Find The One (Original book one)

Again

Abel

I feel like a tick tok bomb about to explode any second now as I pace back and forth.

"I know this is tough, but stressing like this won't make a difference." La Mar speaks.

"That's easy for you to say, you're not the one with a possibility of a baby being yours." I speak as place both hands on my head and continue to pace.

I want to forget this is happening, but lexi keeps insisting that's she's six months pregnant with my child. I messed with her a few times before I went on tour, and I haven't seen her since then.

I lost interest in messing with her, but I kept doing it anyway for the fuck of it. La Mar said he ran into her yesterday when he went out to buy himself food.

He seen her bump with his own eyes, and she's very much pregnant.

I sat down on the couch and try my best to blow off some steam.

I have to deal with the consequences when it comes to shit like this. I'm the one who got myself into it. I can't blame anybody but myself. I'm taking a risk when I do what I do no matter how careful I am.

The crew walks into my crib as if they live here.

"Ya'll bring some strong good shit? I could really use some right now." I ask as I drift my eyes to all the guys.

I watch as they fill the coffee table space with bottles of promethazine, codeine, jolly ranchers, and bottles of sprite. Hyghly takes one of the white paper cups from the stack and prepares the purple drink just the way I like it. It's been a while since I last had a sip of lean, but this should help get my mind right.

The crew smoked so much weed, I found myself inhaling that shit to the point I couldn't concentrate to breath. The drugs caused my body to feel strange sensations I love. Drowsiness and dissociative in parts of my body. I'm in a relaxed state of mind to the point noises around me didn't faze me.

I ticked the rest of the day away in a room surrounded by bad bitches and drugs.

I haven't partied hardcore like this for months due to tour. I take performing serious because I don't like to disappoint my fans. I never want to be too fucked up to the point I can't give them a show.

I have a show on sunday so I make sure to go all out tonight.

Eventually the night ends and I'm left alone at my crib. I sleep like a fucking baby, but that sleep is not pleasant when lexi haunt my fucking dreams.

I can't wait any longer, I need those results back so I can move on with my life.

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Stefany (Sunday Night)

I never once in my life felt this nervous to attend a concert.

I'm usually full of life, energy, and excitement, but right now, my stomach is churning so bad I want to puke my guts out. Amara should be here any minute so I can help do her hair and make up.

I place my phone in my purse and make sure I have everything I need. A second later, I'm letting a very happy Amara in with a bag in her hand.

I faintly smile back and give her a hug.

When she scans my outfit, she frowns. "You're not going to the concert like that, right?" She asks.

I look down at my outfit. "What's wrong with it?"

I watch as she places her bag on the couch and pulls out t-shirts. "It's cute, but I need you to put this on."

Amara hands me one and I take it. I hold it up to my face and roll my eyes. "I'll pass."