Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

I got up around 2 like usual. Got some cereal, and sat on the couch by myself. I think all the boys left earlier. Cause when I got up Rakim was gone. The couch didn't even smell like they're every morning smoke.

They're probably just taking care of some people who owe them. I was just sitting there watching tv, until I heard the lock turn. It's Kiaura. How the fuck did she get a key.

"Hey." She said walking right past the tv.

"Hey? Where you been?" I asked.

"Oh well I was at Nicole's brother's with her, but we got into a fight, cause she wants to come back apparently. So, I left. I went and stayed the night with my sister downtown." She sighed and looked me, leaning against the wall in the hallway next to the kitchen.

"Oh"

"I'm sorry. I'm a fucking idiot for being mad at you.... It was just weird seeing the person who came here with me leave. So I'm sorry. You're still my bitch right?"

"Um no you're my bitch. Kiaura.... Why did she try to stab me?"

She barely opened her mouth. I could tell she was about to answer, but hesitated.

"Um I mean part of it was the fact that you were shit faced. The other part was you both care about Rakim. You pissed her off, she grabbed the knife."

"Well shit... I gotta be more careful with my alcohol so don't get stabbed." I said sarcastically. I jumped up from the couch, and walked past her into Rakim's room.

Rakim's POV:

We got home around 4. Got a shit load of supply. It'll take us about a year to run out again.

Kiaura was back. She was talkin on the phone in the kitchen. I went straight to my room expecting Hannah to be smoking joints on the bed. But when I walked in, there was nothing but a note on the bed. Shit I was ready fuck.

-Hey baby, I'm going out for a little bit. I should be back tonight, but if not I'll call you. ~muah Hannah.-

I don't know what the fucks been going on with her lately. She's not acting like herself, and the only thing I can think of is Alex. Anytime she even hears his name she disappears.

Imma call her.

"Rakim?"

"Yea, sup babe?"

"Um nothin I was gonna meet Alex for lunch but he... Um he stood me up." I could hear her voice crack through the phone.

I don't even know what to say...

"Did he fucking call you or anything?"

"Nope, but um..... let's go out tonight get everyone to come. Bring all of the molly and acid you got bae, were going to the club. We'll stack in a shit load I promise. I'll meet you there."

"Dope. Be there at 10."

This bitch is perfect for me.

Hannah's POV:

Alex isn't answering his his phone, so I'm just gonna stop at the hotel he's staying at, and check on him.

Sure he annoys me, but he's my brother. We used to be so close.

I parked across the street from the Marriott. Carts with luggage in them flew past me, on my way to the front desk in the lobby.

"Hi welcome to the Marriott! I'm Alice. How can I help you" the way too hyper chick behind the counter said smiling.

"Um yea I'm here to see my brother. Could you give me his room number?"

"Last name?"

"Miller." She looked up at me, then back to the computer.

She probably thinks I'm one of his fucking hookers here for a nightly visit.

"Yes um Alex Miller, room 718. Anything else I can do for you?"

"Nah thank you."

"Enjoy your visit!"

I got in the elevator and clicked the seventh floor button. The door shut. The elavator music started.

Finally got to the seventh floor. There were about five doors on each side of the hallway.

I remember this. He always asked to be on the seventh floor at this hotel. Probably cause this is were we'd go to get away from our family. Save up money for a month, then stay here for a week. It was like paradise. Getting of that house was worth spending all of our savings. Hell. I was only twelve, and he was sixteen. See what I mean when i said we WERE best friends.

Then we got older, and more attractive. All we wanted was to get enough money to leave. And we did. Except he left me a week after moving here. I had to make it on my own.

I walked up to the door that read 718. I immediately heard a couple girl's laugh through the door. I knocked twice, kinda hard.

The laughing stopped. The door slid open. Nicole.

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