No Control (Sequel to #AFAR)

28. East Coast

Brandon's P.O.V.

I wasn't able to go to their show in Cali because I wanted to set up a special dinner for Nini. I knew she was pretty bummed out because of Jared being dead so I wanted to take her mind off it.

Not only that, I heard Tasha got out of jail and I needed to know whether she changed her mind. I visited her once in jail and gave her a decision. I would bail her out, if she decided to get mental help. The girl has been holding in too much. Tasha was like my little sister. If it wasn't her mother caring for her, it was my mother. But after that day, she's never been the same. I didn't like saying it but she was becoming her mother more and more each day.

I told Niyesha about me visiting her, and she understood where I was coming from. She said it was a good idea to help her because she really did need the help.

I drove up to Tasha's house, seeing the lights were on. Surprised the bill was still being paid. I got out my car and locked it. I went up to the house and saw the door was open.

Brandon: Tasha?!

I heard the water running upstairs so she had to be taking a shower. I went upstairs and saw the bathroom door was slightly open. I opened it and there was Tasha in the tub. It was overfilling and she was underneath the water.

Brandon: Shit Tasha!

I pulled her up and turned off the water. I carried her out in bridal style. I grabbed two towels, one to dry her and another to lay her on. I started to do CPR on her. Finally she took in a deep breath and was coughing out water.

Tasha: Br-Brandon?

Brandon: Why the fuck would you do that Tasha? Are you crazy?

Tasha: I want to die! You should've let me die.

Brandon: Tasha please ... Please get help. You need it.

She covered herself with a towel, and started to sob softly. I quickly went to her room and went to her closet. It was almost empty except for a few pair of pants and some shirts. Damn they robbed the shit out of her. I grabbed a shirt and some sweats along with her undergarments. I went back to the bathroom and gave her clothes to her.

Brandon: Promise me you're gonna get help.

Tasha: I ... I promise. I just need some sleep.

I nodded and helped her to her bedroom. She laid down and I sat on the bed.

Brandon: You're gonna be okay here?

Tasha: Yeah I'll be fine.

Brandon: Okay be safe. I'll buy you some clothes tomorrow.

I locked her bedroom door and the front door. I went back to my car to see a note on the windshield.

Think you all cool cause you a security guard for ya girl. Watch ya self B. Even I got connections.

I crumpled up the paper and quickly got in my car. I started to drive, constantly looking behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed. When I made it to my house, I double locked my door and made sure all windows were locked. I went to the living room and put on some TV. I couldn't sleep knowing someone was possibly after me.

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Niyesha's P.O.V.