Trapped

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         I changed Martin's name to Mike & Jayquan's name to Jameel.
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It was about 8am when the two finally woke up. Ashya removed her body from Jameel's hold with his arms wrapped around her. She walked grabbed a few clothes to change into and went to the bathroom to do her hygiene. After bathing, brushing her teeth, and dressing she walked back into the room where Jameel was still laying on the bed. They didn't speak to each other they just stared into each other's eyes. Ashya didn't know how she wanted to feel about him. She didn't know whether she wanted to tell him about the miscarriage. She didn't know if she could trust him. She couldn't understand how her life had gotten so horrible. She was slowly sinking into a state of depression each day that has been going by and yesterday's events made it worse.
         She felt alone, trapped, and couldn't function correctly. She felt like no one cared. All of these emotions from her childhood up to now were coming back , and all clustered up.
Horrible thoughts clouded her mind. I'm ugly. I'm too black. My hair's too short. I'm too skinny, My body is barely developed. I'm dumb. No one will ever love me. The only thing I had that may have loved me was my unborn child. Now it's gone. It's gone. What's the purpose of life? I'm dumb. Maybe my child wouldn't have loved me. They would've been so ashamed to be related to me.. just like my mother was.
She sighed and closed her eyes once more. "Maybe things will be better. If they don't, I'm killing myself" she mumbled to herself
Jameel was still sleeping peacefully. About an hour later Ashya was sleep and Jameel woke up. He decided to do his hygiene, get dressed, and go on about his day.
He drove on the speedway for about 20minutes and turned to his exit. The car ride would be over soon but throughout the whole time he was driving Ashya was on his mind heavy. He was confused though. She just wasn't his type at all. He was never the type to be stuck over a girl.. especially a girl he barely knew. It was always the opposite. He was the co-owner of this club with his best friend Jaheim. They were like brothers. They did everything together ever since they were 5 years old. A nightclub was just a hood nigga ritual I guess. After graduating high school and slowly retiring from the drug game(not fully) , they decided to invest in businesses and a club was their first option.
He walked into Grand Luxe Club.
" Yo Heim" Jameel dapped Jaheim up
" Wassup Meel. Why you down here so early?"
" Need to get out the crib. Did I tell you bout this new broad my pops got living with us?"
" Man Mr.Mike always tryna play captain save-a-hoe. Wassup with her though?"
" Nah ion think this one a hoe but it's just something about her that's catching my eyes. She not even my type that's the crazy part. It's fucking my head up. I'm tryna fuck with her bro" Jameel retorted.
      Jaheim looked his friend up and down and began laughing. He stopped when he saw the blank stare on Jameel's face.
" oh shit wait you not joking? Damn"
" Nigga I'm not joking ion joke about shit like this"
" Ight chill chill.. we gotta talk about this in a lil though because the board meeting with our new sponsors starts in about 30 minutes. You know we gotta get prepared and since you're here early I need your help setting up" Jaheim stated before walking towards his office.