California Love | At Your Best (Tupac & Aaliyah FanFiction)

The Beginning of the End

woah I haven't been on here in forever. Sorry guys.

Leah.

I flushed the toilet and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Slowly but surely, I stood to my feet. I made my way to the sink weakly and lifted my head to see my reflection in the mirror. I looked a mess. My hair was all over the place and needed a comb through it ASAP. My eyes were red and puffy and complemented the bags that had started to sprout on my bottom eyelid. I was emotionless. A wreck.

It's been three weeks since Jerome left and one since Ty left. So far everyone's leaving me and not seeming to care too much about it.

I haven't been eating much lately. Or sleeping. Or doing anything really. Except crying and sulking and hating myself. Honestly, I don't know what I doing anymore. I don't know why I do anything anymore. It seems as if my life is pointless. Like it will never get anywhere and I'll never have true happiness or completion.

I washed my hands and brushed my teeth even though I'd probably throw up again soon. I turned the shower on and waited for a while, staring at my reflection before getting in. The water was probably extremely hot and burning me from the steam that'd filled the shower and bathroom. But I couldn't feel anything. Not anymore.

I was so confused. I've never been this confused about anything before. I've always been one to know what I want...or so I thought.

"I can't do this shit no more man! If you wanna go play Real Housewife of Orange County then go ahead! But I'm tired of this!" He yelled, his every word lashing at my heart causing me to flinch.

"Ty, I know-" I spoke softly.

"Nah you don't know shit! You don't know what the fuck you're doing with your life! You don't know what the fuck you're doing here! And you sure as hell don't know who the fuck you want."

I mentally promised myself not to cry.

"So I'm gonna ask you one more time Leah,"

I can be strong I can do this.

"Who's it gonna be?"

Shit. I'm in for it.

"Me or him?"

A single tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek, onto my collarbone, and down into my shirt.

"Because you can't have both. Not seriously. That ain't how it works." His orbs drilled holes into my forehead as I looked down. I'd cracked. I wasn't the big girl I thought I could be. I was supposed to be yelling back right now. Instead I was weeping my eyes out.

"I-i..." My voice cracked. "I don't r-really know right n-now Ty. But if you j-just work with me..."

"You know what? Fuck that. Okay? And these lil fake ass tears you shedding right now? Not working. No sympathy. At all. I'm straight as fuck on sympathy for you." His words were so cold. I knew he could be that way but...not towards me. It was as if his heart had froze over and he'd become someone else. "So what Leah? Me or that other nigga?"

I couldn't speak. I was crying so hard.

"Me or him." He said through gritted teeth. I dropped to my knees and went to hug his waist. He flinched back. "I'm not playing Aaliyah."

"Ty I...I c-cant." I cried out breathing in sharply almost every 6-10 seconds.

"Bye." He said. And with that he walked out.