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Part 1

Maya:

"Momma." I said walking into the hospital room where my mom was laying in bed.

She has been ill for a couple of months now and she's just not getting any better. And nobody, all the doctors don't know what's wrong with her and hey can't gave me an reason for her illness. Nor can they give her a cure if they can't ever specify what's wrong with her.

"Hey darling." She said weakly, taking my hand in hers as I sat down next to her bed on a chair that I pulled up. "Mom, I got the job. I'm the backstage manager for the Island Records lable." I said with excitement.

Her smile grew bigger.

I don't know how she can stay so strong in times like these. Whenever she has a terrible day, she always seems to smile.

"I'm so happy for you darling." She said in a weak voice and caressed the top of my hand. "When are you leaving?" She asked and my smile faded.

I don't want to leave her but I need to get the job done to get the money for my studies. It's not just because of the money, but I've always wanted to go in the direction of backstage or stage manager.

My music studies are almost done and it's my dream to open up my very own studio.

"This weekend." I said and she still managed to smile at me. "Go. Live your dreams my love. I'll be fine." She said and kissed my hand.

"I love you momma." I said kissing her forehead and leaving the hospital room.

I got to the parking lot and hopped in my car.

I'm currently living with my boyfriend. Or well, I don't want to classify him as that any longer. Because I don't love him anymore, I just can't breakup with him because he treated me that if I do... I will face the consequences.

Yet I don't know what the consequences are, but I don't want to take the chance to find out.

I pulled up in the parking lot of our apartment building and walked up the stairs. "Marcus?" I asked, scared,  as I opened the door.

I heard a glass fall and I jumped. He must be drunk again. But what's new? I ran to my room and closed the door.

"Hey Maya!" He slurred, clapping against the door. "Marcus go away. You're drunk!" I yelled and heard him laughing. "Oh Maya, Maya, Maya. Baby come out!" He started yelling and I got even more scared.

Knowing that if I don't open up the door he will most probably knock it down. I slowly opened the door and there he stood with a beer bottle in his hand, hanging from the tips of his fingers.

"Aahh." He said and smiled. "Should've left you when I could." I mumbled under my breath.

"What did you say!" He yelled and stormed closer to me. "Marcus please." I cried as he gripped on my hair and threw me to the ground.

I hit my cheek bone against the frame of my bed. "You bitch!" He yelled and stumbled out of the door.

The sooner I leave, the better.