Page 3 of This Is Law 3

“I’m going to blame that stupid ass comment on you being out of your mind right now, and your just saying anything to me to get a rise out of me.

There’s no way in hell that you could possibly believe that I would be carrying anyone else’s child other than yours.

Be angry with me all you want to about the shit with Dominic, but what you’re not about to do Sevyn is disrespect me, especially while I’m standing here, carrying your child!

” I mushed him after I finished what I had to say, and instead of staying over here with him, I went to the corner of the room, where the window was, and there was a chair.

I sat in this chair for well over two hours.

Different tests were ran on Law, and everything came back normal.

His blood pressure was now reading good numbers, and once the doctor was fine with everything, that’s when he went ahead, and discharged him.

I had no idea what the fuck Sevyn’s problem was, but he was being so mean, and snappy.

He was nonchalant as hell with the doctor, and the nurses.

I was so pissed with him, and he was probably just as pissed with me, so we hadn’t spoken one word to each other since I slapped him.

As angry as I was with him, I didn’t have it in me to leave him in this hospital on his own, while I went home. Lord knows that he would never let me live that shit down if I were to do some mess like that.

Law was up, and out of bed. He kept his white dress shirt unbuttoned, as he stood up, and he fixed his slacks. The whole time he was doing that, he had an angry mug on his face.

I stood up from the chair, grabbed my phone, along with my purse, and I walked out of the room.

He was right on my trail, following behind me.

We were right on the first floor, so it was simple for us to just go ahead and walk out of the building.

It was well after three in the morning once we made it outside, and I turned to him, waiting to see if he had the answers on how we were going to get home.

While I was in the ambulance, I texted our driver from tonight, letting him know what had gone down with Law, and how we had to go to the hospital, so we wouldn’t need him to bring us back home tonight. Neither one of our cars were here, so here I was, looking at him to see what he wanted to do.

“How are we going to get home?” I asked him.

“Don’t you have the Uber app or something on your phone? Call that or something!” he snapped at me.

“Sevyn, what the fuck is wrong with you? You are getting on my fuckin nerves!” I screamed at him in a way that I couldn’t scream at him inside the room because I wasn’t trying to cause attention.

“Ain’t shit wrong with me, man. Call the people, yo!” he snapped again.

“I don’t want to be around you. I’ll call one for me to take me home, and I’ll call one for you to take you to your fuckin condo.

I’m liable to get back to the house, pick something up, and bust you in your fuckin head with it, sending your ass right back to this damn hospital.

You been acting crazy ever since you woke up from this shit.

If this is the kind of time that your about to be on, I seriously don’t want to be around you,” I was dead ass serious, as I looked up at him.

“You begged and pleaded for me to come back home, so I’m not going nowhere else. Call the uber,” was all he said.

I walked away from him, and I went over to a bench.

I pulled my phone out, maneuvering over to the uber app.

I requested a premier SUV for us, and it would be here in less than five minutes.

I sat here, and my eyes were on Sevyn the entire time.

He never followed me over here to sit next to me.

Instead, he stood with his arms folded, and his head down.

It was bothering me not knowing what was wrong with him because I knew him well enough to know that something happened, but he just wouldn’t tell me.

I was hoping that by the time we made it to the house, and we both calmed down, that we could have a conversation, and he could tell me what was going on.

The uber eventually came, and I walked over to the truck.

Law got the hint that the Uber was for us, so he came over too.

Even with him being angry, and in this fucked up mood that he was in, he still opened the door for me, and helped me get inside, but he did the shit like it was against his will.

I sat in one of the pilot styled seats in the black Escalade that we were in, and Law closed the door, so that he could go around, and he got on the other side. The driver was nice, speaking to us, and he pulled out of the front of the hospital, and started heading in the direction of the house.

As he started driving, I used the flashlight that was on my phone, so that I could flash it down on my feet.

My pinky toe on my left foot was aching, but it was an ache that I was just now paying attention to.

The Manolo Blahnik heels that I had on were super high, and earlier, when I’d put them on, they were comfortable, but as the night went on, and then at one point, I had been running in the parking lot, finding Law passed out, had caused this pain to my toe.

I removed the heel, and when I saw my pinky toe, some of the skin had been removed, and it was bleeding. The rush, and the adrenaline that I have been feeling since I found Law passed out was the reason that I was just now seeing what was going on with my toe.

I kept the heel off, just keeping it to the side, and I turned the flashlight off.

I leaned my head on the side of the door, and my body kept trying to dose off, but I would catch myself each time that it happened.

It took us about fifteen minutes to pull up to our community.

The driver rolled down the back window, so that I could let the guard up front that was monitoring the line know that he was just dropping us home.

That’s when he raised the gate, allowing the driver entry, and within a minute, he was pulling the car into the driveway for us.

I sat here, wondering if I should put my shoe back on.

My toe was aching, and I knew that if I put the shoe back on, that I would cause more damage.

I wasn’t the type to walk on concrete without any shoes on my feet, though.

I also didn’t want to have to ask Law to carry me because of the fucked-up mood that he was in.

I figured that a couple of steps on the concrete, just to make it to the door wouldn’t be that bad, so I ended up removing my other heel, cuffing both up under my arm, so that I would be able to grab my clutch.

The Uber driver wished us a good night, I thanked him, and Law got out, closed his door, and he came around, so that he could open the door for me.

He looked down at me, saw that I was carrying my heels in my hand, and even though he was being an asshole, and mean as hell to me, he still ended up reaching in, and he lifted me up, carrying me.

He didn’t put me down until we made it inside the house.

The alarm was going off, and he was the one to walk over to it, key in the code to disarm it, and he walked away.

Instead of him taking the stairs up, and going in the bedroom with me, he went downstairs, heading for the basement.

I wanted to follow behind him, pry some kind of conversation out of him, and just see what was bothering him, but I was going to go upstairs, shower, and wash my hair, give him a little time to calm down, and then I would head downstairs and talk to him.

I held my dress up, as I walked up the stairs, and once I made it to my bedroom, I cut the light on.

I tossed my shoes on the floor, grabbed my phone, and I went for my message thread between my sister and I, asking her if she was up.

She instantly texted me back, telling me that she was, so I closed the bedroom door, walked over to the bathroom, and I put a facetime call in with my sister, and she answered the phone on the second ring.

“What’s up? You, okay? How is Law?” she asked the second that the phone connected.

“We just got back to the house. They ran a few tests on him, just to make sure that it wasn’t any other underlying issues that caused him to pass out, but everything came back fine.

He went downstairs in the basement. Shai, he’s driving me crazy,” I vented to her, propping the phone up on the counter, so that I could have access to both my hands because I was getting ready to unzip my dress, so that I could hop in the shower.

“Law has so much pride. He’s probably upset that his ass passed out, and everybody came outside to check on him,” Shai responded, giving her theory because she didn’t know the specifics yet on why we were beefing.

I hadn’t told her. She didn’t know anything about the night that I shared with Dominic.

I really didn’t have any plans of ever sharing that moment with anyone, but it was weighing heavy on me right now, and I needed to vent.

“That’s not what it is. Remember when we went to the D.R. to see Papi, and you came in the bedroom, and I was going at it with someone over the phone?” I asked, pausing from unzipping the dress because I wanted to really see her facial expression when she answered.

“Yes. Your ass snapped on me when I kept asking you who it was. What happened?” she inquired.

“That was Dominic. He’s a lawyer. Back when me, and Law were going through our shit with the divorce, me, and Dominic shared a moment?—”

“A moment as in you fucked?” Shai sat up in bed to ask me that question. She cut me off, eyes on me, waiting for a response.