ROSE

VIII

•Aaliyah•

I was numb. I didn't know what to do.

Corrine was standing outside the door, and I was stuck doing the mannequin challenge.

"I-uh sorry, I didn't know someone was occupying this room tonight," she said, walking away.

At that moment, instant rage overheated my body.

"You're bullshitting right now. Are you fucking kidding me?!" I only got louder the more I opened my mouth.

I assumed she had her head up her ass tonight because she didn't even acknowledge me.

That's fine; she had a taste of my attitude in the hospital. We're in a fresh setting now. I'm gonna be on full display.

"I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!" I yelled, stomping the floor.

She stopped in her tracks, turning around with a look I could slap off her face.

"Bro, I'm not in the mood for this tonight," she laughed with a smug look.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE ANY FUCKS WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR BITCH?!"

"Why are you yelling? Shhh. " She put her index finger on her lips, smirking.

That was it, and you know they say "two strikes and you're out". At least that's what I say.

Charging after her, I aimed my flying fist at the back of her head.

Facing assault and on the ground, I hopped on top of her and continued hitting her.

While gripping her throat, I slammed her head on the ground over and over, followed by blows to her face.

"YOU STUPID DUMB BITCH!" I continued to hit her face as sweat formed on my forehead.

I heard loud footsteps in multiples coming for me as this bitch pepper-sprayed me in the face.

"AHHH FUCK! YOU FUCKING CUM RAG!" I fell back, kicking her with everything in me.

The pain in my eyes overwhelmed me as I felt a body jump on me.

"Get...off," I panted, swinging my hands with force.

I can't see, and I don't know who I'm hitting, but I know I'm fucking their ass up.

"Aaliyah-fuck.. stop hitting me, bitch!" the person said, pinning my arms on the floor.

"Who's...a...bitch...you mother...fucker?" Speaking through gritted teeth as I jolted in every direction.

Tired but not letting up, I could feel my wounds bleeding.

"Aaliyah, stop hitting me, damn it! It's Milo!" the voice spoke again, hinting at pain.

Once they pinned me down again, I surrendered.

Panting, I lay there crying.

"What in the living fuck is going on?!" Niko screamed.

I flinched a little, turning my head toward the voice.

"She just attacked me... out of nowhere! Why the fuck is she here?!"

"Corrine, lower your fucking tone right now!" You can tell he was in killer mode.

"I-I'm sorry," she murmured.

"Yeah, you dumpster fucking prostitute, shut the fuck up."

"Milo, get her out now before I fuck her up."

*Aaliyah's Room*

"MILO, put me the fuck down!" I hit his back as he tossed me on the bed.