Our Father: AD3: 'Pursuing Destiny'

6: *Birthday Vacation (2)*

[This chapter is quite a bit of character point of view switching so...😊✌🏾️]

April Alexis Alsina:

We'd arrived in the Bahamas within a few hours to our 6-bedroom flawless holiday home. It was equipped with all of our necessities and guilty pleasures and it was probably the same size as my fathers house except designed in a more tropical manner.

Devin and I had taken lead of one of the double rooms and left the others to sort out their own accommodation. Naturally, Miley and Adrian shared a room, AJ and Anna shared a room then Bambii, Tyrone and Royalty had their own rooms.

Our room was sandwiched by AJ and Anna's room to our left and then Royalty's room to our right. I guess you could say that we were playing in-betweeners.
Anna seemed to be obviously skeptical about Royalty being here due to AJ's awkward behavior, we've never actually seen Anna 'in action'-- violence wise, and we wouldn't like to break that now.

We'd all decided to go and dress appropriately first before going out to explore the local clubs which could be heard from miles away. None of the group wanted to miss out on an hour of partying and celebrating so we chose tonight as our 'stupid drunk' night.

The tension was still thick between obvious members in the house; but that did not stop any of us from aiming to turn up to the max.

We'd reached a local Bahamian club which was packed with other young adult tourists of many races, locals, travellers and holiday havocers such as ourselves.

August Junior Alsina:

We were no more than an hour into clubbing and Anna still hadn't hopped off my nerves. She was doing things intentionally, as if to clarify to Royalty, who always seemed to be watching, that I was 'her property'.

Drinks were rolling in and I was taking advantage of that. Downing shots after shots of tropical alcoholic substances which all tingled my taste buds.

As the drinks began to take over my system, I began to relax more, appreciating Anna's booty which was grinding on my lap.

Royalty, Miley, April and Bambii were all on the dance floor with drinks and the guys and I were shuffling lightly around to the music, more concentrated on the alcohol for tonight.

Adrian Anthony Alsina:

Miley had stopped dancing and had made her way over to me. In her hand was a clear substance which I assumed to be an alcoholic beverage.

"Is that vodka? Fuck you tryna do? Kill yourself with that big ass glass?" I asked, picking the large glass out of her hand and sniffing it.

"It's water." She said with an eye roll as I stabilised myself on her quickly.

"Why you being so salty for, you ain't even spoken to me properly for weeks now." I moaned as she turned directly to me with a sour face.

"I haven't spoken to you?! I haven't spoken to-- Adrian, how the fuck is that the case when you left me to go on tour and you've been acting brand new ever since?!" She retorted and I scoffed a few seconds later when I'd finally processed her words.

"You acting like my job don't put a fucking roof over your head or food on ya' plate. You don't work! Yet you stay tripping over me doing my fucking job and living my dream? Why can't you be happy for us?!" I retorted and she stepped back with a scoff.

"Fuck you Adrian, you're so fucking lucky that I know this is all liquor talk, but talk to me in that way again and see what I do to you," She said in a menacingly calm voice. I rose an eyebrow of confusion as to why she was the angry one right now. She walked away and I stumbled towards the bar.

I wasn't going to let her bad vibes ruin my birthday week.

Truth is, I'm growing sick of our relationship. It's always something new between us and being around each other so much has added mutual annoyance into the equation. I haven't cheated on her once, yet that's always her assumption of me when I'm out on my grind trying to hold the both of us on our two feet.

Everyday between us is becoming like some overly rehearsed routine, nothing new ever happened until my tour popped up. But, that only brought on more issues-- trust issues for that matter.

I looked over in Miley's direction and she was conversing with Anna as they both shot me side glances. I shook my head and downed a shot before stumbling to the dance floor with the rest of the girls.

Miley Palmer:

I watched as all of my friends partied on the dance floor as if tomorrow was due to be 2012. I sat on a stool by the bar and observed the obnoxious scene. Over the years, I've lost interest in partying. I'd went from shaking what I was blessed with severely at every chance and occasion that I'd gotten, to just observing, watching everyone let loose.

I know I'm pregnant now for sure and I'm barely learning to adjust to the side effects. It almost feels like I'm doing this alone by choice. I mean, I haven't told April and Bambii that I actually took the test. None of my family know, None of my friends, Adrian doesn't know, nobody.

I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. If Adrian choses to bail on me, I don't know how I'll react. I'm a mess right now under these tinted shades and I'm dying inside. Abortion isn't an option, but I've been mentally considering adoption...

I was lost in my thoughts as I watched Adrian let loose and have fun. He eventually caught me watching and his sigh was visible. He walked over to me-- actually he slightly stumbled. He was drunk but I feel like he knew exactly what he was doing.

He spread my legs apart and tightened my body to his.
"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at be baby." He said as he cupped my chin and stared into my eyes.

I broke the eye-contact, feeling guilty as fuck.

I looked back up at him and kissed him, "I'm not mad."

"So why you ain't having a good time? I can't have a good time knowing that you ain't." He said, my guilt deepened.

"I am having a good time baby, I just needed to sit down with a quick drink." I said, feigning a smile.

He eyed me for a while before leaning towards my ear, "Just let me make it up to you tonight."

The roles were reversing yet again. I couldn't fathom which one of us was supposed to be the angry one.

"I'm not up for sex tonight Adrian, and especially not when you're drunk." I mumbled and he frowned.

"It's whatever, I guess. I'm finna go head back to the dancefloor." He said as he swivelled around and walked away.

Our relationship is becoming so confusing. It's like one minute we're done with each other, the next we're cradling in bed, one minute he's mad at me, the next it's me that's releasing my wrath.