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As Nicki slid down the door Lauren
and Jessie ran to her side to aide her.
“Boss what’s wrong?” Jessie asked
very concerned.
“Nicki what’s wrong, what the fuck
happened down there? Who was that calling Safaree’s name?” Lauren asked highly
upset.
“It was her Lauren! It was her.”
Nicki stretched her legs out in front of her because they were falling asleep
bent to her chest and her baby bump was getting tight. But she didn’t cry
anymore she was angry.
“It was who Nicki?” Lauren asked
trying to fix her running black mascara.
“It was Monica!” Nicki said looking
up.
“It was who?” Jessie got an attitude
and started to pace the floor and think.
“I thought I handle this bitch a
long ass fuckin time ago. Didn’t I tell that bitch don’t come this way and she
better stay where the fuck she at. Stupid hoes don’t listen. I knew I should’ve
got her ass or I should’ve let Candi really get her ass.” Jessie thought while pacing.
“Come on lets get you off this
floor in this 10,000$ dress.” Jessie said concerned.
“No just leave me here!” Nicki said
upset.
“No come on baby, lets at least lay
you down, but I want you to go to the Grammies baby this is your big day.”
Lauren said taking one of Nickis arms into her hands and looking towards Jessie
to grab the other.
“I know but I’m just not in the
mood.” Nicki said in a whining voice.
“Come on Jess on 3 pull her up,
1..2..3.” they pulled her up on to her feet and
helped her on to her bed. They watch her slowly lay on her back and turn
her head. The crème tulle spread across the bed as she laid in the middle and
it laid loosely over her belly, she almost looked like the black Juliet the way
her mascara ran down her face. She looked like a beautiful bad dream.
“I swear this could be a photo
shoot for Vogue.” they giggled.
Lauren walked over to the bed and
took Nickis foot stool to climb into the bed and sat on it, the way Nickis face
was facing. She looked Nicki into her eyes.
“I know your tired of crying babe,
you only had 4 weeks of rest, don’t allow yourself to fall in that jealousy
pitt again. You know that’s your husband and that’s you all little creation.
That little girl you carry means the world to him. And 9 times outta 10 that’s
not even his baby, she just a gold diggin bitch like I saw her to be. Trust me
if I would have stayed sober you to would probably be just fine. But that’s the
past you gotta live for this baby girl, and you need to love your husband. He
would die for you two and you know it. Even if he doesn’t go with you tonight
to the Grammies and you need a day away that’s fine.” Nicki grabbed her tummy
and turned completely towards the window and balled up into fetal position and
cried, she knew her best friend was right. Nicki looked up to Lauren and was
about to speak until Safaree started to bang on the door.
-Outside the door…
Safaree started to climb the stairs
when he saw Nicki run. Monica went outside in her car and got on the phone but
she didn’t leave. Martin was trying to
stop Safaree.
“Man look she don’t want you here
right now.”
“Martin who the fuck do you sound
like, this is my got damn house I’m not going no fuckin where until she talks
to me.”
“Thats the problem dawg she don’t
want to talk to you.”
“I’ma at least try. I’m not finna
let my relationship slip man, I don’t wanna go back to that place where I was 4
weeks ago and I didn’t know where to turn. Look you ain’t never been so lost in
love that you couldn’t breathe without the person. She’s my other half and its
my responsibility to make sure she’s happy and I keep fuckin up, on top of that
I have my daughter to think about and she keeps getting stressed out that’s not
good for her man.” Safaree shook his head while talking.
“Well all I can say is try.” Martin
said stepping out of Safaree’s way. Day and Terrence ran upstairs after him.
Safaree slowly approach the door
hearing Nicki speak. He heard the anger in her voice when she said that it was
Monica down stairs at the door. He didn’t want Nicki to meet her that way, let
alone meet her at all. He put his ear to the door when he heard it get quiet
and heard her soft crys after Lauren spoke to her. This is when he decided to
speak up and knock on the door to try and speak to her. He knew she was
stubborn and hardheaded so he knew he was in for it. Safaree begin to knock on
the door and call her name.
“Nicki please open up.”
Nicki wiped her nose and face with
her hands and wrist and wiped it on her pillow smearing make up everywhere and started
to sit up but got assisted help from Lauren.
“Safaree didn’t I tell you to
leave?” Nicki said looking towards the door with red eyes and practically
screaming.
Safaree put both hands on the door
and put his forehead to the door defeated. And spoke
“Nicki I’ll never leave you, stop
saying that, stop sending me away, that’s only making things worst baby please
just open up so we can have privacy!”
“No Safaree, that bitch knows where
I live, she was in my place, the place where I lay my head, I should beat her
ass. Then she finally knocked me back in my place because she gave me a fuckin
reality check. This shit is real and cant be forgotten about. For 4 weeks I had
let go and forget about everything. We were doing so good…” she flopped her
hands back on the bed feeling defeated also by her emotions.
“And we can still do good, just
forget it ever happened.”
“But Safaree your paying her I cant
just forget about her, that’s selfish because if that baby is yours I will feel
bad. I just need time away from you.”
“Nicki don’t say that. You need me here baby, you
need me.” Nicki started to cry again when she heard this. Jessie climbed in the
bed and rubbed her back.
“Safaree go take care of her.”
When Safaree heard this he punched
the wall cracking it, this caused all of the vaks to come out the room. They
were oblivious to what was going on just minutes before but once they her the
wall crack they were on their feet. Safaree looked back at Terrence and day and
Day put her hand on his back and spoke.
“Try one more time.” Safaree had
his head down between his shoulders almost crying. The guys walked over and
didn’t say anything but looked at Terrence for answers. Terrence pointed to the
door and they knew that’s where Nicki was and they all shook their heads and backed
up a little to give Safaree room. Safaree started to get hot so he unbuttoned
the top two buttons of his shirt and
leaned against the door 1 more time.
“Nicki please open this door.”
“Just leave.” Nicki said in a calm
voice.
“Please.” he said in a desperate
tone.
The Vaks started to leave back into
the man room seeing that they friend needed his privacy more than their help.
Nicki scooched to the side of the bed by the door and got down off the bed and
walked to the door slowly. Nicki put her head to the door just like Safaree on
the other side, she heard him breathing.
“Nicki.” he said lowly.
She lifted from the door with
watery eyes and opened the door. She stepped back slowly and Jessie and Lauren
walked passed. As Lauren walked past she put her hand on Nicki shoulder and she
nodded as to say she was fine, all while not taking her eyes off of Safaree’s
watery eyes. Nicki spoke before they could get any farther.
“Jessie tell Martin to put on a
black suit with a crème tie. He’s escorting me to the Grammies.”
“OK boss lady.” Jessie closed the
door slowly and walked down stairs with day and Terrence and Lauren.
Safaree hung his head and reached
for his wife, Nicki straightened herself up being strong and trying to stop
crying. He grabbed her by her hips and looked up into her eyes. Nicki folded
her arms right above her tummy where it began to curve.
“Listen to me… I love you… I paid
her to keep her mouth closed from the media an to feed her and to let her buy
what she needed.”
Nicki touched his cheek and he
turned his head to kiss her palm. Nicki knew she needed some time from him
maybe a day or two because it irritated her just took look at him.
“Safaree, I’m trying to accept I
really him but its hard for me to stomach literally. I hate her and I never say
hate, but if she is carrying your child she has something of mine that she
shouldn’t have. That was a reality check for me and it hurt.”
“Baby you got to understand we are
married and we can make plenty of these.” he looked down to her tummy.
“But you don’t understand Safaree…
I just need time from you right now… I hate you right now.”
“You don’t hate me… that’s your
hormones talking.”
“It maybe my hormones but I need
you away from me. Its just not healthy for us, me and the baby to be feeling
this way. So just go somewhere for a couple of days or something.”
Nicki took his hands off of her hips and
turned to walk away, but she knew as always he would grab for her.
“I’m not leaving Nicki.” she turned
her head and looked at him.
“Just go please, let me go.” she
said calmly.
“No!” he said sternly.
“Well if you don’t leave I will.”
“No, I want you here… we shouldn’t
have to separate from each other to calm down, but I’ll leave but I’m coming
back.” He was furious inside blaming himself.
“Okay.” Nicki said bland.
Nicki began to walk away but
Safaree stopped her again.
“Let me say bye to my baby.” Nicki
put her arms to her sides, she knew her daughter was worked up to from her
emotions because she kept moving changing positions but didn’t kick.
Safaree got on his knees and put
his hands on Nicki belly and kissed it.
“I gotta leave but I’m going to be
right back ok baby girl.” their daughter kick his hands and he kissed her
belly. He stood up looking up at Nicki then started to look down at Nicki once
he was fully standing.
“I promise we will get thru this.”
Nicki walked away from him and stood by the window seeing the clouds coming in
for the after noon showers. Safaree went into their closet and got his leather
jacket and helmet. He was about go for a long ride on his motor cycle. Nicki
begged for him not to drive the bike but tonight he needed an escape. Before he
walked out the room door he turned and said.
“I love you, no one can make me
stop breathing while still alive but you.”
Nicki stood at the window not even
taking a second glance at him but she whispered as he closed the door behind
himself.
“I love you more.” she rubbed her
belly as her daughter kept up her movement. What Nicki was feeling inside she
knew her daughter was feeling it also so she tried to calm herself and make
herself happy buy finding her phone and tweeting the barbs.
-On Safaree’s way out…
Safaree stormed down the stairs
swinging on his leather jacket zipping it up. And throwing on his helmet.
Grabbing the door knob he looked back at worried faces of Day, Terrence and
Lauren shaking her head no. she knew how much Nicki hated him on that thing
especially now that she was pregnant. Safaree looked down to the ground fixing
his helmet on right and opening the glass of it. He closed the door and was met
by a crazy Monica.
“So…. Where is it? By the way you
look sexy like this… oh and sorry about the wife thing.”
“Like I told you the first time get
the fuck off my property, I will bring you your money, and keep my wife out
your mouth you already caused enough problems.”
“It ain’t my fault.” Monica said
with confidence. Safaree looked back at her and glared.
“Get the fuck off my damn property!
Its all your fuckin fault. If you wasn’t so damn money hungry tryna get knocked
up by me while I was completely gone, I wouldn’t be in this shit. But yo slutty
ass had to come. I bet you ain’t even told that piece of shit boy friend you
got that it might not be his. But I guess I ant got to tell him” Monica looked
behind her to see her boyfriend had followed her to Nickis house. By the time
she looked back she saw Safaree gone on his bike. Safaree had saw him earlier
when he was coming out the house so he figured that he would let him know what
was happening because he obviously looked lost.
-Nicki upstairs…
@Nickiminaj hey barbs I’m on my way… you all are going to
laugh at my date. I cant wait to see you all
@Nickiminaj oh barbs I’m trying
something new with my hair! You all will spazz!
@Nickiminaj Leaving out CP time I
know I know! Aren’t I always late LMFAO *scrying*
Nicki kept reading their tweets and
replying, by this time she felt better and was ready to go. She heard someone
running up the stairs and busting into her room. It was her team including a
half dressed martin.
“Martin what the hell?” she laughed
at him.
“Huh?” he said surprised by her
laughter.
“Look at you! Come here so I can
tie your tie.” the team including Jessie was giggling at him.
She tied Martins tie and stood back
to look him over.
“Ok so my escort looks nice.” Nicki
said smiling hiding her emotions.
“Thanks big dawg.” Martin said.
“Ok come on so I can fix this make
up” day said pulling her arm and sitting her back down by the vanity.
“Yas hunny chile let me work on
this hair too” Terrence said pulling ou the rose and rekindling her bun.
About 25 minutes later she was
ready. Lauren bent down and slipped on her flats and stood her up.
“you look beautiful.” Lauren said.
“Thanks you guys for helping me I
really appreciate it.”
“But you know you have to fix your
problems later, but go and enjoy yourself bring me home so gold trophies.”
Terrence said.
“I know Tee! Ok lets go.”
Everybody walked out the door and
down the stairs to the car service. Nicki made it to the Grammies around an
hour later and walked the red carpet along but martin knew where to meet up
with her at. As she walked the red carpet she showed off her baby bump with the
best smile she could give. Her and Safaree’s child as twice as famous as Blue
Ivy, Jay and Beyonce’s child. Everybody was waiting to see who, and when she would
get knocked up by. The paps yelled questions.
“So where’s your husband Scotty
Billups?”
“So where’s Safaree?”
“What are you having Nicki.”
“congratulations Nicki could you
turn to the side for us.”
“Is that your real hair?”
“When are you due? How many
babies Nicki, you look beautiful Nicki.”
“What’s your real age Nicki.”
Nicki continued all the way to the
end and then she did a couple of interviews. Then went inside because her feet
were tired. And sat down with martin. As the show began Nicki looked at her
timeline and tweeted the barbs.
@Nickiminaj I saw yall praying for
me thank you Barbs love you.
@Nickiminaj aren’t I fetch barbs!
Thanks babies. But wish me luck! Lets try to bring home all 5 barbs! LETS GO!
-Safaree on the road…
Safaree was on the road for about
an hour for about and hour and 20 minutes just popping willies and swerving
thru traffic clearing his head in the process. It was something about feeling
the wind under his jacket and the control he had over his bike that he loved
and soothe him. It was more control than he had over his real life. When he
thought about it like that he took off faster hitting a hundred miles an hour
then it started to pour in rain, the same clouds Nicki saw in the house before
she left was the ones that were giving him the rain now.
Safaree let out a couple of tears
as he thought about everything him and Nicki went thru. He prayed silently in
his head about his relationship to god. He had because very faithful to God
after him and Nicki split up the first time. He knew the relationship he had
with god was over anybody or anything so the lord was the first person he
called on. After he prayed he started to blame himself for the non sense that
was taking place with this hood bunny Monica. He thought to himself how he knew
he should have stayed instead of listening to Nicki and leaving for 2 weeks.
Nicki meant everything to him and
now his child… his daughter. He thought about his daughter a little longer and
it made him smile thinking of her arrival in 4 months. He knew once he get back
to Nicki when he goes home that they needed to started doing things. That
little girl meant the world to him, the lord had answered his prayers in every
way. Just to think about that painful time in his life when he didn’t see his wife
for 4 months had him choke up and to think that he could possibly go thru that
again did not sit well with him.
Safaree had completely zoned out
from thinking and forgotten he was driving his bike. On the express way he felt
hit hump in the uneven road and he lost his balance with the bike. Since it was
raining it was harder for him to gain control of his bike. The bike started to
swivel and his handle brakes made it worst. By him slamming on the breaks in
the rain the back tie of the bike flew up. Usually when he did this on dry
ground he could control the 300 pound bike and balance it on one wheel. This
time the bike threw him a good 80 feet across the road. The bike slammed back
down about 100 yards from him and Safaree just closed his eyes as his life flashed
before him in his mind. He prayed that the pain went quick and that he would be alive in the end.
He only had on a helmet and a jacket, no leg gear at all.
Safaree came down hard head first
cracking the glass of his helmet, and the helmet on its own took the compact
and cracked leaving Safaree life less on the ground. Thank god it was cars
coming from both ways. They all slammed on their brakes as they watched
Safaree’s life dangle in the air as he hit the ground. Some body who slammed on
their brakes happened to be a nurse at the nearest hospital Ingalls. A lot of
people dialed 911, this how some of the calls sounded.
“911 emergency.”
“High I’m a by passer on the
express way.”
“Yes ma’am how may I help you?
For important purposes this call is being recorded, and can I have your name or
would you like to remain anonymous? “
“I would like to remain
anonymous, I’m just a passer.”
“Ok ma’am what is going on and
what’s the location?”
“Ok there was a man he crashed
his own motor cycle, he flew in the air ill say around 100 feet and came don
crashing head first, he’s either unconscious or dead on the road right now.
Some body please come and help this man” the lady said panicking.
“Ok I’m sending some one right
now but I need your location do you have a GPS?”
“Yes I do!”
“Please read me the coordinates
since the highway doesn’t have addresses.”
“Ok hold on…. The coordinates
are 75’ 45’ 30’”
“Ok ma’am a helicopter and land
emergency is on its way.”
“Thank you ma’am.”
She hung up and stood outside her
car as she saw two people run to him and try to help the lifeless man on the
road. Her 4 year old child started to cry an she handed him a sippy cup and
decided to pray for the man she didn’t know.
Back by the scene a nurse and two
men ran over to Safaree as fast as they could in the rain. The lady had on her
Minnie Mouse scrub and crocs, looking as though she just got off of work. One
of the men spoke while running over.
“Are you a nurse?”
“Yes I am a RN, I cannot leave this
man side or I will be sued so please help me when I ask you to step in.” both
men shook their heads then spoke again.
“My name is Jonathan, and this is
Mike.”
“I’m Alyssa, let me check his legs
and see if they are broken. I cant move his head or back because he came down
head first. Some nerves could be pinched and his spine could be broken. We
don’t want to move him and kill him by pinching nerves harder or taking the
spine out of place which is probably keeping him alive.” They shook their head
and watched her feel up Safaree’s legs for abnormalities and broken bones.
“His legs are fine, could one of
you check his pockets for a wallet as I check his pulse?”
“Sure.” mike said.
“Where was this man going in white
suit pants?” Jonathan asked. Jonathan and mike had to be in their late 20’s
early thirties, they looked pretty strong to assist in any lifting. they wanted
to be good civilians as they saw Safaree also go up in the air.
Mike pulled out his wallet and
noticed the stack he had in it.
“Man this dude is loaded.” mike
said surprised but kept digging for his motorcycle license or regular
license. He ran across his black card
and looked back at Jonathan looking confused.
“Is dude famous?” Jonathan asked.
“I don’t know man?” Mike said.
“Keep looking.” Jonathan said
nervously looking too.
He ran across Safaree ID. It had
his picture and his full name, also his height, weight, if he was an organ
donor, and his blood type.
“His name is Safaree Samuels,” Mike
yelled to Alyssa she looked up from Safaree’s wrist.
“Wait I remember his name from the
TV with that lady who where’s the wigs. My daughter loves her.” Jonathan said.
“The rapper Nicki Minaj.” Mike said
surprised but not to much. He usually ran into stars in Miami.
“Wait that’s her husband! I
remember watching E news with my wife. Yes that’s him.” Jonathan said
frantically while the rain pored a little harder than a few minutes before.
“No wonder why he’s so loaded.”
Mike said looking back at Safaree’s lifeless body.
“Aye does he have a phone?”
Jonathan asked mike.
“Let me check.” Mike looked in the
same pocket to find his phone. The I phone 7 screen was cracked but it was
still on.
“Here look for his wife number or
an assistant or something.” Mike handed the phone to Jonathan.
“Don’t these phones have the app
called ICE?” Jonathan said while starting to search thru his most recent calls
then apps.
“Yea that’s for emergency contacts
and any dysfunctions they have.” mike yelled.
“Ok good.” Jonathan began to dig
thru Safaree’s phone and found his ICE contacts. First was his mother than
Nicki than his sister Shanequa.
“Yes he has an ICE.” Jonathan said
a little relieved, but he thought about how recent the phone numbers was. And
if Safaree updated his ICE. Luckily he did after the Monica incident.
“Call the first one for me sir.”
Alyssa said while checking his pulse.
“How is his pulse.” Mike asked
Alyssa as she had the look of worry and confusion written across her face.
“It’s very weak I need to perform
CPR until they get here but I cant move him because I know the severity of his
accident being that we saw him land head first.” She screamed with worry over
the horns and sirens. They now heard help on the way. Alyssa looked down at Safaree face thru the broken glass
shield that was once there and spoke.
“Safaree look if you can hear me
sir, I’m Alyssa a nurse at Ingalls hospital around 12 miles from here. That’s
where you are going because I know it’s the closest. Can you please live for
me. I cant perform CPR on you sir so hang in there. They are almost her.” She
barely saw his features. Safaree was covered in blood in his helmet, his nose
bled out, along with his ears, he had cuts from the broken glass, his pants
were some what ripped from impact to the ground, and his jacket had a couple of
rips. He looked beaten up pretty bad but her main concerned was his head.
Jonathan begin calling the first
number which was his mother she picked up.
“Hello Mrs. Samuels?” he yelled
thru his phone over the sirens and down pour of rain. He looked down at
Safaree’s phone in his other hand to make sure he was saying the correct last
name.
“Yes who is this and why are you
yelling?” she asked sitting her oven mitt down. She just took some bake chicken
out of the oven.
“Hi ma’am my name is Jonathan. I am
a civilian of Miami and I witnessed your son get into his motor cycle accident.
You were on his emergency contact are you in the state to get to him. They are
taking him to Ingalls hospital ma’am.” He said very quickly with urgency.
“Omg is he ok, Omg no im in
Brooklyn, New York, omg omg omg my baby.” Mrs. Samuels started to panic and
Shanequea just happen to be there with her. She stood behind her mother until
she saw her get weak in the knees. She
took the phone from her and her mother turned around and cried in her chest. As
Shanequa held her with one arm she spoke in the phone with the other.
“Hello hi, I’m Shanequea! May I
help you?” she said with an attitude.
“Oh ok! Well you were one of the
emergency contacts to. I guess you cant come neither. “
“Emergency contact ? for who? And
who is this.”
“Hi ma’am in Jonathan, your brother
was in an motorcycle accident and he’s hurt pretty bad. They are taking him to
Ingalls hospital. You all need to get here quick but im going to call his wife”
Shanequa looked at the phone in tears and held it back to her ear just in enough
time to hear him say that he was going to call Nicki. She knew she was at the
Grammies and she didn’t want stress on her either.
“Omg does he have a pulse?”
“Yes he has a pulse and the
helicopter is here and the ambulance are coming now.”
“Please don’t call his wife, call
his assistant Martin. You should see it in his phone.”
“Thank you ma’am.”
“No thank you for helping us and my
brother.”
Shanequea held her mother and
called up her other sister and her baby sitter. While holding her sobbing
mother.
“Come on momma we gotta go. We
gotta get to the airport.”
“We will have to wait for a
commercial flight.”
“No we don’t they keep a plane here
for us momma, you should know your son takes every precaution.”
“But we gotta go thru security.”
“No we wont it’s a emergency they
will just pull us thru and we are on a private flight lets go. Sarah is meeting
us there.”
“Okay.”
Mrs. Samuels and Shanequa ran out
of the door and drove to the airport doing 98 mph on the express way. While
they ran thru the air port she called Jessie and informed her and she texted
Lauren, Candice, and Terrence. She didn’t have day phone number.
-
The helicopter circled the area as
the police and fire department followed on ground To where he was the ambulance
was right behind them. It took around 10 to 15 minutes for them to find them
and get to them. The blue and red fire trucks plummeted towards Safaree’s
accident scene on the shoulders of the highway. Once they got there the fire
department was there first followed behind as the police and the ambulance
lagging just a mile behind.
The fire department got out and ran
over to Safaree. Alyssa stood up drenched. She pulled out her Ingalls ID that
had RN written really big with her name because she knew she would be
questioned.
“How are you ma’am and are you
related?” the fire fighter asked. 3 others tended to Safaree
“No I’m Alyssa Combs! I am an RN at
Ingalls hospital, which is the closest he could be lifter to which should take
around 3 minutes on helicopter 20 on land. As you know i…” the fire fighter cut
her off finishing her line.
“You couldn’t leave his side. Ok
ma’am you have to come with us and did you check his pulse?”
“Yes I know, and yes its very weak
40 over 160.”
“Thank you, you have did you duty
also do you know his name? “
“Safaree Samuels, Nicki Minaj the
rapper… her husband.”
“Have you all gotten in contact
with his wife and family.” Jonathan stepped forward hanging up the phone on a
whispering martin.
“Yes sir his wife is on her way
from the Grammies and his mother and sister are on their way from New York.”
“Thank you sir. You two can get
back in your cars and leave thank you for your service.”
“No problem.” both men said handing
over his belonging to the fire fighter.
The fire fighter turned back to
Alyssa and asked her one more question.
“Did you see the accident?”
“Yes I did, he flew about 100 feet
in the air and landed on his helmet. I surprise he doesn’t have broken legs
he’s pretty lucky but his head has damage I know. He’s bleeding from his nose
and ears also he has small cuts from his shield that was glass on his helmet.”
As he questioned her. The got an IV
started on Safaree but did not move him until ambulance got there. The fire
fighter sawed thru the rest of the helmet having a steady hand not to move him.
As soon as the helmet was cracked the place a white neck brace around his neck
and lifted him by cuffing his knees and back and lowered him slowly on the
gurney. They didn’t ventilate him just incase of neck injuries but kept strong
oxygen on him. Alyssa climbed into the ambulance while the fire fighters took
her car to the hospital . they took off to Ingalls to save Safarees life.
-At the Grammies…
“My ass hurts Martin and they
haven’t called me yet.” Martin laughed.
Martins pants vibrated and he
picked up the phone turning away from Nicki whispering. They were on best hip
hop artist of the year and she was nominated for the 3 time her whole career.
“Hello, Martin speaking.”
“Hello Martin my name is Jonathan.”
“Who? Martin couldn’t hear him over
the applause after every artist named called. They called Nicki’s name, he sat
up straight and clapped as they put the camera on them. Then when that was done
he leaned back over and talked.
“I’m Jonathan I got your number
from Mr. Safaree Samuels phone. He has been in a motor cycle accident they are
about to put him into the ambulance and take him to Ingalls hospital.”
“Thank you so much sir I and his
wife are on our way.”
“No problem.”
Martin hung up startled as the
announcer was about to say who won..
“And the winner is….” Martin leaned
over and spoke in Nicki’s ear
“Nicki!”
“What? Wait.” she said while
smiling while their faces was in the camera.
“Safaree was on a motor cycle
accident we need to go.”
her eyes automatically watered. And
she clutched her tummy and started to breathe deeply.
“Nicki Minaj!!!” a round of
applause and standing ovation happened as she stood up from her seat, only to
get quiet as she ran to the door as fast as she could.
Somebody whispered to the man on
stage.
“Ok we have just been informed that
Nicki has a family emergency. But congrats again Nicki Minaj.”
Lauren and the others had already
made it to the hospital but could not receive information about Safaree. Soon
it had spread across the news about Safaree and everybody was searching for
Nicki. The nurse asked them if Nicki was on her way they all said yes but she
couldn’t give them any in formation until she got there.
-In the car….
Martin kept his eye on her and her
breathing. One thing that was for sure. Safaree told him to protect her and
watch over her while he was gone when they were separate, he wasn’t going to
fail his friend now in an even deeper time of need.
“Martin who told you.” Nicki said
face full of tears but it was a silent cry.
“A man. I guess he was a passer by
and got out to help Safaree.”
“Why didn’t he call me? I know I’m
in his contacts and his momma too.”
“Lauren texted me too and everybody
else including his sister. They are on their way. So I’m guessing Shanequa told
them don’t call you but call me.”
“Did they say how he was?”
“No.” Martin looked down. He wish
he had more answers but they just had to wait.
Nicki looked out the window while
saying a silent prayer.
“Lord, you are the only 1 I know
to call on in this situation. You hold the keys to life. Lord, save my husband if
he is in really bad shape. I’m preparing for the worst but hoping for the best.
I know your able, lord I promise to fix my relationship, the one that built off of you. I love that man, and my
daughter that you gave us needs him lord. Please lord let his injuries cut to a
minimum and spare his life. I know I have sinned so please forgive ne. bless
all the doctors hands that are about to touch my husband and cover them with
your blood. Lord I love you, and I know this is a test of my faith but I plan
to pass the test and trial. Love you.
Amen, lord hear my cry.”
Nicki rubbed her belly, the baby
began to move as she sense her mothers tension and anxiousness. But all she
could do was wait
-10 minutes later…
Nicki bust thru the emergency room
doors asking the front counter for Safaree’s Samuels room
“Where is Safaree Samuels room.”
“One second ma’am.”
“I don’t have a damn second let
alone a fuckin mil-a-second now tell me where the fuck my husband is!”
“Ma’am if you don’t calm down I
will have to get you escorted off the premises.”
Nicki stood back to show her she
was pregnant.
“Now if they touch me its going the
fuck down, now tell me where Safaree Samuels is.”
The girl looked up into Nicki’s
eyes giving her the nastiest look she could give while Nickis eyes burned a
hole into her face. The girl face soften as she recognized who she was.
“Nicki Minaj” she said very low.
“Bitch didn’t I say give me his
fuckin room?”
“Sorry HB.” the girl felt stupid
and she recognized what name she said. Nicki heard her say HB but she was to
heated to react and in too much of a rush to stop for chat.
“He’s in room 1208.”
Her and the crew started to run
behind her but they all got stopped in the process.
As Nicki ran all the bad thought
started to go thru her mind as she ran. All she heard was her hard breathing
and the bottom of her flat shoes click to the marble floor of the hospital.
Everybody looked her way as she ran thru and moved out of her way making sure
not to bump her. She looked left then right frantically looking for the number
1208. Tears streamed down her face as she decided to make a left. She had to
stop mid way to catch her breath but she kept walking letting go of her flowing
dress.
“Where is he?” she thought
She made it to the blue hallway
where the 12’s were located and she gathered up her dress and ran towards the
12’s she knew it wouldn’t be long because he was only at 08. Stuff started to
move slow for her as she slowed down and approached the door. The doctor opened
the door and she got a look at Safaree’s face. then he closed the door.
“Open the door please.” Nicki
begged.
“I need to see him.” the doctor
looked at her weird then spoke.
“Who are you ma’am.”
“I am his wife, who the hell are
you?”
“I’m doctor Torres ma’am I am your
husband physician. As you can see he was bruised badly but out of the grace of
god he was not injured to badly. He has a head concussion, a bad one. It
swelled his brain which made him bleed
from his nose and ears. His helmet cracked from hard impact coming down head
first from. He life was spared by that helmet I’m surprised his spine didn’t
crack or sever from the impact. He’s a lucky guy. We put him in a induced coma
so the selling can go down. He will be in a coma for 2 weeks then we will wake
him up IF we see progression. He can hear you so talk to him.” The doctor stop
giving her information because he recognized symptoms of faint coming from
Nicki as she stared in the window at her husband.
“Ma’am?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ok do you feel as
everything is moving slow?”
“Yes how do you know?” he looked
down at her stomach.
“And are you with child?” he knew
automatically she needed a chair.
“Get me a chair and oxygen stat!”
he yelled to the team behind him.
“Yes I am doctor could I sit by him
please.”
“Yes you can!”
He helped her walk into the room as
the nurses scrambled to get her hooked up to oxygen and sat her down in the
chair next to Safaree. Nicki didn’t recognize that she was out of breath she
was just stuck on Safaree.
As she looked at him, he seemed so
weak now. Her eyes traced up his legs slowly. The doctor took her pulse and
told her it was high and that she needed to relax. So she focused on her
breathing for a second. Safaree’s heart rate started to rise as she tried to
calm down because he heard the doctor say she was not calm. She continued to
examined him. His chocolate face as semi cleaned but still had dried blood on
it, she looked to his ear to also see some dried blood left. She saw his
breathing tube and his stomach inflate and deflate as it helped him breathe.
The doctor spoke again as he saw
her breathing was controlled.
“Well Mrs. Samuels as your
breathing is controlled now. Your husband is stable, as you can see its an
extra bed in here for you to stay and your family members can come and visit
him.”
“Um I have a question.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Well you know I’m kinda…. Uh…
famous and he is too. Can e get moved to a more private section of the hospital
please?
“Sure ma’am… Nicki Minaj right?”
“Yes…” she said with a slight
smile.
“We will make you as comfortable as
possible. But I will need for you to rest and not stress. We don’t want you to
experience preeclampsia, pre term labor, or killing the baby even.”
Safaree’s heart rate rose again as
the doctor spoke.
“Also ma’am, we will have to get
you set up to a heart rate monitor and a baby heart rate monitor just to make
sure you to are ok.”
“Ok thank you doctor.”
“No problem, ill leave you time
with your husband.”
The doctor walked out of the door
and Nicki stood up over Safaree and rubbed his face. She fixed the oxygen tubes
that are in her nose so they wouldn’t irritate her. She spoke.
“Hey baby, I hope you can hear me I
love you. Your daughter loves you. Heal fast for me baby, heal fast for her, my
worst nightmare is coming true. Losing you. I thought I would be losing you since
you ere having a baby by some random bitch but this is bigger. You could lose
your life, while I need you. You have to come out of this alright. At least
when you wake up, remember me. She lifted his hand and kissed it then placed it
on her belly. She held it there long enough until she felt her daughter move
towards his hand.
“she knows your touch Faree, she
knows who you are, you gotta come back to us.” She let go of his limp hand and
cried on his chest. His heart rate sped up a little but not a lot. As Nicki sat
down in her seat the door opened.
It was Monica…
Nicki sat up in her seat then stood
up taking off her oxygen. Moinca looked up side Nickis head then ran to
Safaree.
“Bitch you take one more step
towards my husband your ass will end up in one of them hospital bed” Nicki said
point at her.
“excuse me, last time I checked you
kicked him out, you don’t want him. I do so just let me have him” Monica said
upset.
“last time I checked he didn’t want
you, he was fighting for me… oh ho quickly 1 forgets” Nicki said sarcastically.
“Bitch you ain’t gone do shit, and
so the fuck what if he was fighting for you, he know he wasn’t to come with me
and his son. He just gotta get over your light bright ass.” Monica said while folding her arms over her
belly giving Nicki the *bitch what* look.
Nickis crew and all the guys were
allowed to come to the back but they didn’t step in because they saw the door
was closed. But Lauren put her ear to the door to listen.
Monica walked over to Safaree’s bed
enough to grab his hand. She stood there as tears ran down her face. Across
from her Nicki was furious ready to pounce, she snatched his hand from Monica’s
hand.
“I said bitch don’t touch him, you
don’t hear good?” Nicki said while leaning over him.
Nicki didn’t know that every time
something was wrong that he would respond by sending his heart rate up.
“bitch don’t touch me. I’m just as
linked to him as you are that’s why they let me back here.” Monica took a step
back.
“Hoe that probably not even his
baby, you probably fucked so many niggas you probably don’t know who the daddy
is, you only chose him cause he got money. Your ass was probably already
pregnant before you got with him. No let me restate that… before you raped him.
Yo sorry ass better be glad that I didn’t get you arrested. I’m being nice
cause that might be his bastard of a child.” Nicki put her hands on her hips as
she said this.
“Bitch no I wasn’t pregnant when I
GOT with him. You just jealous because I got his son and you don’t, bitch don’t
try to play me cause I got yo husband in the bag. Its nuffin.”
“Bitch you ain’t got shit in the
bag, when it comes out that that’s not his baby, I don’t give a fuck! Pregnant
or not pregnant I’m stomppin yo ass! Don’t fuck wit this one.” Nicki said while
looking her straight in her eye.
“You ain’t gone do shit, you just a
prissy ass Barbie doll who don’t want to chip a fuckin nail.” Monica twirled
her finger at Nicki.
“Bitch I’ma show you a prissy
Barbie doll, I ain’t had these wigs and glam team all my life bitch you betta
ask about me! I will beat yo ass and not think twice about it. Been had blood
on my hands fuck!” Nicki jumped forward.
“What the fuck that suppose to
mean?” Monica as lost by the last line * blood on my hands*
“Bitch keep tryin me and you’ll
find out.” Nicki gave her a harsh look and rolled her neck and eyes.
Nicki turned to Safaree as his
heart rate went up sky high. Nicki grabbed his hand and looked at him. Monica
jumped from the beeping sounds. Lauren busted in the door running to Nicki
hugging her then turned to Monica with the death glare.
“Fuck you here fuh?” Lauren said
with an attitude.
“Who the fuck are you Lauren
captain save a hoe?” Monica threw both her hands up.
“No bitch but I will kill yo ass on
sight next time I see you. You know not to fuck wit me.” Lauren said giving her
a look.
Monica got quiet as a mouse.
Nicki started to take off her flats
she had in mind what she was about to do pregnant and all. The floors were
slippery under her shoes so she threw them to the side. She looked around to
see what she wanted to throw at Monica, she knew she couldn’t lift 10 pounds or
more so she thought wisely. Nicki fled toward Monica but Lauren caught her and
pulled her back.
“You will not, not while my niece
is in there.” she said rubbing her belly.
“Lauren let me tag her ass, I don’t
give a fuck.” Nicki tried to run again but Lauren wouldn’t avail.
The doctor walked in startled
looking at Lauren holding back Nicki while Monica was in defense mode with her
D’s up.
“What’s going on in here?” he looked
from left to right to see if anybody was hurt.
“Get this bitch away from my
husband! Now!” Nicki screamed.
“Whose the wife?” he said confused
because they were both with child.
“Ding, Ding Ding that’s my buzzer,
thank you for hitting it sir.” Nicki said holding her hand up.
“Ok well everybody else has to
leave now.”
“Yeah bitch get the fuck out, and
doctor can you please keep this lady away from my husband. No visit from her.
But that’s ok I’m not going anywhere so I will make sure of it. Filthy ass
piece of shit.” Nicki spat while giggling a little.
“Ok calm down Mrs. Samuels we will
make sure of it.”
Monica looked back at Nicki and
rolled her eyes and spoke.
“Yeah bitch me and this baby will
be the talk of the media to.” Monica said all to confident.
At that point Nicki didn’t care no
more.
“And watch how we tell the police
you raped him, watch how you get ordered from the court a DNA test BEFORE the
baby born! Yeah bitch you ain’t know? They can do that shit right now while yo
ass still pregnant. Watch ya self hoe. Forgot I know people, I got the money
and the power.” Nicki said
Monica didn’t say anything but
walked out the door. The doctor checked Safaree the whole time and became
suspicious of his heart rate. He thought to test it out so he went for it. And
started to talk to Nicki, he also put Nicki on to the test and told her in her
ear don’t say anything.
“Mrs. Samuels, are you ok?” the
doctor asked with a sound of concern.
Nicki didn’t answer right away
automatically Safaree heart rate raced.
“Ok I see, that’s how he is
communicating to you threw his heart rate Nicki. I’m thinking he only does it
when he think someone is harming you.”
“Oh I see, I’m ok Faree calm down.”
Nicki ran to the bed and grabbed his hand.
“Ok Mrs. Samuels your family is out here waiting.”
“Thank you doctor.”
The doctor walked out the door and
closed the door behind him. Nicki looked back to Safaree and sat on his bed by
his waist and spoke to him.
“Baby were fine were ok, even
though I was about to beat that bitch ass! I’m sorry I was about to do that. I
almost forgot I was pregnant, you know how I get. See look you want to feel her
she’s just kicking my ass because I’ve been running and jumping and my heart
rate has been up for the past hour.” Nicki placed his hand on her belly as
their daughter constantly kicked until her blood pressure went normal. As if on
cue Safaree’s heart rate went down to normal. Nicki leaned in and kissed his
lips and placed her forehead on his.
“I cant wait till you get home, we
got mod shit to do son. So wake yo black ass up” she said smiling and laughing.
“I love you Faree… wake up for me
really soon for us. I’ma be here the whole time your sleep. Thru sickness and
thru health right? Yeah you know the kid hold you down” she laughed to herself
and laid her head on his chest and listened as she recognize again that her
heart is in sync with his.
*Hey TM don’t beat my ass!!! I love
y’all and I’m posting soon from no on cause the story is about to take off from
here!! Thanks for reading and comment LOVE @TrebbleBarbie*
