Sabian 'Sire the Don' Savage is in the prime of his career, as his music is reigning on the top of the charts and the media will do anything to get close to the mogul. While in the public eye he has everything a man could want, a flourishing career...
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The sound of loud knocking found its way to Sabian - who had been buried under the black and white checkered Duvet for days. He had slept so much, he wasn't tired at all. Even so, his body felt heavy, his eyes too sore to keep open for moments at a time, and his emotional well being...that was another story.
It felt like a mack truck had slammed into him, smushing him, but leaving him conscious to feel the pain afterwards. It's this what love felt like? Maybe he shouldn't have been so thirsty to experience real love for the first time - maybe he should've just did what other nigga's did, especially in the industry; fuck a slew of bad bitches, send them home the next day and do it all over again the next. It sounded fun in theory, but Sabian knew that nothing or no-one would invoke the same pleasure that Kadence had.
At first, he told himself he would hate his brother for the rest of his life. J.R better hope he could go into retirement with the pawn-shop payout of all the jewelry Sabian purchased him throughout the years - because the next time any of his family saw him, it'd be at his funeral - the exception being Sienna. But in reality he knew deep down that the real reason everything had fallen apart was because of him.
If he had been a man from the beginning. Told his parents that he didn't want to sign over his life to a woman he barely knew, didn't want to be this big family name for reasons that had little to nothing to do with the real him, but what people thought of him.
If he had been true to himself, none of the pain, guilt, or overall patheticness would be present at that moment. But he hadn't - causing him to lose the most important thing to him. Ms. Kadence Davine.
He still couldn't believe she was gone, but if he were being totally honest, he could. He expected her to hide a very important part of her life to her family and friends, ultimately creating friction with the people who were there before him. He hadn't done her any good in the last couple of months, so maybe letting her get back to her life was the best thing....nah it couldn't be. He felt sick.
"Damn man, I thought I was gon' have to 302 yo ass." Cash said, once his best friend finally opened the door for him.
Sabian rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the lighting, "What up?" was his dry response.
Cash twisted his mouth at the lack of a comeback, which was usually loaded up and ready. He could tell his boy was going through it. The internet was giving him hell, along with the people in his life who really believed he had done one of the slimiest things - all the while Brittany had received so much support and accolades for her strength. She was eating it up, milking the situation for all that it could offer.
"Nigga, it's been two weeks that's what's up." Cash stood in mid entry way, hands in his pockets, "The label been blowing my shit up, for you. Apparently along with not washing yo ass..you haven't been returning phone calls. I get that this shit with Kaden-"
"Damn, it's been two weeks?" Sabian cut him off, only for the sake of not having to hear her name.
Cash took a breath, "Yeah, bro...it has. Matterfact, let's chill out on the couch and talk about it."
