𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝟐𝟕.

📍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋
𝙽𝙾𝚅 𝟷𝟼𝚃𝙷, 𝟷𝟷:𝟻𝟺 𝙰𝙼
ᴇɴ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇ ʟɪɴᴄᴏʟɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ

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I needed Lakaela back in my life.

I flew out here for her and I wasn’t even sure if I was gonna get her back. But the worst she can say is no right?

I know we were only official for bout 2 months, but I didn’t need more to know what I feel for her is real.

I don’t wanna lose her, and the thought of her being with another nigga was driving me crazy.

I can’t believe it took my slow ahh this long to swallow my pride and fight for my girl back.

She lied bout being out of the state though, and that had me feeling uneasy.

There was something bout a Marcus too, not that I gave a damn bout him.

And I wasn’t gon give up without trying and I hoped she’d forgive me for everything I did.

I drove at high speed, feeling my heart tear as I remembered the hurt look on her face from when I last saw her.

What was I thinking?

It was just another Wednesday and I was in the studio with my crew, working on new music.

I hadn’t seen or talked to Kaela since that fight with Rory.

I felt bad bout going ghost like that on her though and putting her in that situation.

I was lowkey stressing, and I didn’t know how to fix shit, so I was just gon let things play out.

There was a knock on the door just as I exited the recording booth and Travis opened it.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw Kaela walk in, her eyes red and puffy and looking scruffy.

I quickly walked up to her and gripped her arm, pulling her out the studio, then closed the door behind me.

“What you doing here?” I groaned, rubbing my temples and she sighed lowly.

“I gotta tell you something,” she said softly, fidgeting with her fingers.

“You chose here instead of my crib? You know how I feel bout popping up at my workplace.”

She paused and looked at me with hurt clear in her eyes before taking a step back.

“Yea but it can’t wait-” She frowned. “Actually... do you care bout me Trevon?”

“Deadass, this Lakaela?”

“Now that I think about it, what if I ain’t ring you or come through, that’d be the end of us?”

I sighed, not looking at her. “Let’s talk bout this later. Not here, this ain’t the place princess.”

“There won’t be a later. I want to talk bout us now. Do you still love me, are we ever gon be okay again?” she spoke, tears filling her eyes.

I stayed quiet, not knowing how to reply to that, and just leaned on the wall as I faced the door in front of me.

“Oh so that’s how it is? Aight bet,” she mumbled before walking off.

I regret not chasing after her.

I found out later that day she had stopped by on her way to the airport.

A loud crash disturbed my thoughts and I felt pain all over my body as my car rolled over.

I saw blood run down my face and heard sirens ringing before I blacked out.