Saving Aliyah (editing)

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-Alastair Diaz-

"So why am I here again?" Bianca asked me, sitting on my bed, she was my assistant, but the way she talked to Aliyah is making me reconsider her position.

"I need to keep my distance to protect her." I say, Bianca hums "yeah, she seems too childish for what you do." Bianca said.

My jaw tightens. "Don't talk about my wife life that." I grit, I know I was rude to Aliyah.

But if I had to make her hate me to keep her safe, I'll have to do what I can.

I sighed "so what, I'm just here?" She asked, I look at her "excuse you?" I say "you brought me here for what?" Bianca asked me.

"You fucking agreed to this." I pinch the bridge of my nose "yeah, I didn't realize we'd just talk."

I turn towards her "what are you implying."

She shrugged "don't know, but we could do something else then talk." She gets up and walks towards me.

Before she can even put a hand on me I grab her wrist "get out of my house." I say

"What?"

"Out. Now." I say, she scoffs "why the fuck-"

"You're fired."

Bianca scoffed, and finally left, slamming the front door on her way out, I grab a joint from the drawer, lighting it.

I finished signing and making deals today, so I don't need to work but there's always more work.

I open my door to see Claire standing outside my door "why was Bianca here?" She asks

"Needed to talk to her." I answered "what happened to Aliyah?" Claire asked, I stare at Claire "what?" I say

"She was on the floor in the kitchen. What happened?" She asked I move past Claire, ignoring whatever she's saying.

I go to open Aliyah's door, it's locked. "Aliyah?" I say, no answer. "Aliyah open the door" I say, still no answer.

I fucked up, I fucked up terribly. I needed to fix it, but what if fixing it gets Aliyah into trouble?

What if she gets hurt like Stella. Stella's family knew me. Her parents hating me after the passing.

Her brother worked for me, I fired him, gave him as much money as I felt was needed. I told him to never come back, to never work for me again.

I force myself to get ready for bed, leave the work for tomorrow, my mother would tell me.

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I hear a scream. I rush out of my room to where it came from. Aliyah's room. Her door was unlocked, she must've unlocked it before she went to bed.

She's curled into a ball on her bed, gripping her hair, shaking, crying, a mess.

I walk towards her "Aliyah, sweetheart" she looks at me "get out." Is the first thing she says. She should be mad at me.

And I should be leaving it at that, but I can't "what's wrong, amore, tell me-" she cuts me off "get the fuck out." She seethes, her eyes glossy.

I go to speak "I don't want to see you." She says, the first tear falls, I walk closer to her, sitting on her bed "I told-" I pull her into my arms.

Aliyah freezes. Then she's trying to shove me away, pushing, shoving me away.

I don't let go.

Her fist hit my chest, punching it, pushing, fighting against me, reckless sobs leave her mouth "I hate you, I hate you so fucking much." She sobs, I rub her back.