Page 71 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy

Lord, please let her be okay.

Sleep wasn't coming back for me any time soon. I just laid there staring up at the ceiling.

Idamn near knocked the hospital doors off the hinges running in there. Security was right behind me, telling me to slow down so they could keep up, but I couldn’t hear none of that. All I could think about was Reesie.

I spotted PB first. He was sitting there with his elbows dug into his knees, his chin resting on his fists.

My chest tightened up looking at him like that. Then I saw Summer, asleep, leaned all the way over onto Paisley’s shoulder. And Paisley—her face was black and blue, swollen up on one side, holding her sleeping son in her arms.

“Where’s King?” I asked before I even got all the way to PB. That was the first thing that came out my mouth. I needed to know my nephew was safe.

“Unc got ‘em,” PB said, not even looking all the way up at me. “He’s good.”

I nodded, and he slowly stood up. He pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged him tight.

“What’s going on? What happened to Paisley?” I asked, nodding toward her.

PB rubbed his hand down his face. “Her baby daddy put his hands on her. We waiting to be seen right now.” He said it flat. “It’s a long story, bruh. I’ll tell you later.”

That’s when I noticed the blood on his shirt. It was dried up across the front of it, dark and crusted over. I looked from the blood to Paisley’s face, already knowing her other baby daddy was probably looking ten times worse than she did right now.

But now wasn’t the time. I was just glad Pais and the kids were straight.

Some fans had already caught wind that I was in the building. A couple girls had their phones up, recording and whispering to each other. My security stepped in front of them.

“Step back! Give them some space,” one of them said, his arm out, blocking the view.

“Y’all can’t be recording right now,” PB snapped, his voice cracking a little on the last word. “Please. Not right now.”

Ky came up beside me quietly, the way she always did when she knew something was serious. I looked at her, and she looked at me, waiting, but my mind was all over the place.

“Ky,” PB said, turning to her, “right now ain’t a good time to keep going with the Ozy Love Weekend Experience. “Can you get in touch with Derez and let him know I have a family emergency?”

“Say less,” Ky said. “I’m on it.” She stepped off to the side, her phone already up to her ear.

I dropped down in the closest chair to me and put my face in my hands.

“This is all my fault,” I mumbled. “Fuck!”

My whole body was shaking.

My brother put his hand on my back, but I shrugged it off, stood up, and paced a few steps, cussing under my breath.

That’s when the doctor walked up, a somber look on his face.

“Are you two family? Relatives of Theresa Brentley?” he asked.

“Yeah,” PB said quickly. “We’re her brothers.”

I stopped pacing and walked over to them, tuning the world around me the fuck out.

The doctor took a breath before speaking.

“I’m very sorry…Your sister suffered severe damage to her brain from the lack of oxygen. We ran multiple tests…and there’s no brain activity. She has been declared brain-dead.”

I felt my knees go weak under me.

PB grabbed my arm to hold me up, even though he was barely holding himself up either.