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𝙰𝚄𝙶𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
"Where's Amerie tell her come here now"
Amijah leaves her mother room quickly going to her sisters. Her mouth drops, "MOM!" Amijah screams.
Stomps come rushing down the hall to her daughters room seeing Amerie laid out foaming from the mouth as her eyes rolled back.
Her mom called the ambulance immediately. Amijah crying hysterically, while Tyra ran her fingers through her hair scratching her scalp nervously.
Once the ambulance arrived they placed Amerie on a stretcher as Tyra followed after the paramedics. Amijah stood there frozen and in shock continuously crying.
After overdosing Amerie stayed in mental health rehab program. In which she hated, she would have the nurses give her opioids for her 'extreme pain' just to experience a high.
Days laying in bed Amerie thought about if she really valued her life. She really didn't see much a future honestly, what was she worth living for ?
Being an addict since freshman year.. she left time slip away from her. For most of high school she spent time being just a pretty face that could pleasure those around her easily.
Sad to say, but it was true. Amerie only real relationship was D'Angelo, besides being toxic and the physical abuse every now and then.
Being in the hospital something clicked for her though. Maybe all the failed attempts of leaving this world were a sign of her purpose. Though she tried ignoring the thought of the having a future or a purpose she still pondered on it every now and then.
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"Smells good" Santana says to me watching me dust off the couches. I nod and give a small smile, still was getting used to living here but I enjoyed it somewhat.
"Are you stilling dealing with the sweats?" He asked making me shake my head, recovery was going somewhat good I guess. Santana kept me in a good headspace during the process.
It's been about a week and the only thing I dealt with was vivid dreams, I still smoked weed which was fine because I never was hooked on it, just the pills.
My mom was still sending me long messages that I continued to ignore she wanted me out so I stayed gone.
"You really don't talk much you know"
"Not much to say sir" I replied.
"Sir? Nah don't call me that keep calling me Santana" he corrects me. "Okay if you insist" I smile.
I sighed as I was finally done with cleaning the living room. I watch Santana shuffle in his pocket before handing me a wad of cash. I smile wildly before talking it, "Thank you so much" I say.
He nods and gives me a smile back before rubbing my back. I caught myself getting lost in his eyes. This man was gorgeous, but I couldn't pursue the lust I've been feeling for days.
Amerie wanted to heal, at least for once. Her mind was finally clear and free of bad stagnant thoughts due to the meditation she would participate in during the mornings.
Santana always analyzed and studied her, and he didn't feel any remorse for helping her rather than sticking around to dick ride his friend. He saw himself in her in a way, she was very mysterious, sweet.. but hurting at the same time obviously.
What kinda man would he be to let this girl get her ass beat in his house knowing she has nowhere to go.
He felt now it was his job to keep her protected and safe. He couldn't explain why he felt the need to do so, but there was something there he felt like god did this for a reason.
Plus Santana was known for his good deeds, this was nothing new to him.
"How you want your eggs done today ? Fluffy and scrambled or sunny side up with wheat bread?" Amerie asked while pulling out a frying pan and eggs from the fridge.
"Sunny side up sandwich please" he responds taking a sip from his organize juice.
She hummed in response, before preparing the breakfast for him, his eyes follow her as she cracks a egg into the heated pan. Taking a sip from his orange juice his eyes wander lower to her plump bottom, he clears his throat feeling the temperature rise in the room.
"I don't know how to repay you" he heard Amerie say snatching him out his inappropriate thoughts. "You don't have to" Santana reassures her.
"But I want to, I feel like I have to you basically saved me I owe you"
"Owe me?" Santana thought to himself. "Girl no you don't, it's all good.. you needed the help so I delivered this nun new for me" He explained. She nods nervously before handing him his sandwich he request.
Amerie started the dishes, that's when she felt weird and began throwing up out of the blew. Santana jumps up out his seat grabbing Amerie so she could throw up over the garbage.
"You okay?" He asked rubbing her back. "I'm fine.. it's just I really don't feel good I just feel cold and dizzy.. I need to lay down" she sighs.
"Withdrawals" he said. "This shit isn't that easy so I thought" she tried to laugh as he led her upstairs to the room. She throws herself on the bed in relief, "you don't have to do anything else for the day just rest and I'll clean up for once" Santana said rubbing her arm before dismissing himself downstairs.
She still didn't understand all of this, something in her wasn't used to the help. People always wanted something in return in the long run. Amerie was very skeptical of Santana and his motives, but she was just gonna sit back and observe.
