Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

I couldn’t even get myself to sleep for a few hours. So I took a shower, got ready and decided to come in to work an hour early. It doesn’t matter how much I try distracting myself, I can’t get my mind off of her. The more I think about her, the bigger the hole in my heart gets. I mean, I can’t and don’t blame her for feeling whatever way she’s feeling because the fact is, I fucked up. Not just a little, but a whole fucking lot. How the fuck did I not pay attention to just HER? I mean okay I fucked up by saying Becca’s damn name, but it was her the whole time. I was seeing Sina no one else. I can sit here and make excuses for my sorry ass, but the damage has been done. The way I treated her, the shit I said. My God the look on her beautiful face. I don’t think I can ever forget how broken she looked when she walked away. Shit, after all the warnings that I’ve gotten not only from Reese and Lei, but from her family too, I still managed to fuck it up. I stand up and start pacing around the office, how the hell am I going to fix this?

Before I can think any further the door flies open and dammit to fucking hell Micah’s looking at me like he’s ready to kill me. I put my hands up hoping he knows what it means, but no he comes in fucking swinging. “What the fuck did you do to her? Did I not fucking tell you to not hurt her you asshole?” he says as he connects his fucking punches.

I punch him back and hit his mouth. “Chill bro” I growl.

He looks at me shaking his head. “Fuck you,” he snaps and hits me in the fucking face two more times. Then he throws one last punch right in my gut and fuck does it hurt “You don’t deserve her and never fucking will.”

“Enough!” We don’t realize we have an audience until the sound of my mothers voice cracks like a whip through the room. Of course my mother decides to stop by on the day I’m getting my ass handed to me by a huge linebacker. Shit! Great my damn lip is busted open again, I look over to where Mama is standing and notice that Reese is standing behind her with his hands folded across his chest with a pissed off look on his face. Fuck my life. Micah pulls his shirt off so he can clean his mouth with it and I see the same tattoo that Sina has on her arm. Except where hers is solely a web of patterns, he has all his siblings' names woven throughout his piece. It must be a family thing. I see my mother place three bags of what I'm sure is food on top of Reese’s desk but whatever, I want to know why she’s even here.

She walks over to Micah and starts to clean his cut up. Micah gives my mom the same smile that Sina wears when she’s being genuine. “Hey Mrs. Hunter. How have you been?” He asks.

She gives him the biggest smile as she says “I’m doing good, how are you? I haven’t seen you around the hospital lately?” What the hell? Why would she see Micah at the hospital?

Micah clears his throat and says “I’m not seeing the doctor anymore Mrs Hunter.”

Mama stands there looking at him with sad eyes and asks “Have you told your family sweetie?”

I watch Micah’s shoulders drop and he leans his head back against the wall. “Not yet and I’m not sure if I’m going to tell them,” he says.

Mama grabs his hand and they both walk over to the couch that’s by the door. “Sweetie, you know you’re going to have to tell them, especially your Mama. If you don’t then I will Son” she tells him with sadness in her tone.

Reese finally moves to his chair, rolling it a little closer. “Micah, what’s going on?” he asks.

Micah sits forward and leans his elbows on his knees and takes a deep breath “Nothing Uso. I’m good” he answers.

Reese leans forward mirroring his pose and asks again “Is everything okay with Sina?” and my fist automatically flies to my chest.

Micah doesn't answer, so I ask “Is she okay?”

He looks at me and says “You don’t have the right to know, so don’t ask about her man.” Well, shit. I hear Mama clear her throat as she looks at me and fixes me with her steady gaze.

“One problem at a time. And you and I have a lot to talk about Young Man” she says. Shit. She knows. I put both hands in my pockets and just stand there like a loser, because that’s what I am right now. I look over at Reese and he’s not happy with me either. No one says anything for a few minutes then I watch as Mama reaches over for Micah’s hand and asks him “How long do you have?” as tears start running down her cheeks. What the hell? Is he a patient at the hospital?

Micah drops his head in his hands and says “Less than a year Mrs H.”

Mama starts crying and Micah pulls her in and tells her “No worries Mrs. H, don't cry for me,” with a sad smile on his face.

Mama shakes her head, “Are you sure there’s nothing they can do? A second opinion?”

“Yeah, even with a second opinion.” Micah smiles at her and squeezes again before letting go.

“What about treatment?” She sniffles.

He shakes his head “No, I won’t be bed ridden Mrs. Hunter. I’d rather go through the motions and be there for my family than having different types of medicine keep me in bed, when I can just spend the rest of my time with my family. And I’m not going to tell them either, at