Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Alastair Diaz-

"What the fuck do you want." I grit to Elliot, he shrugs leaning against the wall "I heard you have someone else living here now, is that true?" He tells me.

"I'm surprised, I thought you'd still be mourning your little girlfriend's death." He says with amusement, my jaw clenches.

"I have no idea what you mean, Elliot." I say, he sighs "really? So then what are these that I have?" He takes something out of his pockets.

Tossing photos on the desk near him, I walk towards it, pulling the photos closer to me. Aliyah.

I look at him, Elliot's smirking at me "shes good looking isn't she?" He said. My fist tightened "I knew she was living here, tell me, have you two fucked yet? Her and I unfortunately never got to that part." He frowned.

"What are you talking about." I grit. "Oh, she didn't tell you? Aliyah and I, we go way back." Elliot says, smirking at me.

"Have fun with my sloppy seconds." He's about to leave but stops "oh and one more thing, you kinda have to push her to do the things you want. A few words, a few hits gets her doing anything, although, not sex." He says.

Before I can respond he left. My eyes fall back on the photo, grab my lighter from the drawer, and bring them to the trash, burning each one.

Watching them turn to ashes.

Elliot and I have been enemies for a few years now recently, accusing me of killing his girlfriend. But deep down, I know exactly who did it.

And why they did it.

When they did it and everything.

But now Elliot's words are registering in my mind. Aliyah. He knew her. She knew him.

What if Selena really was telling the truth.

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It's early in the morning, I didn't sleep last night, I've been working. I'm on my six joint right now. I've been trying to figure out everything about those two.

About how they know each other, when they met, how, why everything.

I check the time, it's eight a.m. she could possibly be up. I slam my computer shut, and get up throwing the blunt out.

I leave my office and go to Aliyah's room, knocking softly on her door, no answer.

Situations run through my mind, I open her door, she's not in here. "Aliyah?" I say, nothing.

I walk into her room, looking around "Aliy-" her bathroom door opens "yeah?" She asks, I let out a sigh of relief "We need to talk about something." I say.

She tilts her head "about what?" She asks softly, I run a hand through my hair "did something happen?" She asks walking close.

This isn't a good idea.

"Who was that nightmare about." I ask, Aliyah's eyes widen "oh- I-" she stutters

"Who."

Aliyah sighed "my ex boyfriend.." she mumbles, so they did know each other? "Name?" I ask, Aliyah looks at me, trying to figure out if I'm kidding.

"Name."

"Elliot." She tells me, I nod my head slowly "why the fuck would you date him." I grit, I don't know if it's jealously or genuine concern, but I need to know why she dated him.

Aliyah stares at me "well, it's not like I knew he would've treated me like that,he was really sweet in the beginning of the relationship but- I don't know, he just- it all just flipped." She says