On the Plus side

Ready

Confusing is not enough to explain how I feel in my life right now.

I feel as though everything is fucked up. My emotions are fucked up, my love is fucked up and I'm fucked up. I need a break from all of this.

It's settled, I'm going on a trip and I'm leaving my phone here.

I sat up from my bed. My legs dangled off the edge as I thought of what to pack.

I'm going to go on a trip, a trip that no one would find me. I grabbed the house phone and called my job.

"Hello, this is Atlanta's Law and firm how may I direct your call?" I heard the receptionist say.

"Yes I need to be transferred to Justin Whey." I told her altering my voice a little bit.

"Yes ma'am give me a second." She responded as the phone rang and rang.

"This is Justin Whey, may I ask who I'm speaking with?" He spoke putting his proper voice on.

"Yea, can you tell Micheal I'm sick? I'm trying to clear my head you know with everything going on so you think you could do that for me?" I asked almost pleading.

"Oya? Yea I got you girl. Just make sure you let Javier know." He spoke warning me.

"I'm grown and I do as I please, thanks Justin." I said hanging up the phone.

I jumped out of bed and got the biggest suitcase I could find. I put majority of my undergarments and clothes inside then my make up case with my hair tools.

I had to have fun or I just might kill myself. I zipped up the suitcase and put on a pair of sweat pants with a loose top. I slid on some flip flops, turned off my phone and grabbed my keys.

I made sure everything was turned off and spotless as I walked out the door with my suitcase in hand.

I heard my phone ringing while locking my door but my vacation time has already started.

Pressing the elevator button the doors sprung open. I grabbed my bags then proceeded on the elevator.

My eyes looked up when I heard someone clear their throat.

Behold the devil himself , Lance was standing right there boring holes in to my face.

I scoffed and held on to my bags tightly. He's not even supposed to be here.

"Is that how you greet and old friend?" He asked me. He stepped in front of me as my breathing hitched.

"No that's how I greet things of a nuisance to me." I stepped closer to him. My hand rested on my hip with my head cocked to the side.

His hand flew past my head as he slapped the back of the elevator. Lance nostrils flared open as he breathed harshly.

"I'm not a fucking nuisance, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you." He spoke like venom.

We were approaching the ground floor as wee were having a stare down.

"Your wrong." I stated picking up my things that I didn't know fell out of the grasp of my hands.

"About what?" He asked smirking. His hands slid in the front pockets of his jeans.

"The best thing that happened to me was last night, and it was the hardest I've ever came . Ever." I whispered as I walked out of the elevator holding my bags.

"Bitch ass nigga." I whispered to myself. The walk to the garage was fast but then I forgot I didn't have  my car, it was at the fucking office.

Ugh this is already starting shitty. I called an uber which arrived in no time, thank god. I put my bags in the car and told the man where I wanted to go.