aaliyahs story (short)

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DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY BOOK "IM YOURS", IT WONT MAKE SENSE














"aaliyah! i asked you to grab your fucking bag!" my mom scolds, slapping my arm.

i jump up and blink a couple times, realizing i'm not in the house with billie, i'm still in the car.

"i-
"i don't wanna hear it. these people are paying me a fortune so don't fuck this up!" she demands.

i grab my bag and get out of the car. we walk up to the house, and it looks nothing like billies house.

"mom, where did billie go?" i ask, gripping my bag firmer. "what? billie? who is that?" she questions.

"n-nobody, never mind." i shake my head. the door opens and it isn't billie, it's a big smelly oily fat man with grease stains on his wife beater.

"please, come in." he smirks, looking at my breasts. i whimper and cover my boobs discreetly with my bag.

i guess i must've just imagined that my favorite singer was my new owner...

a/n
GUESS WHO'S BEEN SELF HARM FREE FOR 15 DAYS BITCH JFTNFJEJFJE

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