ALL TO MYSELF

XI - Pluto

Popping out with Liyah changed her career for the better and I'm glad I was able to help her with that. Once people found out she was a makeup artist, people started hitting up my publicist and manager to see if she would work with them when they came into town. Of course I had to make that happen. She finally took my advice and was able to set up a meeting with a management team to take some of the pressure off of her and ease her into all of the attention she was receiving. I sat in the living room to give her some privacy while they talked business before a call came through from Draya. Declined with no hesitation.

Draya

Declined? Say less.

Come outside NOW

Showing up to my crib unannounced is something I don't tolerate. To make matters worse, you coming to cause a scene while my girl here. Against my better judgment I went outside to try and diffuse the situation.

"Draya, what you doing here?"

"Fuck all that. You couldn't let me know what was up?"

"You knew what was up when we first started kicking it."

"You told me you weren't looking for something serious."

"I wasn't."

"So you lied cause it seem like you in something serious now."

"You minding the wrong business. If you see I'm in something serious then what you doing all this for?"

"I don't hear nothing from you for weeks then I see on TheShadeRoom that you messing with bitches as soon as I leave?"

"Bitches?" a voice from behind me said.

I turned around to see Liyah coming down the steps towards us.

"Liyah, I got it."

"Yes, bitches. That included you," Draya snapped.

Before I could correct Draya, Liyah lunged at her. I was able to grab her before the first hit landed.

"Don't hold that bitch back. Let her get her ass beat."

"Bitch I'm not none of them hoes from Basketball Wives. I will lay you the fuck out!"

"Draya, go," I demanded as I picked Liyah up to take her back inside.

Draya and Liyah kept yelling at each other as I took her in the house and closed the door behind me.

"Be cool, y'all bout to make somebody call the police."

"Be cool?!" Liyah yelled. "This bitch pop up disrespecting me and you want me to be cool?"

"I told you I got it and you ran up on her. I'm tryna make all these moves for you and you ready to throw it away for what?"

"So I'm supposed to let her disrespect me, Pluto?!"

"No, you supposed to let me handle it. I told you I got you so sit the fuck down and let me do that!"

She stormed up the stairs yelling before slamming the door behind her. I took a deep breath before going back outside to confront Draya again.

"Look man, you gotta go. You doing too much."

"I'm doing too much? Your bitch just tried to run up on me. She better be lucky you caught her."

"And if you woulda put a hand on her I was gone send some Westside bitches to see you."

"So that's how you feel? Just fuck me, huh?"

"You knew what it was when you hit me up. You knew I was doing my thing. I hit you up when necessary. Nothing more, nothing less."

"You full of shit, Pluto. I was damn near living here and you didn't care who knew."

"I called you cause I knew you was coming. I ain't care outside of that and I never showed you nothing different."

"You fucked with the wrong bitch. Remember that," she said walking to get back in the car before speeding off.

I sighed and went back inside to clean up a second mess. I walked upstairs to the bedroom and saw Liyah pacing back and forth.

"You shoulda let me beat her ass," she mumbled.

"For what? You got me and she don't."

"She had you. And you know that old bitch messy. You was gone have something to clean up regardless."

"I don't give a fuck about her. I can't let nothing happen to you."

"I can handle myself, trust me."

"This not Houston, Aaliyah. You past that. You came here to better yourself and that's what we on. Let that shit go."

I walked over to her and hugged her to calm her down, rubbing her back as I kissed the top of her head.

"I need you to trust me when I tell you I got you. I got us. All I need you to do is be by my side and let me take care of shit."

I looked down at her and gave her a kiss.

"We good?"

She rolled her eyes before walking away, headed towards the bathroom.

"For now. I'll see her again. You better be lucky I love you because next time I'm on her ass."

"I better be lucky you what?" I laughed, waiting for her to realize what she just told me.

She popped out of the bathroom to repeat herself.

"I said you better be lucky I love ..."

She paused when she thought about it, her eyes getting big and the color draining from her face.

"I love you too, shawty."