Today wore me out. Between getting shit together for Hendrix's party and the actual party I needed silence for the rest of the night. I made it home, showered and got straight in the bed. I saw the picture Liyah posted earlier and couldn't wait for her to come home tomorrow morning. Spending the past 2 nights sleeping by myself wasn't cutting it. I missed Shawty so much I couldn't even watch porn cause it felt like cheating. I know how day parties turn into night parties here and assumed Houston was cut from the same cloth so I turned on the game to pass time until she made it back in.
I woke up hours later from dozing off and checked my phone to see if she hit me up. She's an hour behind me and it was almost 3 am. Ain't that much to do on a Sunday. I called and the phone just rang and rang until it stopped. I remembered she had an early flight and figured she just went to sleep soon as she got in and brushed it off before a text came through from a number I didn't recognize.
+1 (404) 555-9176
Lmao hit me up when you tired of this crazy bitch 😘
I clicked the link and a post from TSR popped up.
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theshaderoom Looks like the #FentySkin ambassador #AaliyahSmith had a great time in Houston this weekend according to her cousin's now deleted story 👀 #Pluto was in Atlanta celebrating his son's 8th birthday. Did we miss the #breakup?
I called her again and still didn't get an answer. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me. I mean it look like her but ain't no way that's my baby. She moved in, I bought her a ring, we in love. Ain't no way she throwing all that away in one weekend. Maybe it is her and she tryna get back at me for all the shit I've done. My mind started racing and I just locked my screen. I put my phone on the nightstand and went to the studio. I tried to play 2k to calm my nerves and lost 2 games straight. I tried to play Madden and quit after getting blew out by halftime. I couldn't stop thinking about that fucking picture. Another man with his arms wrapped around my girl. Ain't no way it was her.
I sat and listened to some of the tracks I had been working on to get my mind off everything and nothing was working. I went to head back upstairs, noticing the sun was up out of the front windows. Clock she put on the wall said 7:15. Her flight should be landing soon. I sent the driver to pick her up without me. I didn't know if I was ready to see her face yet. I had too much on my mind and just needed to think. I grabbed my keys, leaving my phone upstairs and headed to the only person I knew could help get my mind right.
I pulled up at my mama house, knocking on the door until she finally answered.
"What's going on? Who hurt?!"
"Nobody. I need to talk to you," I said walking inside.
"Why you didn't call first? You know I gotta be at the office soon."
