Post by Angel Ashwells on Jun 19, 2009 17:17:35 GMT -5
Stand Still, Look Pretty
I want to paint my face
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even want to look at myself
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say
I wish I could start over
Stand Still, Look Pretty
I want to paint my face
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even want to look at myself
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say
I wish I could start over
Stand Still, Look Pretty
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Angel asked Brandon as he pulled on his shoes. "No, baby, it's fine. If you come with me, we'd have to wake up the kids. Just relax, I'll be back soon. I love you" he replied, kissing her gently before he walked out of the front door. Angel went over and sat on the couch. Brandon was going to the local convenience store to get some milk, eggs, and a few snacks. The kids were up in their rooms sleeping. Angel turned on the TV since there was nothing else to do. Brandon pulled up in from of the store and turned off the car. He got out and went inside the store. He got what he needed to get quickly and paid. He was walking back to his car when someone stepped in his path.
"Hello, cousin..." it was A.J.! "What are you doing here, A.J.?" Brandon asked him through gritted teeth. "I've come to take what is rightfully mine, my daughter and Angel," A.J. stated, pulling a gun out of his pocket and pointing it a Brandon. He shot him once in each shoulder and in the groin. "Now you won't be able to hold her or f**k her ever again. Good-bye, cousin," A.J. said before getting in his car and driving off, leaving Brandon for dead. The cashier called 911 and an ambulance was there within 5 minutes.
Brandon was rushed into the OR as soon as he arrived at the hospital. A doctor called Angel at home. "Hello?" Angel answered the phone. "Mrs. Ashwells?" the doctor said. "Yes, speaking. Who is this?" Angel replied. "This is Dr. Martin up at the hospital. Your husband was just brought in. I need you to come up and fill out some paper work," the doctor said. "Okay, I'll be up as soon as I get someone to watch the kids," Angel replied and hung up. She picked the phone up and called her parents. "Hello?" Alice answered.
"Mom, Brandon is in the hospital. Can you come watch the kids? I need to go up now," she said. "Okay, I'll send your dad up to the hospital to be with you. See you soon, honey." Alice was there in 30 minutes and Angel drove up the hospital. Jasper came into the waiting room an hour later. Angel ran into his arms sobbing.
Then Dr. Martin came out to talk to her. "Brandon was shot three times: once in each shoulder and in the groin. The one to the groin went through his thingy and scrotum, and ruptured his bladder. He is having laparoscopice surgery done now and that will take about 3 hours," Dr. Martin explained. Angel nodded in reply, unable to speak. Jasper pulled her into his lap and she eventually fell asleep. She was still asleep when Brandon was wheeled to his hospital room. Jasper carried her to the room and laid her next to Brandon, so she was with him when she woke up.