Page 27 of Mr. Calloway

There was a tap on the door before it slowly opened. When the pregnant woman stepped inside, my head flew back.

“I’ve seen you before.”

She looked at me curiously, then smiled. “Dionysus’s family. I remember.”

Zaria pulled back and stared at both of us. “She was the doctor who helped Dio during his time in New York.”

The doctor stepped forward. “I’m Coffee Carter. Sorry it took me so long to get here. I’m usually at the hospital in Lexington Heights, but they called for me.”

Wrinkles formed in my forehead. “Wait, you live in Toussaint?”

She smiled. “Yes. I was an intern back in New York when you met me, but I have since moved from there. So, Savior is his name?” she asked.

Z and I both nodded. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Calloway, I went over the test results, and I ordered more—” she slowly approached his bed and began to gently press on his body like she was searching for something. “Have you guys noticed a change in his eating or any lumps or sudden bruising?”

“No. He’s well taken care of,” Zaria sniffled.

“He’s the cutest. I see he’s a twin?”

“Yes. Why?” I jumped.

She stopped and looked at me. “I understand your concern. I have two at home and obviously one on the way. I want you to bring him in if you can. I want to test him, too.” She paused as her demeanor went from confident to uneasy. “Savior, might have a form of?—”

My eyes fluttered, my heartbeat slowed down, and my thoughts became scattered because if she was about to sit here and tell me my muhfuckin’ son had cancer, I was going to lose my fucking mind. “No!Fuck no!” I shouted.

Zaria pulled at my arm. “June, please let her finish.”

I ran my hand over my head as it slowly dropped.God, please don’t do this to me, please. I came to You on my knees at Your house. I trusted You, please.I prayed.

I couldn’t even look at her because the moment those words fell from her lips, it would destroy me, and what would come of a broken nigga—well, one that would have nothing to lose, and the phrase ‘crash out’ would be an understatement.

She reached out and touched my hand. “Before we even go there, let me do my part. All I ask is that you bring the other little one in so I can make sure both of your little cubs are okay,” she spoke softly.

Her footsteps started to sound further away, and when I heard the door close, I lifted my head. Zaria and I had no words as we stared at each other.

Z, I-I...

I know. All we can do is pray.

I let out a sharp breath. “Let me call Zeus and tell him to bring Peace up here.”

When I pulled my phone out to make the call, I noticed that Dio had not only called multiple times, but he followed up with a text telling me Samara’s location hadn’t changed, and she hadn’t called.

This shit was the last thing I needed, but to know there were things happening on the other side, I wasn’t fucking surprised.

Samara

My wrists were sore, my mouth was becoming dry, and the heat creeping from beneath the door was starting to wrap around me. “It’s hot,” I whined.

The licking of my lips became rapid. That was when I remembered Shantel had come in here with food and water. The only thing was that I couldn’t see. My leg moved slowly as I tried to feel for the tray she brought. “Come on, come on,” I muttered.

When the tip of my foot hit it, I became excited. I tried focusing on pulling it in with my foot, then stopped when I heard the door open. Whomever it was moved so fast I couldn’t see if it was Shantel who came in or that man with the shiny bald head. The whispers and snickers were so soft that they almost sounded like mice were having a conversation. Suddenly, light came through the small window, causing me to turn my head.

“Are you thirsty?” I heard a girl’s voice.

“Obviously, she’s thirsty,” a male’s voice followed.

When they stepped into the light, I thought I was on an episode ofLittle House on the Prairie. Both looked about my age, but like they were caught up in some fucked up lifestyle.