by Eureka
Next, I walked into the labor and delivery part of the hospital. When I was recovering back in Chicago, I would always make my way down to the labor and delivery part. That where I always seemed to have gotten peace. And I was hoping to find it there today.
I watched the newborn babies through the glass. My heart ached for them because they knew nothing about how cruel this world could be. Looking at all the little babies made me smile.
I ogled over them a little while longer . . . until I heard a familiar voice singing to one of the babies.
It was Netta. She was so into the baby she hadn’t spotted me watching her. I hid behind a large beam in the middle of the lobby until she finished her visit. “Don’t worry, little munchkin. Mommy will be back to feed you,” I heard her say as she left the nursery to go back to her room. I waited until she was out of sight before I stepped back to the glass to make sure which baby was hers. I wanted her to feel the hurt I felt. I was going to take her precious gift away but thought no, I had something better planned for her.
I blew my little niece a kiss and walked in the hallway toward the direction I saw Netta going. When I got to the second entrance, I heard one nurse asking another nurse to bring medication in room 74, along with Netta’s first name.
I spotted a vase filled with flowers and a few instruments that the medical staff carelessly left out. I was grateful they had been so careless. I picked up the vase full of flowers and a sharp scalpel, and when the nurse left her room, I walked in, holding the vase in front of my face. When I lowered it, by the look on Netta’s face, she could have shit herself.
Smiling, I walked toward her and placed the flowers down on the stand. “Wow, welcome to motherhood, sister, dear,” I sarcastically said.
“E-e-Elana, how did yo—”
“How did I what? Live? Make it out of the hell you and Naheri dealt me?”
“No-no. How did you find me?” she stuttered.
“Oh, don’t worry yourself with that, dear sister. You just gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby, and she is beautiful. Kind of looks like Momma when she was in her glory days.”
She leaned over to push the call button on the side of her bed rail, but I grabbed her by the hand. “Uh-uh. We don’t need anyone to interrupt our little family reunion. Oh, how we have so much to catch up on seeing as how we both are mothers now.”
“Please, don’t hurt my baby. I’ll do anything, please.” Her face was flushed and filled with terror.
I peeped toward the door to make sure no one was coming. “See, sis, I wouldn’t dare touch your baby. After all, I am her aunt. But you, on the other hand, I could care less about.”
Taking the instrument, I sliced her across the wrist. She tried to scream, but I held my hand over her mouth. The blood spewed out of her wrist like rushing water. I held her down until she stopped moving. I made sure she was dead by punching a hole in her neck. Her room was a bloody mess. Before I snuck out of the room, I washed my hands and covered my bloody clothes with a hospital gown that was in her room.
Then I walked back over to the side of the hospital where Junior and Flex were and sat in the waiting room as if nothing happened.
“Code Blue! All medical staff report to room 74. Code Blue!” I heard someone announcing over the PA system. I knew they discovered Netta’s body. At the same moment, one of the nurses that I’d asked to keep me informed about Flex and Junior came and gave me some good news. They both were in recovery and will be okay.
Weeks later, they were released, and I couldn’t be happier. After Netta was found dead, I waited for a while; then I paid a nurse to give me her daughter, and we all flew back on a private plane to Chicago that Minister provided. I named her daughter after the one female I trusted and admired for strength . . . Elana. She will be all of that . . . and more.
