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07. Be Happy

December 2016
Private Jet To Barbados
5:15 AM

Robyn:

"Mommy, I land in a few hours. Please make sure Ella is on time this time." I rolled my eyes thinking back to my last return home.

I was waiting at the airport for over an hour because my not-so-bright cousin Ella hit snooze on her alarm leaving me there stranded.

"She will baby. She a'ready prepared." She chuckled to herself.

"Yeah, she better be." I breathed a sigh and a yawn followed. "Ima catch up on some rest mama, I'll see you in a lil while."

We exchanged I love you's and I hung up the phone. I got up from my seat and walked to the back where the large queen sized bed was made up in the back of the jet.

I pulled the covers back and climbed beneath them. I closed my eyes but for some reason my body just couldn't rest.

I was dead tired, but I couldn't bring my eyes to close. Maybe it was because it was five days before Christmas and I was just on Holiday edge or something.

Maybe it was because I missed him.

I huffed opening my phone to instagram scrolling aimlessly. The flight was only about two more hours, I was sure I'd fall asleep soon.

I was just about to close my eyes when my notifications began to blow up. I rolled my eyes. That almost always meant my name was either involved in some bullshit or one of my exes was involved in something and they somehow wanted to make it about me.

I tapped on my notifications and looked at over the thousands of comments flooding my mentions. My eyes feasted on a photo of Aubrey with his arms wrapped around Jennifer fucking Lopez.

I scoffed, pushing a breath of frustrated air through my nose. Why did he think it was cute to play these games with me?

It was like he just loved to portray this player image, but the shit was getting old and quite frankly so was he. He was thirty fucking years old for god sake.

Plus he was clearly trying to get my attention, but I damn sure wasn't giving it any of the little energy I had left.

It was mind boggling to think just a few short months ago we were talking about spending the rest of our lives together.

No formal proposal, but we definitely had many talks about our future. I even got matching tattoos with this man, all for what? To be treated like another one of his little bitches.

I tossed on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes I just wished we could press pause, or rewind to the times where everything was good.

Aubrey, much like myself had his share of shortcomings so I couldn't judge him. But I thought he actually loved me enough not to make me look crazy.

Wouldn't be the first time though. I felt so stupid because I was actually thinking that this could be it. That maybe because we always found our way back to each other that we were meant to be. But clearly, his happy ass was bouncing bitch to bitch as always.

I pulled back the covers staring down at the camo shark etched onto my ankle. I smiled slightly, memories of the last few months hitting me all at once.

I missed him...I missed us.

September 2016

"Wait we can smoke his dressing room out?" Melissa asked licking the glue strip on the raw sheet.