Aggrophobia (Trey Songz Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Problems

|Gia|

I lied in bed staring at the piece of paper in my hand. Tonight was the night that I was suposed to be with mommy and Tyrell, but I don't think I'll be able to face him. Before he came over to her house, mommy came over to my apartment and gave me a piece of paper with Tyrell's number on it. She told me that he had the answers to all my questions.

I knew she was talking about his disappearance. As much as I wanted to know where and why he left, I didn't want to call him.

"So you're not going over there?" I heard. I looked down at my phone where I saw Josh's face on FaceTime.

"No." I mumbled.

"Well at least call him."

"No, Josh. You don't understand. Your brother and bestfriend didn't leave you while you were getting abused. You don't even talk to any of your siblings."

"Gia, I'm just gonna call you back when you stop bullshitting and decide to call him." He hung up.

I huffed. I didn't need Josh lecturing to me at this moment. He always thinks that he knows the answers to everything when he doesn't. How can he give advice to someone who gives advice for a living? I get paid to do what he's trying to do.

I stood up and went into the bathroom. I stripped naked, then got into the shower. Showers we the best way for me to relieve stress besides running and I couldn't run right now because it wa dark and I could get mobbed or something.

Once I was out of the shower, I called Lauren. I wasn't going to talk to her about what was going on in my life or anything like that, I wanted to consult her with our house search.

"Yes..." She sang in my ear.

"Have you found any houses in our bugdet?" I asked.

"I found a couple, but I don't like them. Have you?"

"Yeah, I found one that I really like. It's three bedrooms and three bathrooms. And it's not that far from work. I spoke to a realtor about it and she said that the house won't be open for visits for a couple months. So we can go look at it soon."

"Alright, text me the details."

"Okay, bye." I said before hanging up.

Hours Later

I stood up from my bed to answer my door that someone was knocking on. It was almost twelve in the morning; why was someone knocking on my door?

When I opened the door, it revealed Andre, holding a little boy in his arms. Was this the son that he had created when he cheated on me?

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"I wanna talk to you. About us."

I laughed. "Andre you are hilarious. You wanna talk about us? We're never getting back together, Andre. And you should've told baby moms that you couldn't do daddy duty if you were gonna come over here and beg for my forgiveness. Goodbye Andre." I closed the door in his face.

I was honestly a little hurt that he brought his child over here. That could have been our child. When Andre and I were together, I was ready to get married and start a family with him, but he said he wasn't ready. The fact that he was in a relationship with the girl he cheated with and had a son hurt me. But why was he over here begging for my forgiveness when he's not even single?

I sighed. There was too much going on right now. I'm having so much problems, and I needed to solve them.

I first problem was my brother. I needed answers and no matter how much I didn't want to talk to him, I couldn't ignore him for the rest of our lives.

I walked back into my room and grabbed the peice of paper that had his number on it. I grabbed by phone and dialed his number.

I sat there for a while just staring at it. It was like I wanted to press the call button because I would be reunited with a loved one, but at the same time, I was terrified to press the button because I hadn't spoken to him in years.

I swallowed my pride and finally pressed the button.

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