(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 55: Come & Thief

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

February 23, 1994

~Tia's P.O.V~

Plans for today are to stay inside and complete the rest of my schoolwork for the week. So I've pretty much been at the computer and in my books for the past five hours. I would like to actually attend school in the physical sense but due to my busy career, it's not that simple. We start filming in September but I want to finish before going back home in a few days. I'm still in the process of helping my mother plan her wedding. A bam on my hotel room door scared me out of work mode.

My body jumped at the sound of it. I stood up and walked to the door in confusion on who it was standing on the other side of the door. When I looked through the peephole, Donald was on the other side, so I opened the door. The minute I did he pushed it further, slamming it to the wall. Donald was clearly enraged. I walked back cautiously, because I have never seen him like this.

"What is wrong wit-"

"YOU TOOK MY SHIT DIDN'T YOU!?" He yelled out at me slamming the door shut with his foot.

I stood against the wall, my heart dang near beating out my chest. "Wha-"

He slammed his hand against the wall beside my head. Donald was fuming at the mouth and cut me off. "YOU- you took my shit didn't you?" He lowered his tone but it was a threatening one. He pointed a shaky index finger in my face, with his right hand still against the wall.

"I don't know what you're-" My head whipped around to the side as he slammed his hand harder against the wall. There was now a dent in the wall.

"BULLSHIT!" He yelled with droplets of saliva hitting my face. He turned on his heels and searched through my things. I followed him to the bedroom where continued with his search.

Scared and angry I yelled out a shaky, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

He ignored me and continued to look through my things. He got to my purse and dumped it out. Donald's pill bottles that I forgot to dispose of fell on the floor. He looked at me and pushed past me. I walked back to our previous spot where the wall was slightly punched in.

"THEY ALL EMPTY!" He screamed out. "I'm so ti'de of yo ass, Tia."

"DON'T YOU SEE THAT YOU'RE AN ADDICT!?" I yelled at him. He turned around and walked towards me again.

"FUCKIN' BITCH, YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING TELL ME WHAT I AM!" He hit the same place on the wall which happen to be besides my head.

"You are addicted. Look at yourself in the mirror and say that you ain't one. You're doing everything an addict does, Donald." I said softly.

He chuckled menacingly. "You think you know everything. Don't you? Hmm?"

I opened my mouth to speak but his hand went through the wall. My eyes widened in shock. "WELL, YOU DON'T KNOW A GODDAMNED THING!" He yelled in my face breathing hard. "FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT BULLSHIT. TALKIN' ABOUT A FUCKIN' ADDICT!" That hole could've easily been my head. My phone has been ringing back to back for the last minute.

"You hit me here and you won't know what's coming to yo ass." I threatened with a strong tone even though I felt everything but strong.