𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟰𝟮: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3/4

𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭
📍STL – MO📍

Brooklyn closed her eyes, as the superheated water poured down over her body and rinsed the conditioner out of her hair.

She started taking her braids down after she was settled in the hotel room. After wearing her knotless box braids for almost two weeks, she missed her natural hair and would preferred to have it out.

She stayed in the shower for about thirty minutes, enjoying the hot water on her skin and playing the songs on her Apple Music playlist.

"I know yo true feelings ain't— They couldn't be here, you hear me?" Brooklyn spoke, in unison with the music coming from her speaker. "They gotta be somewhere else."

I ain't worryin' 'bout no fucking, I ain't worried 'bout no fucking
Does sexing on the late night mean that much to you?
My love don't mean that much to you

"Fucking these hoes meant too damn much to you. I just hope when you fucking on that bitch, when you finished. She can say that she love you." Brooklyn basically screamed the song's lyrics as she sang them.

She began washing her body one final time, after all the soap was rinsed from her hair and body she then proceeded to step out of the shower.

To avoid dripping any water onto the ground, Brooklyn put a large white towel around her entire body and another one over her head.

She moved to the sink where everything she needed was set up and started brushing her teeth.

"Does sexing on a late night mean that much to you? My love don't mean that much to you!" As she brushed her teeth and clutched the towel against her body, Brooklyn continued to rap.

After she was done brushing her teeth, she walked back into the room, and sat on the bed. She grabbed her phone and took look at it because she never got dressed immediately after getting out the shower.

It was now a little after eleven p.m, she was able to see.

But Seven was the only thing on her head. She had no idea why, but it was. Since they slept together nearly every single night, she couldn't even imagine going to bed without Seven. They were usually on the phone if they weren't in bed together.

"It hurt me to my heart the way our love ended. I blame you, you the reason I don't trust bitches." When Brook heard her speaker from across the room, she murmured the lyrics.

Before deciding to turn her phone off again, Brooklyn made the decision to send a text to each one of her family and friends to let them know that she was fine and she just needed some space.

Brooklyn's feelings were indescribable; even if she tried, she couldn't explain them to anyone. Even now, she struggled to understand her own emotions.

Before starting to put on her clothes, she started applying lotion and all the other oils she needed for her body as she tried to push all of her thoughts away.

She was dressed in pink hoodie, bra, and all-gray leggings. Nothing too much—she just simply wanted some peace and quiet in the chilly room.

Brooklyn took out her laptop and started working on things linked to her work and other things also— which were mostly bills.