No Control (Sequel to #AFAR)

9. I Know

Haven't done this in awhileee...but as the story progresses this is gonna be useful so you get a feel of the chapter.

Song of the chapter: I Know ~ Big Sean ft. Jhene Aiko

Niyesha's P.O.V.

All I wanted was someone to care for me.

That's all I wanted.

Was that too much to ask for? Too complicated for God to understand?

I was still in the back of the cab. I forgot I was even in California, until the cab driver asked if I was crazy going all the to New York from there.

I didn't have time for any bullshit and I was gonna straight jaw his shit, so I gave him $300 to just drive me to the airport.

He, of course, accepted the money with no problem.

Now I'm in New York.

I decided to go to a hotel. I wasn't going back home where his stuff was. Where our memories were. I didn't feel like crying tonight.

I booked into one of the Hilton hotels in the city.

Niyesha: One suite please. Niyesha Williams.

She swiped my credit card, gave me the room key, and told me it was okay for me to go. I nodded and that's when I heard someone say my name.

Niyesha: (Mumbles) A crazy fan I bet you.

I turned around and it was Brandon?

How the fuck?

Niyesha: (Whispers.) How the fuck did you know where I was at?

Brandon: I followed you here. Niyesha I couldn't stand to see you like that

Niyesha: I told you not to follow me!

That's when I heard shuffling at the desk and the lady was getting her cell phone.

Niyesha: No Miss. No need to call the police. I'm fine.

She nodded but still looked on guard.

I sighed loudly and rubbed my temples.

Niyesha: Brandon let's go.

We went to the elevator and I clicked on the 6 button. It was quiet but a good quiet.

We got to the sixth floor and went to room 603.

I opened up the door with my key card, immediately going to the bed. I jumped on top, burying my face in the pillow.

The more I thought about my situation, the tears started to roll off my face.

I wasn't crying because I was sad.

I was crying because I was angry.

I should be tougher than this. I dealt with worse.

But I felt as if my mom was wrong about he being my soulmate. He surely didn't act like he was.

I forgot Brandon was even in the same room, until he tapped on my shoulder handing me some tissue.

Niyesha: Thanks.

Brandon: Listen Niyesha...I'm sorry...we're all sorry. We just wanted to protect you.

Niyesha: Protect me? I think I would've been better off know he was still fucking with the chick from the jump! Brandon I don't need no protection. I had no protection when my stepfather was beating the shit out of me. What makes you think I need it now?!