Come Back to Reality

Chapter 59:

***Crystal's POV***

"Hey, Mami!"

"Alliyah. Stop jumping on the bed!" My voice was hoarse and it felt like I had a fever.

I looked around, trying to see my surroundings. I saw a bucket and remember that I was throwing up all day. Speaking of day, it's 3 P.M.

Brooke came in all happy and shit.

"Hey, bedhead. You're feeling okay?"

"Hell no. I don't feel good at all."

"Alliyah. Go outside and play. Angie's waiting on you."

She went out the room while Brooke and I talked.

"You're hella wild. There's a video of you online."

I swallowed the pills on the side table and looked shocked. "What?"

She pulled out the video and it was a vine of me twerking and rapping 'Boss Ass Bitch' and saying some dumb rhyme about being pregnant.

"I don't remember that. It can't be me."

I picked up my phone and saw I had 3 missed calls from Aubrey with 4 texts. Fuck the texts, I'm calling Aubrey.

"Hello?"

"Where's Alliyah?"

"Outside."

"Where were y'all last night?"

"I went out and Alli stayed with Brooke. Wh--"

"Why would you do that? Why would you go out and do shit like that?"

"Because I WANT fun. I NEED fun. You was NEVER here! I ju--"

"No. You NEED to be responsible! I'm starting to regret putting you as Alliyah's guardian. You--"

"THAT WAS 1 FUCKING TIME! I NEVER been out to have fun like that. I NEVER got drunk and BARELY get high! You LEFT me! According to YOU, WE BROKE UP!"

"No. We took a break!"

"NO!! You was MAD because I'm too young to get married right now!!"

"And I'm too old for games!"

"YOU CHEATED, TOO!!"

"But I don't have feelings anymore!"

"BITCH, you're a GODDAMN LIE!"

"See?! THIS is why we need a break!"

"Because YOU can't keep your head on straight? Yeah, I agree."

There was a long pause. Lord knows that I want angry sex.

"I have a hangover and you're just making it worse, okay?"

The nigga hung up in my face!

"Wow. I missed out on a lot."

"Brooke, can you drop us off?"

"Yeah. I'll go get the kids ready."

"Thanks."

She left and I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Puke AND morning breath does not mix. I looked in the mirror and I was a mess.

I came back and cleaned up my mess.

I tweeted: Baby, don't feel no pain. Just smile back. Eminem's music has ALWAYS been there for me.

I looked at my profile to change my picture and DAMN! I have THOUSANDS of more followers. I wanted to answer some quick questions.

-Are you pregnant?

I skipped it.

-You ratchet

That's who I do it for. :P

-Damn u ugly. stank hoe

Ooo. We'd get along fine then.

-You looked bomb! Holla at a playa

HOLLA!

-Say hey. It'd make my day.

Hey, Pookie Bear.

-Rihanna looks better than you. Ugly bitch

I think she's a PERFECT 10. She foin!

-You're beautiful. FUCK DA HATERS!

Thanks, love. <3

-I miss you. I'm sorry.

It was Hakeem. I don't need ANY MORE drama so I followed him. We could Direct Message, instead.

I followed Heather Sanders from last night. She is FIRE and sexy as hell!...in a sister kind of way.

"Auntie Crystal. Can I spend the night at your house?"

"Sure, Sweetie."

Angie left the room, running down the hall.

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I was finally home. I went into my room to soak in a warm bath. I needed this while the girls did whatever somewhere else.