Best Dressed Lie (Keisha Jackson) (13 page)

puzzle and a nightmare that would destroy her life. This
woman was going to stop at nothing. Although she was in
pain, she wanted revenge on Bill and the first steps of her plan
succeeded.
Bill finally came to the conclusion that he had to go ahead
and get it over with. Keisha was blowing his phone up and
this woman wasn’t budging unless he helped her to the car.
“Get up! Get your ass up!” he shouted.
“I’m trying to get up! Stop being a little bitch and grab my
hand, Bill. I need your help getting up!”
He grabbed her hand and forcefully yanked her up. He
nearly pulled her should out of its socket. ”Ouch! That hurt.”
“You need to…”
Before he could finish his sentence, she fainted. ”Damn
it!” At that moment, hatred got the best of Bill. He felt like
dumping her body at the nearest dumpster.

I was impatiently waiting for Bill at the hospital. I called
his phone numerous times and he didn’t answer. “Where are
you Bill?” I asked myself.

“Keisha!” Amy shouted, bursting through the curtains that
separated my cubicle from the other patients.
“Oh my goodness, Amy you scared me! What’s wrong?”
“I thought you were in labor!” she said, passing my
sweater to me.
“Did you bump into Bill?”
Amy hesitated. “It was dark and the sweater was lying on the
floor as soon as I opened the door. If he was there, I didn’t see
him.”
“Well, he’s not answering the phone. I’m getting worried.
This is not like Bill. He would never ignore my call. Do you
think he’s hurt or something?” I said, tearing up.
“No he’s fine Keisha, don’t stress yourself out. He’ll be here,
be patient. Okay?”
There was a discreet knock on the door. “It’s him.” I
exclaimed excitedly.
“Ms. Jackson, the doctor is discharging you tonight.
You’ve only dilated two centimeters. We’re getting your
discharge papers together. Before you leave he also has some
important blood work results to give you,” the nurse said.
I was upset when the knock on the door wasn’t Bill. I
couldn’t understand why he wasn’t here. What could he
possibly be doing that was more important than answering
my call? I’m sure he got the numerous messaged I left on his
voicemail.
“Thank you, nurse. Amy, will you take me home?” I
sobbed.
“Sure, I’ll take you home. I’m going to pull my car around
to the front entrance.”
“Okay,” I said, flatly.
Amy rushed down
stairs. She was
almost out
the front
entrance when she noticed Bill’s car pulling up. She slowly
walked over to the car. She snatched the door open and the
other woman nearly fell out. “Bill! Have you lost your damn
mind?”
“What was I supposed to do with her? She’s up to her nogood ways again. She showed up…”
“Spare me the details, I was there. I heard every word.”
“Amy, please tell me you didn’t mention any of this to
Keisha!”
“Why would I?” she said. “Look, you need to get it together. I
can’t keep digging you out of every hole you fall in. I like
Keisha a lot and it hurts me to my heart to keep this from
her!”
Bill grabbed Amy’s face and forced her to kiss him. “Thank
you, I owe you. Just like ole times. We were a great team,” he
said, caressing her face. She slapped his hand away. “You’re
pathetic! Get her checked in and hurry up because Keisha is
on her way down! Did she bring that kid?”
“I don’t know where she left the kid and don’t care. I need
to get her out of sight.”
Bill threw her arm around his neck and led the way to the
check-in counter. The woman
was
going in
and out
of
consciousness. She was moaning and groaning, “It hurts so
badly.”
“Sir… Do you need a wheelchair?” the receptionist rushed
over. The woman was holding her side and her face was a
mask of pain.
Bill did
not
want
to be involved so he lied to the
receptionist, “Yeah, I found her on the side of the road. She
told me she had pain on her left side.”
“Nurse!” the receptionist yelled.
“Does she have any identification?” she asked Bill.
“I have her purse. I’ll see if she has anything in there.”
Bill searched through her purse to see if she had a
driver’s license. “Here,” he said handing it over to the lady.
The receptionist took the ID and the nurse sat her in the
wheel chair. “What’s her complaint?” the nurse asked while
she rolled her towards the back.
“She has pain on her left side.”
“I need an armband for her, quickly!”
The receptionist hurriedly keyed in some of her information.
The rest of it populated without any further input.
“She’s on the transplant list,” She said.
Bill heard the receptionist and asked, “Did you say
transplant?”
“Actually it’s against hospital policy to give out any
information. I’m sorry Mister….”
He hesitated, “Bill…”
“We will try our best to find her relatives. Looks like she
has
some contacts
in
her
file. Is
this
all her
personal
belongings?” she said, holding the woman’s purse.
“Yes. That’s all she had with her when I found her,” he
lied.
“Okay. Thank you Mister Bill. We’ll handle it from here.”
Bill walked off headed to the door. He heard Keisha
call his name. He didn’t know if she knew he was there or
what he was up to with the woman. He turned around and
played it off. “Baby, they got me running all over the hospital
looking for you.”
Amy was standing beside her giving Bill the side eye. “It
was a false alarm.” She smiled, reaching for a hug.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it in time. I really need to get my
phone checked. The battery can’t seem to hold any charge to
it,” he said, looking at Amy as he hugged Keisha.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you. Promise me we’ll never fight
again. All that matters is you’re here and I love you.”
He
kissed her
cheek,
leaned towards
Amy,
and said,
“Thank you for caring for my wife. You’re always there at the
right time. Thanks for being a great friend.”
She forced a smile, “My pleasure. I’ll always be there.”
Once they got me in the car and situated, Amy got in her car
and drove off. “I’ll call to check on you later babe.”
“Okay. Thanks Amy. I love you,” I said.
We were half way home when I realized I forgot my sweater
again. “Oh my goodness.”
“What’s wrong?” Bill asked. “I forgot my sweater. That’s
not cool after Amy went out of her way to pick it up from the
library for me. Since I’m on the subject, I have something to
tell you.”
Right
in
the middle of me telling him about
the
investigator and him finding my sister, Bill interrupted me,
“Tell me about it later. My main concern is you and the baby
right now. I want you to be stress free and rest. Once I get you
settled in, I’ll run back and get the sweater. Okay?”
I didn’t like his response, but respected his wishes. I
really didn’t feel like discussing the issue anyway.” Thanks
baby.”
We finally arrived home. My ankles were about to give
out. My feet swelled and I was miserable. All I could think
about was my bed. He helped me out of the car and got me
into the house. “Baby I’m so tired, all I want to do is sleep.” I
groaned, holding the bottom of my stomach.
“I know baby.” He put my things on the table and slowly
walked me to the bedroom. “Do you need to change or
shower?”
“No, I’m too tired. I just want to lay down.”
He tucked me in, kissed my forehead and asked, “Do you want
me to go back and get the sweater tonight?
Little did I know, he wasn’t concerned about my sweater,
he had another agenda.
“Sure if you insist. I thought you wanted to wait until
tomorrow being I just go home.”
“I don’t want to take any chances on it getting lost.”
“Babe, I can buy another sweater.”
For some odd reason, he was eager to go back to that hospital
and leave me. “Fine baby, just hurry back. Okay?”
He kissed me and headed towards the door. “I’ll be back as
soon as possible. Call me if you have pain. I think my car
charger is in the kitchen drawer.”
My eyes were shutting as I spoke, “Bye babe. Drive safe.”
Bill was not out the door ten minutes before my phone rang.
“Babe you just left,” I mumbled into the phone.
“Miss Jackson…Keisha Jackson?” a woman spoke.
I responded in a sleepy tone with my eyes closed, “This is
Keisha. Who is this?”
“I’m calling from Florida Hospital. We have a patient here
with you listed as one of her contacts.” Amy was the first
person that came to mind because Bill had just left. I sat up
quickly, “What happened?!”
“A patient by the name of Kayla Richards was brought in.
She was found on the side of the road by a stranger.”
“Oh my God, Is she okay? Is her daughter with her?” I was
shocked.
“What was Kayla doing in Florida?” I wondered.
“I just left there. My fiancé is on his way there. I’m going
to try to drive myself out there.”
“Okay. Thank you,” the nurse replied.
I didn’t mention the reason I was there because I didn’t
feel like hearing any suggestions to stay in bed. Kayla needed
someone and I was going to be there for her for the sake of
her daughter Kelsey. Poor child had been through hell. It was
time for Kayla to put this mess to rest and let her child live a
normal life.
I dialed Bill’s number and like always, it went straight to
voicemail. I grabbed my car keys and wobbled out the door.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t’ undress.”