Pained Promises

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| Jhené POV |

"Jamal please," I mutter sitting up, my silk night shirt clinging to my damp chest. I wipe my forehead with my forearm and look to my right.

4:52 am glares off of the silver alarm clock on my nightstand. I know it won't go off until 5 so I take advantage of the opportunity. Allowing myself to seep back into my dream, I mentally smile at the level of relaxation I've reached.

The distorted alarm sounds off snatching me away from my much needed sleep. My mind wanders over to the housing applications I should've filled out last night. Sighing I lifelessly drape my legs over the left side of my queen sized bed.

My feet touch the ground and a slight tinge of paranoia flows throughout my body. I stand on my two feet and just stay there, staring at the ground.

Turning around I kneel in front of my bed and fold my hands effortlessly in praying position. I take a few moments to understand my status in my life and mentally thank God for everything that I have.

"Dear Lord,

Thank you for being there for me when everyone turned their backs on me. Thank you for waking me up this morning dear Father, I appreciate it. Thank you for being my confidant because I have no one. Thank you for being my father, brother and teacher everyday. Thank you for all of the blessings that you send my way.

In Jesus name, Amen."

Getting up for the second time I head towards my exclusively all white bathroom. Turning the left faucet widely and the right faintly I prepare to brush my teeth.

I make a mental note to pay Dr. Javon and his new wife a visit, it's been a while since I last seen the man who saved my life.

Spitting into the sink I rinse my toothbrush and turn off the faucets after washing my face thoroughly. I drop my robe and step into my clear shower triggering the motion set shower head.

Hot strands of water hit my skin and I begin washing up. Closing my eyes I ease shampoo into my hair and quickly scrub the shampoo into my scalp.

Finishing my hygienic routine I ease back into my room slipping into a pair of black yoga pants, a burgundy h&m sweater and all black huaraches.

In about half an hour I whip up waffles, eggs, bacon and a side of strawberries and pineapples and devour my meal in 15 minutes tops.

Throwing my plates into the dishwasher after already washing them I run upstairs and quickly apply a small layer of foundation to my somewhat pale skin.

Rushing I grab my bag and dart out of the house. Damn I should've turned in my paperwork on time.

| Calvin's POV |

"Renaye!" I call out her name while reviewing our bank statements for the month once again. $4000 for just one pair of shoes? Why didn't my friends talk me out of getting a joint account with her?

I swear when you got a girlfriend, your money becomes her money and her money somehow is just her money. I hear her footsteps causing me to look up.

"What do you think?" She asks twirling around in the shoes that cost more than my entire outfit. I sigh and place my index finger and thumb on the bridge of my nose.

"Baby it really doesn't matter to me that you're spending this much but I need you to give me a heads up when you're about to spend 1/8 of my college tuition." I say to her trying to keep frustration from my voice.

"Shut up Calvin. It's my money too. I swear you think you're big shit now cause of all that money." She mutters dismissing my complaint.

"You're right it is our money since we're now engaged. Let's not forget you were wearing regular heels with red paint on the bottom of them when I first met you." I fire back at her.