Countdown (August Alsina)

Chapter 7

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"Fuck." Elijah groaned, grabbing her hips. He continued to pump inside of her, biting his bottom lip to concentrate.

"Look at me Elijah. Why won't you look at me?" She frowned, grabbing his hands and bringing them to her chest. He squeezed but continued to keep his eyes closed.

Since getting out the hospital, he wasn't feeling much of anything anymore. He felt as if his illness got worse. 2 weeks later and the medication wasn't helping. Waking up was a struggle for him, it was painful. He was just going through the motions.

Both reaching their highs, Elijah pushed her off, releasing on the sheets. She laid back, breathing hard and staring at him.

"I'm sorry." She explained again, watching him walk into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned on the counter. He cleaned himself up and went back in the room to retrieve his clothes.

"Elijah....baby where are you going?"

He ignored her and continued gathering his things. He shouldn't have came here. He knew he was her weakness but he wanted no parts in somebody that made it clear they didn't give a fuck about him.

He grabbed his keys, walking to the door with her hot on his tail. She ran in front of the door, blocking him.

"Karina....move." He warned. Although he had weed in his system, he was still very capable of hurting her.

"Elijah...baby I was busy and-"

"I don't wanna fuckin' hea' that."

"So you fuck me and leave? HUH?" She stood on her tippy toes, closing her eyes as a tear fell from her face.

"Yea'. I'm sorry baybeh. I just ain' with this no mo'." He motioned between the two of them and her eyes widened as she shook her head.

"I was gon tell you but I ain' know when a good time would be.

"Hm i don't know? Maybe before you ripped my clothes off! You fucking jerk!" She pushed him and he gently moved her, leaving her house.

He decided that he would stop at a club, to drink a little. He needed to block all the pain that he was facing.

Milan Anderson

"Milan would you stop sexting King and hurry up!"

Giggling, I locked my phone. "I'm not sexting King, Shutup Arima."

"Well you talk to him 24/7 now."

"This is coming from the person that wanted me to find someone?" I rose an eyebrow and she looked over at me, glaring before returning her attention to the road.

Me and King have been dating for the past 2 weeks, nothing serious. Just going out to dinner, or the movies, or the museum. We text each other all the time and I can actually say he's a really nice guy, maybe even someone I could see myself with in the future.

"Is this the place?" I asked Arima as she pulled up to park.

She's been wanting to go to this new club for a while now, and I agreed. Since her breakdown I've made sure to devote more time to our friendship, so once a week we'd hang out or do something together. Although clubs weren't really my thing, I'd make the except for Arima any day.

"Yeah, this is it, c'mon." She grabbed my hand as I got out the car and we walked inside. It was dark and it wasn't too crowded, but there were a nice amount of people.

"This club is nice." I yell over the music as we make our way to a small red couch. Arima went to get us drinks and I sat with my arms folded. Looking around, there were a bunch of intoxicated people, invading each other's space. I have only been drunk once or twice and I never want to go down that road again. Strange things happen when I'm drunk.