In Chicago, Amethyst, deaf since age three, meets Von, a rapper with a passion for music. Though their worlds seem very different, they form a surprising bond that grows into something deeper. As they fall in love, they learn that true connection ca...
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The little trip with my sister and parents was so fun but now it's back to business. I have some videos and promos that are due next week so I'm working on editing everything while also making time for self care.
My phone rung with a FaceTime notification, taking my eyes away from my Macbook screen I seen an unknown number, I rolled my eyes, deciding to answer it because it could only be 'Von', I'd assume.
"Hello?"
"Aye shawty whatchu on?"
"Who is this?" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't play wimme lil folks, yknow who this is." His arrogant voice spoke, a chuckle following after.
I don't know why but it made my stomach churn, in a good way, like his laugh and smile makes me all giddy inside.
"Why do you keep bothering me, Von? Please leave me alone, I don't know how many accounts and numbers I've blocked but you still keep contacting me."
"Damn shawty you look like a lil thug tha way you movin ya hands all fast," He laughed, rubbing his chin, "But nah, ian stalking you folks."
"Then why are you all over my instagram and my phone?"
He turned his camera around showing atleast 100 phones on his lap and on the couch next to him, "I keep shit on me folks, can't get rid of me."
He turned the camera back around to show his face, holding atleast 12 phones up to his ear as if they were a wad of cash, he spread his lips to show his iced out teeth which made me giggle a lil bit, taking a FaceTime photo.
"Awweee shit, she feelin tha kid, taking photos n shit. This mean you gone unblock me on ma main shit right?"
"No." I smiled, sarcastically, looking back at my MacBook screen, editing and going through emails.
"Don't play wimme Amethyst, I'a pull up on you right now and beat yo shit in, you gone be obsessed wit a nigga afta the shit I'a do to you." He shook his head.
"Hell nah, you a freak ahh nigga." I heard a voice say from his end.
"Nah twin she playin', ion een play wit my kids." He laughed.
"You bogus, nigga youn een got no kids." The voice said letting out a windex bottle type laugh.
"Exactly!" Von shouted before letting out a similar windex bottle laugh, rocking back and forth as he did so.
I rolled my eyes, hanging up. I actually have work to do.
- - -
Mommy, I'm really busy..
I signed to my mom who was on the other line.
I don't give a fuck, Amethyst. You need to come to Jamaica with us, your little sister is stressing out my mother and we need to go get her.
You can just get her a plane ticket back! You sent her there by herself, bring her back by herself!
I hung up the phone, blocking my mom's number, getting ready to shower. I'm too stressed for this and I have a photo shoot and an event to go to tomorrow.
I plugged my phone up beside my bed while I went through my drawers trying to find what I should wear to bed, I'm only going to sleep so there's no need for anything extravagant, I decided on a simple panty and bra matching set that I got from Victoria Secret, I set it on my bed, grabbing my phone, charger, speaker, and towel, heading into the bathroom.
