a/n: y'all slack on the comments🤨.
- awful things//15 - cinira (nyiah)'s pov -
- june 16th 2022 -
chris flicks his lighter and uses his hand to brings it to his black and mild. the black lights after a few tries and once he satisfied with the way it's lit, chris rolls over and stretches his hand out to grab his phone off my nightstand.
i lean up from the headboard, taking in my room. i haven't been in here lately.
when i pushed aaliyah in front of a truck, i ran as fast as i could, as far as my legs could take me, and somehow i ended up at chris doorstep. he ended letting me sleep over for a few nights 'cause his momma wasn't home but since his momma come home tonight, i had to go. chris had to go too since his momma kicked him out for awhile.
i think she had kicked him out 'cause she caught him smoking but ion' know all the details. since he ain't have no where to go and i didn't have anywhere else to run, i came home and he came with me.
i'm scared as hell though 'cause what if police come?
aaliyah ain't stupid. she was nowhere near that truck so it'd be really hard to play it off as a rescue attempt.
i was trying to kill her but i didn't push hard enough so she's still alive. aaliyah's alive and if nothing i did to her warrants for my arrest - this will and that makes me sick to my stomach 'cause i didn't do anything wrong, i just got upset.
everyone gets upset but when i get upset i'm a bad person?
"i'ma connect my phone to yo speaker," chris mumbles.
i look ahead, not responding. minutes after, i sit up and balance myself on my knees, feeling around for a shirt to wear since chris threw mine somewhere in the room when we started making out earlier. i find chris so i just put it on.
"what you doin'?" he asks over the music. "that's my shirt."
"i just need to wear it to the kitchen really quick."
"give me my shirt."
i sigh deeply feeling my face get hot. chris is so fucking selfish and petty for no reason. i should stretch this shit out. i for real wanna rip it apart 'cause if i can't have it, why should he have it?
i hate chris. he's nothing like aaliyah. he's worse. i'll never hurt him like i hurt aaliyah though.
chris cheats on me all the time, but i would never push him down a flight of stairs because of it. i wouldn't push him in front of truck. i wouldn't let elevator doors slam on his hand, and i would never drug him.
i don't know why 'cause if anything, i think he deserves to be treated the way i treat aaliyah more than aaliyah deserves it.
shaking off thoughts of the comparisons between aaliyah and chris, i walk out my room and downstairs, entering the kitchen. i open the refrigerator as aniyah says something.
"people eat in here, wear a shirt."
"shut up," i grab an orange and close the refrigerator door.
"where have you been?" she asks and i choose not to say anything in response.
i raise the knife i just picked up and let it slice the orange into two. at the moment- there's a knock at the door.
i look at the door then at aniyah and she gets up to answer it. she unlocks the door and opens it, revealing two police officers. "is this the residence of cinira brooks?"
"yeah, she right there." aniyah glances back at me for hot second.
the other police looks past aniyah and looks at me. "we're friends of dr. arthur davis and his wife, kaia. we understand you witnessed a near accident involving their daughter and a ten wheeler semi-trailer truck a couple days ago."
