Ariya, a 17-year-old girl, has been trapped in the world of drugs since she was just 5 years old, introduced to them by her own drug-addicted mother. At the age of 8, her aunt discovered the horrifying truth and rescued her, placing her in a rehab p...
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Ariya
Seeing Trayvon hold Kiyana, one of Alyssa's friends, hands made my heart race. My body began shaking violently, feeling warm as my heart pounded even faster.
The way he smiled at her, the way he held her hand and the way he look at her as if she's the only person in the world. The same look he gave me long ago.
How could he do this? We broke up 24 hours ago and he already with another girl. Damn, I fucked up by not visiting him but he had to pull this shit. He moved on from me that quick?
As soon as Trayvon made eye contact with me, his smile slowly faded away.
The intense in our eyes, my eyes blurry with tears.
The site of him and Kiyana pissed me off but it also hurts to see him with her. Kiyana stared at me then made a smug face
I pushed Alyssa and Egypt out of the way, I ran to the bathroom going into one of the stalls. I sobbed silently as I sat on the toilet.
It haven't been a day since we broke up and he already moved on with her.
Why the fuck he didn't tell me that he had another girl on his mind?
Maybe this is Karma for not visiting him at the hospital but at the same time he knew he'll be with her.
Damn, what the fuck!
I'm in the stall crying because of his ass.
I fucking hate him!
I need to go over my mom's house. I gotta go to her, I have too.
I picked up my phone texting my mom if I can go over there when I get out of school. I had my head down letting the tears drop on the floor.
I heard a knock on the door. I jumped, startle at the knock. "Hey, Ari, are you in this stall?" I heard Alyssa's voice.
I stayed quiet.
The door knocked again.
"I know it's you, I see your shoes," Alyssa spoke again
I grabbed some tissues wiping my face. I unlocked the door, Alyssa opening the door seeing me like this.
"They fucked up for that," Alyssa fumed. "Like deadass,"
She pulled me out of the toilet seat, she grabbed some paper towels handing them to me.
"I'm sorry about that, I didn't know she was talking about Trayvon. I knew I wouldn't like her phony wanna be Barbie ass" Alyssa hissed.
I look at her confused.
"Kiyana was talking about how she been talking to this dude for almost 7 months and that she can't wait to show him off to us. Like I really gave a fuck about it. Then boom, it's him, your ex" Alyssa explained.
