ROBYN FENTY: A FORBIDDEN LOVE (Lesbian Stories)

FORBIDDEN

SADÉ

"Uhh what?" I said getting a both irritated and sad.

"Uhm babe, I don't know if I'm ready yet" she said and immediately tears started flowing from my eyes.

"I knew it! Please go!"

"Babe, please don't shut me out" she said with such sincerity in her voice

"GO!"

"Okay but please don't forget that I love you and if our love wasn't forbidden I swear I would have married you by now!"

"Rihanna why don't you just come out and say it?! You don't want to be committed to a murderer, you can't love a person who was raped at a young age! Liar! You don't love me, you're ashamed of me!"

"No I am not baby, I love you so much and I don't want to lose you! I just don't want to lose my job you know?" she said remaining calm

"No I don't! But I understand, who would want me anyway? It's fine you can go Robyn"

"I love you babe and stay strong for me! I will be back for you! I will make us work, I promise you."

She then left and I was just laying on my bed crying my eyes out. What did she mean she will be back for me? Oh well what I know now is that our love is forbidden and nothing can change that.

Your love is forbidden? What are you saying Sadé?

She doesn't love you! There is no love between you two!

You know who loves and you know very well 

Damn! These demons! But they were right, Rihanna didn't love me. I mean who would love me? So I stood up from the hospital bed and got into the bathroom. I found a razor and did the deed, it felt so good and when I was done I applied pressure until the bleeding stopped and returned to my hospital bed. That felt good until I remembered Naledi, my mom and my Ouma and the feeling of euphoria was replaced by guilt.

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After two weeks at the hospital and therapy, I was now better if I should say. The therapist helped me a lot because my demons hadn't bothered me in a long time. My therapist suggested that anytime my demons bothered me, I should just sing and that really helped and I became really fond of Demi Lovato...too fond if you ask me. I really loved her song Warrior.

This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro

All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I was broken and bruised

Now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

Out of the ashes, I'm burning like a fire

You can save your apologies, you're nothing but a liar

I've got shame, I've got scars

That I will never show

I'm a survivor

In more ways than you know

Cause all the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed, so confused

I'm not broken or bruised

'Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me

There's a part of me I can't get back

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, I'll never be the same

Now I'm taking back my life today

Nothing left that you can say

Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

Now I'm a warrior

I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor, is made of steel, you can't get in

I'm a warrior

And you can never hurt me again

No oh, yeah, yeah

You can never hurt me again

That song always got the demons to shut up.

Now I was out in the Big Apple and I received a text from Rihanna saying she was in Los Angeles and that she would be coming back in two days. Since I didn't really know New York I decided to go to some place familiar like Starbucks. On my way I received a call from my Ouma.

"Haallow Ouma!" I greeted her with my best Marcus Butler impression.

"Hellow Oumatjie" and I grinned at the use of my nickname.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great but I'm worried about you"

"Why are you worried about me Ouma ? I'm okay"

"No Baba, you aren't."

"Seriously I am, I was gonna say I wasn't two weeks ago but I got the help I needed and I'm okay now."

"Okay Oumatjie I just wanted you to know that I love you and that I'll always be there for you!"

"Okay Ouma Thank you,Goodb-" as I was about to say goodbye, someone bumped into me and caused me to drop my phone.

"Hey watch it!" I yelled

"Ohmigod I'm so sorry, I hope your phone isn't broken," the girl said while I was bending to pick up my phone which fortunately wasn't broken, then I got up and I saw who had bumped into me.

Oh my shit! It can't be her...I'm not lucky enough for that!...