Unfazed

Eight

I woke up in Julian's bed with the smell of breakfast cooking. The events of last night started replaying in my head. I looked over to see him sound asleep to my right. I really cannot believe how much I opened up last night. I slowly rolled out of his bed and crept into his bathroom. I grabbed a hair tie that was on his vanity and tied my hair up in a high ponytail. My natural curl pattern was starting to come back and needed co-wash badly.

As I was examining myself in the mirror, I heard a deep baritone voice in his room.

"Julian! Julian! Breakfast is ready!," the unfamiliar voice shouted. Oh shit, I thought. That is probably his dad! Does he even know I'm here? I cursed under my breath as I started to panic. I quickly got myself together and as I headed for the door, it had already opened.

"Loyalty, come on," Julian whispered. I collected my items from his room and planted a kiss on his lips. He took to another level when he smacked my butt. "Not now, Julian," I warned. He softly opened the door and quietly lead me downstairs. His father was nowhere to be found and he quickly got me into the garage without getting caught.

He opened the garage door, fired up his engine and backed out into the drive way. It was about ten minutes of awkward silence before my phone abruptly rang.

"Hello?," I answered.

"When are you going to pick up your car? Not like I'm rushing but, my mom is acting like an asshole," Taylor mentioned.

Oh snap. I forgot all about my car. I hung up on her, and smooth my hands over my hair.

"Julian, you have to make a quick change of route. Taylor has my car and after you take me there, you can go home," I stated. I hated that I had to leave him because I was attached and getting used to him. After what had happened at the pool party, he definitely has my respect.

He made a sharp turn, and followed my direction to Taylor's house. "I love you, ma," he said as he grabbed my head and gave me a deep kiss.

"I love you, too," I responded. Wow, I can't believe I said that. The only man I loved was my dad. This was definitely still new to me. This wasn't a phrase that could be taken back.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here," Taylor interrogated as she approached the car. I quickly have him another kiss goodbye.

I got out the car with my hand stuck out. "Bitch, where the fuck are my keys," I jumped.

"Good morning to you, too," she snapped with an attitude. I rolled my eyes and started my car to only see my tank on E.

"Taylor! I had a full tank of gas! If you used my car the least you could have done was fill the shit up! Damn, are you that broke?," I snapped.

"Well, see, I didn't use it. My side nigga used it. So I mean-"

"Wait, so you telling me, that you let some nigga drive my shit?!? I fucking hate you. I could've let Miracle, Miracle! The bitch I don't like to keep my car and she wouldn't have done this shit!"

"You know what, take your keys and your little gas money, and leave," she commanded slapping a five dollar bill in my hand.

I threw up the peace sign and left to my house.

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I inserted the key into the hole to open the door and see my mom in the living room drinking Ciroq, straight.

"Loyalty, Loyalty, Loyalty. Where have you been?," she questioned in a raspy voice.

I never really liked lying to my mother but what she won't know won't hurt her.

"I was at Taylor's house." She sighed loudly.

"That's funny, I called over there to see, and her mom was asking where Taylor was. See, you girls are just alike. Out late, huh," she laughed taking a drag of her cigarette. My mom was never one to smoke. I want to know what I did that was so bad.

"I found this," she stated placing my gun on the table. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you going in my stuff? I think I deserve a little privacy," I sorta yelled snatching my gun off the table.

"You trying to be like Henry?," she asked referring to my dad.

"Daddy, said it was for protection."

"The only thing you need to protect is your weight," she spat. The liquor was finally catching up.

"Ma? Why would you say something like this?"

"I would've aborted you when I had the chance," she slurred. She threw the bottle at me and it shattered into pieces.

I ran upstairs, locked the door, and my head went into a frenzy of emotions. I called the one person that could help me cope.

"Taylor, can I stay the night, please."