Heyyyyy guys I'm finally back with an idea given to me by someone special. Decided to do a sequel to my first chapter with Sadéya's roommate Tanya!
As you know our good sis was headed out the door to see her family for Winter break, we'll be starting with her touchdown in her hometown Boston, Massachusetts!
AN: I've never been to Boston so please don't kill me if things I describe don't sound like Boston.
Character names:
Tanya Wilson (Ta-on-ya Wilson)
Waylon Hearton (Waylon Heart-tin)
Play the song in the upper part for your full enjoyment and just in case you cannot access it (bc Wattpad sucks sometimes). Shake You Down by Gregory Abbott. Play it when Tanya leaves for the club.
TRIGGER WARNING: physical violence against a woman and attempted sexual assault. Read at your own discretion.
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."God I swear, everytime I get on a damn plane my motherfucking ears are always popping." I muttered to myself while walking down the terminal with my two big ass carryon bags. You could've sworn I was packing for a two month trip.
Looking at my watch I noticed it was 1:30 pm. It took a whole ass four hours to get from Vermont to Massachusetts.
"Damn I hope Sadéya is okay, that storm is crucial. I'm gonna text her before I turn in for the night." I say as I'm walking out the airport to catch a taxi to my hotel room. I love my family but I cannot stand their crazy asses. I need my peace and quiet. I also don't want to deal with being slut shamed.
I admit I like to sleep around and dress provocatively. I love seeing men fall over themselves trying to get to me. I don't just sleep with anyone, well except that time going to Vegas....that was an adventure, plus I'm always safe. Safe sex is the best sex, remember that kids.
I usually don't come home for winter break because like I said I like my peace and quiet, however this time was different. The notorious biker gang known around Boston and specifically from my neighborhood, The Mourning Stars were back in town for their annual Christmas charity parade. I heard they had a new President and apparently he was hot and I was going to try to get a piece of him before I had to go back to school.
I was able to get a taxi that took me straight to my hotel that would be near supposedly where The Mourning Stars would be and close enough to my mama's house just incase she decided to throw a fit about me not being close to her. It was a 3 hour drive but it was nice. Of course as soon as I told her I made it to the hotel she called me.
"Hey mama, what's up?"
"Don't you, hEy mAmA wHaT's uP me. Tanya Celeste Wilson, why is your narrow behind booking a hotel room for your stay instead of coming over to the house. It's like you don't love me anymore." She practically whines through the phone.
Sighing, I adjust my phone on my shoulder while holding my bags and getting my key card to my room walking to the elevator. Waiting another second to think about my response while pressing the up button to the elevator, I replied " Momma you know I love you, but I don't get the privacy or quiet I need when I come over for the holidays. I don't necessarily always have work to do when I do come down here but I am nearing my senior year in college and I have a lot of projects to complete."
Knowing I was lying my ass off, I had finished all my work at school so I wouldn't have to do anything over the break.
"Mmm alright baby but I miss you. You're getting all grown on me and soon you're gonna forget your mama out there in the big world. You're just so smart and beautiful honey, the next thing I know you're jetting off....." My mom's voice was slowly fading into the background as I got this weird feeling like someone or something was watching me.
Goosebumps seemed to rise on my arms instantaneously as the feeling intensified, making me feel weary.
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