No Ordinary Love

Chapter 87

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Zayra spent a few days with Angie in her home after Thanksgiving. They went out shopping and smoked more weed.

The concert was less than 3 weeks away so she decided to leave early to New York so that she could practice some more with Thomas and the school.

Ryan would meet her a few days later. She reached her hotel room and flopped on the bed.

She felt her pulse quickening.

She knew it was the drugs.

She didn't know why she kept popping pills but she did.

She smoked weed to calm herself down. She drank to forget and she popped pills because she could.

She started to hate herself for her weakness. She was thinking about her mother and father's drug abuse and it made her sick to think she was heading in that direction.

She hated to think of herself as weak but it was true.

She was.

She started to hate Roman for making her weak.

Not that it was his fault she started doing heavier drugs but just the fact that she still loved him very much while he no longer thought about her.

He finally stopped calling her.

Damn it hurt.

But that's what she wanted right?

She wondered again why Roman had showed up that night he fought with Ryan?

What changed?

Oh well.

She thought about Elliott's murder.

She finally made herself read one of the articles about him. It made her stomach curl at some of the parts she read.

He had a fucking shrine of her in his office room.

She felt herself shivering.

The media kept putting Zayra's pictures every time he was mentioned.

It sadly helped sell more albums and of course there was more media attention on her.

She picked up her hand and saw it shaking. She had to eat. She was loosing weight. The pills she took stopped her from eating.

She wanted to rest first before heading out.

She thought about stopping and seeing Jimena. She thought about calling Diego too but decided against both ideas. It would be too much for her to see them.

It'll just remind her about Roman.

She closed her eyes and saw his angry face.

She heard her phone ring.

She recognized the number.

"Hello?"

"Zayra, I heard you're in New York. Can I see you?" It was her uncle Moises.

She sighed.

"How's tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's good. What time?"

"After practice. We'll meet up for Dinner. You chose. Just let me know where."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

She hung up the phone.

Why was she agreeing to see her uncle? She didn't know. She just knew that she wanted to see what was it that he wanted from her exactly.