Mr.R comes back and unlocks the car, we both get in. The journey to his house is a quiet one. We soon arrive at his house, I must say it's a big house. I help him unload the groceries and we both enter the house. His house decor is on point. Modern and classy. He leads me to his kitchen and I put everything on the counter. It is 4:00 pm I think I should check up on my parents.
"Mom, where are you guys?"
"Still stuck in the traffic. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Will you be back by 5?" i ask, hoping it's a yes.
"Hold on. They're saying something," my mom tells me in a worried tone.
"Whats wrong? Is everything okay?" i ask.
"Oh no. No no no, this can't be happening. Aila this is no traffic jam because of a car accident. It is a crime scene. The suspect has ran away. They're saying everyone blocked on this street is going to be taken into a hotel, for investigation. We will be staying here until 4 pm tomorrow," she tells me. My heart drops.
"Okay mom, I get it. Be safe and nothing will happen. Enjoy the hotel rooms," I try to sound as if it isn't bothering me.
This means I will be stuck here until tomorrow morning. If only my moms two sisters and my dads brother weren't visiting their families back home I would've stayed overnight with them. God knows what else is about to hit me.
"Is everything okay Aila?" Mr.R asks.
"It was mom," and so I explain everything to him.
"I think I should go home, the people who live in my basement can break the laundry door that leads to the inside of my house and then I can just spend the night there," I suggest. No cross that I tell him.
"All alone? No you're staying here for the night. Tomorrows Saturday anyways so no school problem," he says.
He is right tomorrows Saturday so I don't even have to worry about school. Yes my ghetto school started the first day back on a Friday. He heads back to the kitchen, I think he is making dinner. I remember that Fiza had called, I call her back.
"Details. I want details,"
"Calm your shit bish, I'm telling you,"
"So did he do it after school or something?"
"No he came to my house,"
"WHATTTTTT! You're lucky your siblings and parents weren't home,"
"God I know right. Okay so he came at around 3:20 anddddd he bought flowers and chocolates, but shit is too cheesy and I don't like cheesy," she says. I laugh.
"Hell yeah you don't, anyways then?" I ask, while taking a seat on Mr.R's couch.
"Okay so he didn't know what to say so that biatch was like 'oh here you go Fiza I bought you these things and enjoy' I started laughing. Then he said something that made me melt," she says in a dreamy tone.
"He said, 'I know I am the schools bad boy, a player and a douche. Maybe a jerk face too, but this jerk face has never fallen for a girl this hard. I fell for you hard, harder than a rock would fall on someones head and have a impact of breaking it. I promise you that I will never hurt you. You're the most beautiful girl in this world and I can't bear to see a single tear in your eyes. Fiza will you be mine?' Ailaaaa I melted right there when he said that," she tells me. And well my reaction was
"HOLYYY FUCKKKK THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING. YOU LUCKY BITCH, THAT BASTARD FELL FOR YOU HARD," I am screaming.
'Aila, God language," Mr.R says. But he's smiling and I can see it.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated In His Love #Wattys2015
Romance"Let me explain," his eyes pleading. Words slurred and he kept whispering his apologies, as if it could fix this. "D-don't touch me! I c-can't believe I gave you my everything to get this in return," ...
