Jacquees

- 4

Beauty

"What do you see when you look at? A lifeless human flesh just looking to live. I close my eyes and still see him. As if his still alive, but no. His dead and he's not coming back. My biggest fear is knowing he won't come back. What do you see when you look at me? A girl who just wanna be free. I wanna be happy again. Its hard to do that when you lose somebody you really love. The only person who was intentionally there for you. Not fucking around the bush or in public. What do you see when you look at me? Nothing, a worthless piece of shit."  I cried out in the balcony. I was angry once more. 

I couldn't believe my life would turn out like this. For the rest of my life I would be running from drug lords. I had a plane to catch this morning. Countless of times I thought of leaving Jacquees all by himself but the old part of me still remains. I remove myself from the ground and stepped back in my hotel room. I seen Jacquees laying on the floor. I hated him. I kicked him. 

"Wake yo ass up. We got a plane to catch." I sassed. 

"What the fuck??" He hissed as he rubbed his side. 

I walked away from him and started packing the little clothes that I had. I got into the shower and still could hear Jacquees complaining like a little bitch. The nigga wanna protect me but can't handle a weak ass kick, like shit I ain't put my force in it. He lucky I ain't punch him in his throat or pulled his dreads. I rolled my eyes at the thought of him and turned off the water and stepped out. I started exchanging my clothes. 

"I'm sleeping and this dame wanna come kick me. Like what the fuck is that shit." Jacquees said loud enough for me to hear. I giggled a little.

"But I don't give a fuck tho." I said walking out of the bathroom. 

"Chill the fuck out." Jacquees told me as he entered the bathroom next. 

I rolled my eyes and blowed dried my hair and placed it in a high bun. By the time Jacquees was done showering and exchanging he's clothes I was done. We headed out and all Jacquees kept asking is 'where are going?' I ignored until we got out of the train and was in front of the airport. 

"You couldn't open your mouth and tell me we where traveling somewhere else?" He asked angrily.

"But I don't care tho." I said cruelly. 

I waited patiently for our plane to arrive. Finally, Jaccquees found something better to do then to whine. I almost fell asleep until someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see who wanted my undivided attention. 

"Your boyfriend looks really sick." The girl told me. 

Jacquees not even my boyfriend but I looked behind me to see his face very sick. I kinda felt bad. I looked at him and couldn't even give him a stank face. I went to go sit back. He was shivering so badly. I couldn't be mean to him anymore. He looked so sadly sick it wanted to make me cry. 

"Whats wrong?" I asked with sympathy. He didn't answer he just looked at me with teary red eyes. I frowned cause he was scarying me. "Talk to me." I begged. All I needed was one tear to drop from his eyes and I knew something was wrong. "Jaccquees... What happen?? What is it?" I asked not able to accept his slience. 

"Airplane 96" They called out. That was our plane and I couldn't miss it. I helped Jaccquees up and we walked to our plane and sat in our assigned seats. Jaccquees stared at the window blankly as we took off. The last I remember Jacquees was on the pay phone. Maybe he got bad news I thought. I fell asleep feeling sad for him. 

....

"Damn." Jaccquees cried out. I woke up to that and that only. I instantly wrapped my arms around him, cause he couldn't stay still and everybody was starting to awake. "Shhh." I kept telling him, but whatever he heard fucked him up bad.

"My dad gone, he's dead. George boys killed him." He cried out.