Chapter 59: Part 3/3: Look Love In The Face

*3 hours later*

"Where the fuck is she?!" Tiffany yelled while pacing the room, she had a huge bag of doritos in her hand. "It's been 3 hours, and we haven't heard from her."

Tiffany stuffed some more Doritos in her mouth, as Sabrina hopped off the couch as the phone rang. Sabrina ran over to the phone, and yanked it off the hook.

"Hello?.....yes....WHAT?!...is she-" Sabrina started pacing with the phone, everyone watching her. Sabrina hung up the phone, and stared at the floor.

"What?! What happened?!" Vivie yelled.

"Natasha...got hit...by a truck." Sabrina said. Everyone gasped, Tiffany covered her mouth, and ran out of the room. Keon followed after her.

"Is she okay?" John asked.

"She's in critical condition." Sabrina said, then snapped her head in Brandon's direction as he walked into the living room.

"This is all your fucking fault!" Sabrina yelled, reaching for her lighter in her pocket. Brandon stared at her.

"What are you talking about?"

Chicki walked slowly over to Brandon. "Natasha has been hit by a truck."

Brandon's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

"She's in critical condition."

"It's all your fucking fault..You didn't have to say those words to her. What the fuck is Lauren here for anyway?!" Sabrina continued yelling.

Brandon dropped to his knees. "She was here to help me with Natasha at first..then she came up with the idea to make her jealous..then Natasha pissed Lauren off with threatening her...which caused her to run off at the mouth. Then Natasha lashed out, and all I saw was my best friend that I always protected being hurt...I said....things...I didn't mean..GOD...we have to go see her."

Dre grabbed Sabrina's hand before she did something stupid, and headed to the front door.The others followed behind him.

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"GOD...don't move the bed so fast...you're a fucking nurse, aren't you suppose to know how to handle your patients!"

Natasha glared at the older woman in front of her. The woman apologized, and moved the bed slower up, so that she could see the tv. She sighed, and winced from the pain in her ribs..she had broke 3 of them bitches. Along with her right leg, and left leg, the internal bleeding hadn't stopped yet, but other than that she was glad to be alive.

"You gonna need anything else, ma'am?"

Natasha changed the channel with the remote, and shook her head. "No...thank you though."

The nurse nodded, and left the room.

She was so stupid for running into the street like that without thinking. She hadn't realized until now how much of an effect Brandon had on her, and that she really did love him. Her heart had broke when he said those words on the beach, that was what that weird numb feeling had been. Her body had shut down against the emotional pain. She glanced up when she heard her door open. All of her Ladybots came walking in first.

"Does it hurt?" Brittbrat asked.

"Not too bad...i'm highly sedated." Natasha said.

"The doctor told us everything. GOD Tash! What were you thinking?!" Chicki yelled, walking closer to Natasha's bed.

"I wasn't. That was the problem." Natasha said.

The Ladybots nodded, and sighed. "We're glad you're okay though." Tiffany said.

Natasha nodded. "Yea...that would a bitch ass way to go. At least let me die in battle or some shit..but gettin hit by a punk ass car..that's a no go."

The Ladybots laughed despite the situation.

"What would we do without you, Natasha?" Krys said, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

The door opened and Monic and Jemi walked in. Jemi winced when she saw Natasha's arm and leg cast.

"The doctor's said they won't release her for another two days." Monic said.

The boys came walking in next. "Wow, Natasha, you look a mess." John said. Vivie punched John in the arm.

"Yea, well I got hit by a big ass truck, what's your excuse?"

Everyone in the room laughed. John smiled.

Natasha glanced around the room, and her eyes froze on Brandon. He was leaning against the wall watching her. She saw pain, regret, and love in his eyes. She narrowed hers. She glanced away, she couldn't see love, he had threw her out of his life like a sack of shit. Everyone felt the tension in the room. Miles cleared his throat.

"Uh, anyone hungry?"

Everyone murmured a yes, and headed out the door. Natasha rolled her eyes, and glanced up at the tv. She felt Brandon's presence, it overwhelmed her. She felt him walking slowly closer to her bed. Natasha closed her eyes. She heard Brandon sigh.

"I'm sorry."

She heard him whisper. Natasha frowned, and opened her eyes. "For what?" She spat out with sarcasm dripping from each word. She glared into his brown eyes.

"For inviting Lauren up to the house, for trying to make you jealous, for saying words I didn't mean."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Why did you invite her here?"

"Lauren is my best friend, she has been for 15 years. I called her after that night you told me to get the fuck out of your life. I was devastated that I was in this alone. That I was suffering from unrequited love, I called her to vent. She asked to come see me..and I agreed. It was her idea to see if you cared by making you jealous. It worked too well. Lauren got out of character when you threatened her..she doesn't like being punk'd. So she said shit...I knew from your temper that you'd lash out. I didn't move fast enough to block your move. When I glanced, and saw my best friend laid out. I had a flash back when one of ex-boyfriends laid her ass out on the kitchen floor to die. I don't know why that came up in my mind, but it did, and I saw red. I didn't realize until the words were out, and you was running what I had did."

Natasha stared at him. Brandon stared back. Natasha watched as his hand moved to her face. Her face had a few cuts and bruises on it. He slid his finger down a small cut on her cheek. Natasha's breath hitched.

"What are your feelings concerning me, Natasha? You can tell me you don't love me, and I'll leave you alone I promise...or you could just tell me to get the fuck out of your life because of the words I've spoken to you. I just want to know...honestly."

Natasha moved her eyes away from his, and glanced at the wall ahead. "I've been hurt extremely bad in my life...I haven't told many people the story of my ex...but I told you. You know damn near everything there is to know about me, yet you still turned your back on me because of another female. I understand she is your best friend, and I know she is important to you...but....what you said...how you said it...It was so final...I don't know if I can trust your feelings for me. I don't know if I can trust my feelings for you."

Brandon stared at Natasha's face, as she stared at the wall. He removed his hand, and stood up. "I understand."

Natasha glanced over, as Brandon made his way to the door. Natasha sighed. "But..." Brandon froze with his hand on the door. "I'm willing to give this thing a chance if you are."

Brandon turned around, a huge smile spread across his face. Natasha laughed, as Brandon ran back over to her. He wrapped his arms around her, Natasha ignored the pain of her wrapped ribs, and hugged him back She felt wetness on her shoulder.

"You're such a pussy."

She felt Brandon's body chuckled as he laughed. Natasha turned her head to kiss his cheek, and sighed. Brandon turned his head, and sighed as well. His breath brushed over her face. Natasha saw the intensity of his eyes. Natasha smiled, as the last bricks of the wall she'd been holding up around her heart fell away. She finally was able to look love in the face, and feel it take over her mind, body, and soul.