AN URBAN NOVEL |
Ace and America - A woman and a man with a close relationship can sometimes be hard to maintain, especially when there are so many setbacks that are standing in the way.
These two rebels are on the prowl for money. In the large cit...
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track #14: Too Deep – Kehlani
"Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up OR get rid of what weighs you down."
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AMERICA could feel the walls closing in on her.
She didn't care if what Josui was talking about in her shop was bullshit. It was somehow relieving to sit on her bathroom floor with her back against the wall, panting and gasping for the air that she couldn't seem to find. She clutched her chest up until the point where she had handfuls of her sweater in her hands, and wrinkled it to provide herself with some support.
She'd felt this feeling many times before. Like she couldn't breathe, and like everything around her was crumbling. Almost like the world didn't want her to see another day. She didn't need to put her hand against her chest to feel her irregular, rapid heart-beat. It drummed on its own, poking out past the skin that was there. Her heart ached. It was maybe even a bit broken.
And she could have been overreacting, but she didn't know how to handle the news of Cassie's abrupt pregnancy, especially when Ace had been dealing with her for God knows how long. If Josui was right, then America thought about all of the possibilities that could've potentially ruined everything that she'd come so far to assemble.
Ace couldn't be tied down to Cassie for eighteen years. Not when he'd sort of gotten rid of her.
If the baby was even his.
If Cassie was even pregnant.
She hoped Josui was wrong.
America's mini, near-death experience was put to a pause when there was a ring of the doorbell, followed up by a knock on the door. She cleaned up her face with the back of her hand and let out one hard, good sniffle. As she sat up straighter on the bathroom floor, she swallowed away the dryness in her throat and got real still, staring at the tiled floor that she probably shouldn't have been sitting on.
