A'ja Wilson, the WNBA's newest G.O.A.T.
Y/N Miller, a once thug whose escape from the streets was basketball.
The NBA's newest expansion team just so happens to be Las Vegas. Which is where Y/N finds herself. It's also the home of the team Aja pla...
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Y/N's P.O.V
It was true. My father is really gone. I don't know what to do. I'm just losing people left and right. I'd be flying back home later this week for his funeral.
My dad, despite him being in prison for so long, was my everything. Even though he's done a lot of bad things, a lifestyle that I ended up inheriting from him, he could do no wrong to me.
He was my superhero. I was his twin. I am an exact copy of him. We do everything alike. I just don't get it. I had just spoke to him. He was fine.
It's only been two days since my mother told me the news. I missed the game yesterday but it's fine. Coach is letting me take time off.
Although I'm not planning on missing too many games. I still plan on being front runner for mvp and with the new rule changes, I need to play. You have to play more than 65 games out of the 82 in the season to qualify.
I walked to Bri's room to check up on her. She might not have had a good connection with him like I did but that is still her father.
"Hey." I said, making my presence known.
"Hi." She responded.
"How's it going? I know you didn't really know him the way I did. But he still loved you just as much." I said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"I loved him too. It's sad but it'll get better. I mean maybe this is for the best. We both knew he was never gonna come home." Bri replied.
"Yeah." I mumbled, knowing that she's kinda right.
"I know you're not okay though. You knew Dad better than anybody. Y'all were the closest." She said while looking at me.
"I'm fine Brianna." I reply.
"No you're not. For the past two days, you've locked yourself in your studio. You've been drinking nonstop. Hell, you're drunk right now. I doubt you ate anything. You look a hot mess. And that's okay. It's okay to not be okay. And I know this isn't just about dad. It's about Jacob too." Bri said, her eyes filled with a look of sympathy.
I didn't say anything because she's right. I have to deal with the loss of my father while not being fully healed from the death of my brother. He died forever ago. I just can't get over it because I feel like it's my fault.
Because of the life that I lived he's gone. That was my beef, my drama, that got him killed. Jacob was innocent. He knew nothing about that. I refused to teach him about that lifestyle. He was just a kid.
