"Where did my wife go?" I noticed she wasn't on the couch anymore and I got scared.
"I have no idea for real..." everybody was saying so I scanned the room looking for whoever left too cause whoever left with her is getting they ass killed.
I got up and walked out the room and started walking next to all the studio doors and shit.
I heard little cries in whimpers which sounded like my fucking wife.
I would never cry over no bitch but maybe a little tear or something.
Fiona
"What do you mean" I cried into my brothers arm, "Autumn...I mean Fiona...why did they lie to you? About everything. I'm 26 and we're 10 years apart. You're not 18, you're 16. Your name isn't even Fiona" he spoke grabbed my face to make me stop crying
"Then why did my mom call me Fiona then?" I pushed him away angrily pouting, "maybe because nobody has seen you in 14 years and she was dying so her memory is bad" he grabbed me back for comfort
"I don't believe you!" I yelled at him before T burst through the door with a...gun?!
"T" I cried getting off the bed and walking to him ignoring the red light flashing in the darkness
"That's my sister Dude put the gun down" Stokes got up from the bed not even fazed by the gun either....
"Then why the fuck is she crying?" T yelled wrapping his arm around me, "NO don't tell him" I cried throwing my arm towards my brother to silence him.
"I'll tell you later, let's just go home"I attempted climbing him so he can pick me up but he didn't even try.
"Tell me what's going on? Or I'm not taking you anywhere. Stop crying" he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I didn't do anything wrong?" I wiped the tears off my face and stepped back to get a good look at him.
"Then tell me what happened? You won't tell me then I'll leave" he stared down at me then his mother came along with others to see what's going on.
"Trippie? You know how I told you I never seen a Brownskin redhead unless it was my sister?" My brother said and Trippie nodded yes "exactly bro. That's my sister"
"Wait..,.but you're 26 so she's...." Trippie gasped at the realization
"How old are you? Actually...." His face was full of disgust.
"It's not her fault bro. They were lying to her and her fucking name ain't even Fiona. It's Autumn." He protested but it wasn't working
"Fiona?" He asked and it felt like it was his last time ever speaking so I answered
"Six-teen.." I whispered looking down at my mixed match socks.
"Come on dawg"he groaned grabbing my hand and leading me outside.
"Are...you? Are you? Are you gonna break up with me?" I cried once we got in the car but to no avail. "T, are you going to break up-" I spoke before he interrupted me "I want you to shut up before your asthma flairs up and you die." He turned his face to me while stopping at a red light.
I buried my head in my knees silently crying until we reached an hotel. "Why aren't you talking to me anymore?" I grew frustrated at how he hasn't spoken since the situation. I just needed him to say something.
"Get out the car Fiona" he put the car in park and walked into the building without me.
I quietly followed and stood beside him once I found him while he ordered a room for 2 days.
The lady gave him 2 cards and he placed one on my hand and I firmly grabbed it.
He took the stairs and I followed behind him before he stopped me. "Get in the elevator. We aren't going to the same room" he spoke avoiding eye contact with me.
I held in my tears until I reached my room on the 12th floor, and opened my door flopping on the bed bursting in tears.
Nothing ever goes my way and I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it. It doesn't even make sense. Why would nobody say this to me. What the fuck even is that place I was in. Why would you lie about that.
Even though T is like 21 I really hope he still wants me. I didn't want us to end like this. I love him...so so much
