~Amina~
(Once again I went to see Sye. Some man answered the door this time.)
Amina:Who are you?
Derrick: Derrick Najah brother. She went out I'm watching Sye.
Amina:Oh okay...
(I went inside and as usual she was sitting in that chair her head down her dreads covering her face. She looks weaker than she did when I was here last week.)
Amina:Sye?
Sye:*Lifts her head*
(Oh my God.)
Amina:Oh my god. What happened to your face?
Najah:She said the voices in her head told her to bash her head in the wall.
Amina:Have you been giving her her medicine? *I turned around*
Najah:Every day.
Amina:We might need to up the dosage.
Najah:I guess *walks into the kitchen*
Sye:*grabs my arm* Please help me....
(I snatched away. Ok this crazy bitch. Keep calm Mina she's mentally ill.)
Amina:I'm going to let you rest today Sye OK I'll see you Wednesday.
Sye:*She sighed and put her head back down*
(I walked out. Something about the look in her eye rubbing me the wrong way. I shrugged it off and went home. Jaz was cooking. It smelled hella good. I walked in she was in here dancing her crazy ass.)
Jaz:Hey sexy.
Amina:Wassup goofy.
Jaz:*smiles* I'm cooking your favorite.
Amina:Yay.
Jaz:Baby?
Amina:*Messing with my bracelets* Huh?
Jaz:Where that bruise come from on your arm?
Amina:Oh *Looks at it* I must've gotten it when Sye grabbed me.
Jaz:What the fuck she grabbing on you for.
Amina:Chill she's schizophrenic. She not right in the head.
Jaz:Bullshit....
Amina:Baby stop.
Jaz:Mental or not ain't no one bout to putting bruises on you.
Amina:Jasmine you so overprotective I'm fine baby I promise I'd let you know if something was wrong.
Jaz: Promise?
Amina:Yes. *Kisses her*
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ALL YOU CAN EAT...
RomanceThis story is about four girls college life and adult life. The life of being a player and the life of being played the life of being in love and the life of being hated. The life of being ignored and a life of pain and betrayal.
