Close That Door *major edits* (sequel to At the Door)

Chapter 12

Sabrina's Pov
"Do you really have to go?" I whined as Jen pulled on her shoes.

"Bri we literally go through this every time I leave. You know I always stay as long as I can," she answered, smiling widely afterward.

I nodded and said, "Fine. Come back tomorrow."
"Trust me, I will."

Once she'd started making her way back to her house, I went back upstairs and into my room.

"How should I surprise everyone?" I whispered to my self.

The moment had to be special. This will be the first time in years since mom and dad had heard my voice, and this will be the first time Aliyah will hear it.

Looking out the window and waiting for everyone to get home, I continued to dwell on the fact that I could speak again. After so many years of being convinced that I would never speak again, I was finally proven wrong. My voice can now be heard, so what will I do with it? What can I do with it?

I bit my lip, willing myself to not get all emotional. The task was fairly unreasonable, seeing as a whole part of my being was taken away and finally given back.

"Hey, Nolen," I spoke softly to the toy at my right. "Miss me?"

Drake's Pov

"What do you mean he's my child!?" I screamed into the phone, absolutely stunned.

"I mean what I said!" She yelled back.

"Dude that's impossible. Don't call me again."

Hanging up, I threw the phone onto the passengers seat. I can't have a kid with another woman. Nicki is gonna kill me.

I pull out of the parking lot of the studio and head straight to the bar.

Nicki's Pov

Aliyah and I walk into H&M, specifically looking for something that Sabrina would want. Her anxiety has been getting worse as far as I'm concerned, and she needs as much support as she can get.

"Mama, she would love this!" Aliyah screeched, holding up a white sweater with the words 'Not In The Mood' printed in the middle.

I cackle at my daughter's outburst, but agree.

"Let's get going now, Liyah. Sabrina might be home alone."

In the Car

"Hey, babe? Call your dad for me and see where he is please," I say, looking at Aliyah with the mirror.

"Alright."

We slowly pull into an intersection, and I'm still impressed by the low amount of paparazzi. They're all probably out snapping pictures of someone else.

The light turns green, and just as I move my foot to press the gas, three police cars speed passed the red light. Thankful for the fact that I didn't move right away, I sigh in relief.

"Lord, what is going on?" I mumble to myself.

"Mama," Aliyah says suddenly. "It's going straight to voicemail.

I sigh in annoyance in response. You know what? With how messy Drake's been, he best be just planning on proposing.

As we pull up to the house, my phone began to rang. I answered, and suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that it was the police in the other end.

"Hello?" I answer, opening the door and letting Aliyah in first.

"This is the local police station. Upon his arrest, Mr. Aubrey Graham has requested for us to call you."