent with her flourished more, blocking out her hatred for men and the world for taking her baby. She would always be in debt to her cousin for taking her in, even going so far as pressing charges on her abusive boyfriend. She was so strong, just like when they were kids; Chloe looked up to Regina, hoping she could be just like her amazing cousin.

Gazing at Gina's restful face, Chloe felt a lump harbor in her throat at the sight.

Sleeping soundly, Regina made no movement since they brought her in. The only conformation of her being alive was her chest slowly rising and falling, the heart monitor beeping still. Inching her hand towards her cousin's, Chloe held it tightly; praying that she would wake up soon. But until then, she would stay with her…for as long as it took.

"Where is she? Where's my baby?"

Lifting her head up from her phone, Tamara stepped out of the refreshments area to see Regina's mother, Ms. Emma rushing down the halls toward her with Denzel at her heels.

Tamara paused, noticing a nurse come up to the two. Seeing the furious look on Ms. Emma's face, Tamara quickly walked over before another person would be admitted into hospital.

"Ms. Emma," she spoke in, interrupting the small startled nurse. "She's over here, we were just waiting on the doctor with the test results" Tamara gestured to the nearest door.

"Thank you Tamara," Emma huffed, slowly composing herself. Knowing she would tear the whole place down if someone didn't tell her anything about her daughter. "Shouldn't you be getting back to work" she harshly hinted to the nervous nurse, standing still as a statue.

Nodding her head, she quickly raced off to her station; hoping to hide behind a stack of papers from the fearful mama.

"Now, take me to see my baby" Emma demanded, clenching the strap of her purse tightly.

Regina

["Wrong Side of a Love Song" By Melanie Fiona]

So this is my life now, reduced to this helpless person from the strong young woman I used to be. After waking up to my friends and mother sitting near me; I could barely keep focus on what was happening.

The last thing I remembered was reading a letter from Quentin and then…

Gina, I'm sorry ….

Just the thought of it made my head hurt. Rubbing my dry eyes with the heel of my hands, I let out a deep sigh. From what I was told, I had a panic attack so intense that it became a seizure; non-epileptic or something of other. Which was probably the reason why I was in a hospital bed; my wedding dress replaced with a hospital cotton gown.

Whatever the doctor said to me went in one ear and out the other. But what struck out to me was as plain as the sun's setting rays through my window.

Depression

Such a simple word; meant so much.

When the doctor finished saying what he had to say, he left. I could hardly care at that point of what he had to say about things, test and medication; the person I used to be or what I wanted couldn't be found inside of a pill bottle. I heard my friends comfort me with words of love while my mother whispered that she would see about fixing this. But how could you fix something that wasn't yours to mend?

As my fingers clenched into a fist, I could feel the pressure of the I.V needle tighten on my skin. The singular pain made me hiss, but it give me feeling. It made me know that I was alive,

Momentarily forgetting about the pain on my hand, I thought on the pain my heart harbored.

How could he do this to me?

Feeling a single tear fall down my cheek, I briefly shut my eyes; wanting to block out the reality of where I was and what happened. Holding tightly to the blanket over my legs, my teeth bit into my trembling lip as more tears involuntarily fell from my closed eyes.

I was truly trying to be strong, but…..I would be lying to myself if I said I was fine. Releasing my lip broke a shaking breath that settled in my throat. Why couldn't all this have just been a nightmare, it would've been mercy on my heart instead of the reality playing before me.

Just three words….three simple words could do so much. They could let someone know how you felt; they could bring people together or pull them apart. But those three words nearly killed me.

As I remembered the moment I felt my heart break, it brought more painful tears to my eyes. Like a cracked and broken dam, my tears flooded through. I never felt so many emotions pass through me all at once; yesterday I was on cloud 9, now I felt like I was painfully dying from the inside out.

Leaning back onto the pillow behind me, the chilling feeling eased my heated skin. Hoping to stop the throbbing pain in my chest, the sight of the white tile ceiling didn't assist it. Covering my eyes with my hands, my chest trembled as I tried to keep myself from letting everything out. But the pain still flourished, like a starless night slowly drifting onto the ending day.

"Why did he do this?" I whimpered, feeling more tears fall through my hands still covering my eyes

"How could he do this?!" I screeched, hoping heaven would hear me and give me answer! I truly needed a reason why my fiancé would do something like this.

Flinching at the sudden touch on my shoulder, I hesitantly opened my bloodshot eyes to look through my fingers. Praying that it was him to give me an answer, I saw Denzel instead. The comforting hug I found myself in didn't help me much, but I knew it did him; the look in his eyes said it all.

"It's gonna be alright honeycomb." He whispered, lightly kissing my forehead as he rocked back and forth. "Let it out honeycomb….. Just let it out"

Shifting until my face was onto his chest, my sniffling to hold back my tears paused.

'Just let it go' I thought,

My body took the permission before my mind could catch up with it. Hiccupping through my showering tears, I felt a hand on my back accompany Denzel's; then another at my feet. Surrounded by my friends, I knew I could break down the last remains of my wall.

I let it all go.

["The One I Gave My Heart To" by Aaliyah]

Slowly rocking Regina back and forth, Denzel held onto her tightly as she let the storm of her tears come through. Glancing to one another, they stayed strong for their distressed friend. Chloe softly massaging Gina's feet while Tamera gently rubbed her back on the other side of the bed, both women could feel their own eyes start to water with tears. Shaking her head, Tamera could feel her heart break at the sight of her friend in such a state.

Tears staining her cheeks, Regina nuzzled her face further onto Denzel's chest.

"P-please….please God! …..Tell me…this is just a dream!" she desperately cried, clenching Denzel's shirt for dear life "Tell me…he didn't leave….please!"

Hearing Regina's mournful pleas broke their hearts, not knowing how to tell her the truth; neither one wanting to. They didn't want to tell their best friend, their sister that her fiancé ran out on her and wasn't man enough to tell her face to face.

Denzel sighed as he continued to rock Gina softly, tears began fall from his eyes at the sight of his sister so distraught. Never in his life would he wish this on her, she didn't deserve this heartache.

Biting her lip, Chloe silently sat as she watched her cousin cry her heart out; helpless. Regina did so much for them, herself included; she wouldn't be where she was today if it wasn't for Gina helping her out in her time of need. Regina had the biggest heart of the four of them; never once did she not have a smile on her face…..until now. Seeing her cousin's tears, Chloe felt her throat tighten as her own tears began to fall.

Glancing to his right, Denzel saw Chloe wiping her eyes before turning his head to see Tamera doing the same. Remembering the day they all met, Denzel sighed in remembrance. They were indeed the fabulous four, when one was in pain; they all were in pain.

But he knew they would see this through. He would be damned if his honeycomb never smiled again.