Ebony's POV
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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I stretched lazily, feeling the remnants of sleep cling to my mind like cobwebs. As I slowly blinked away the haze of slumber, fragments of memories from the previous night began to surface.
Eminem. The name echoed in my mind, accompanied by a rush of conflicting emotions. The raw emotion I saw with him on the phone with his baby mama was heavy...and it only made me feel more guilty. Why can't I just stop feeling things?
I shifted uneasily in bed, pulling the sheets tighter around me as I tried to push aside the memories that threatened to engulf me. But no matter how hard I tried to escape, his presence lingered like a haunting melody, refusing to be silenced.
With a heavy sigh, I finally dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. The familiar sights and sounds of my apartment offered a small measure of comfort, grounding me in the present moment.
But as I brewed a pot of coffee and went about my morning routine, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to Eminem. Why did I leave so abruptly? Why didn't I take any money this time?
The answer was simple, yet layered with guilt and regret. Last time, I had taken far more than my fair share, exploiting his vulnerability for my own gain. But as I watched him struggle with that woman on the phone and sit worried about his daughter, I couldn't bear to repeat the same game I pulled. I wanted the money so bad but something just told me no...He's got all the money in the world though, Ebony!... it was still stealing and taking from a man..Maybe not a very innocent one but seeing him with emotion made my skin crawl.
That phone call – the heated exchange with his baby mama, the mention of his daughter. It was a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions that surrounded him, a reminder of my own complicity in his turmoil.
But beneath the guilt, there was a flicker of determination – a resolve to find another way, another opportunity to make my move. Eminem may have seen me holding his wallet, but that didn't mean the game was over...I'll decide what I wanna do... But I felt to guilty about all of this shit...that feeling led me to thinking I just might not continue with him.
Honestly, I didn't want my emotions to get in the way. None of that shit was up for debate, are you kidding? Emotions? Absolutely not. Money is worth more. I'm here for the money, not to feel bad about some stupid rapper guy...
I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a long sip, letting the bitter warmth wash over me. Today was a new day, full of possibilities and opportunities. And if I couldn't get back to Eminem, well, there were plenty of other fish in the sea, and hopefully it comes with a few thousands attached to one of em.
Cutting through my thoughts, a loud ring from my cell echoed throughout my apartment. I headed to my room before spotting my phone.
It was Latoya.
A smile stretched across my face as I answered the phone, putting it up to my ear.
"Now, why the hell didn't you call me last night after ya little date." Latoya teasingly came at me with aggression.
I giggled. "I was tired as hell, Toya. I was still high from whatever shit he gave me."
