Unbelievable

chapter 17

Mariah POV

Tonight Jayceon and I were going in our date. We were going to a bar/grill. Nothing fancy. By my request of course. He was going to pick me up and I was so nervous. It had been a while since I had been on a date. Especially with someone like him.

I had just finished getting ready when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked put the peep hole to see it was Jayceon. My pulse quickened and I struggled to calm myself down as I opened the door.

"Damn ma." He licked his lips as he gave me a glance over.

"You like?" I did a little turn and struck a pose.

"Do I like? I fuckin love. Come here and give ya future husband a hug." He stretched out his arms.

I giggled as I walked into his embrace and hugged him. He smelled SOOOO good. Holy moly guacamole! My knees got weak.

"Lets get a move on for I have to turn you into my personal pony." I told him.

"You can ride me all you want. The way that ass sitting, we'll be fucking all night." He spoke poking my butt.

I giggled and strutted to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. He started walking to the passenger side and all I could think about is 'Damn I like him already. I hope this date works out.'

Once he got into the car and started the drive to our selected spot. At this point, I got nervous. He had lots of fans (female fans to be exact) and they were probably gonna be all over him for the whole date. Oh shit. I hadn't thought of that till now.

"Aren't people gonna be begging for your signature?" I asked.

"The ways I got it worked out, you don't have to worry about all that." He spoke.

Once we arrived, he quickly got out the car to open the door for me. I got out and fixed my skirt.

"Damn that ass keeps looking better every time I see it." He rubbed on it causing a buly of electricity to go up my spine. I shivered. It had been waaay too long since I had sex.

We walked into the sports bar and it was completely empty except for the workers. I looked around and there were no customers.

"I rented the place just for us two." He explained.

"Awwwww." I cooed as I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. He made me want to swallow his dick more and more with every passing minute.

We sat down at a table for two in the middle of the restaurant. I made myself comfortable. When the waiter came and asked us what drinks we wanted, I ordered the strongest thing they had. Lord knows I was going to need it to keep my nerves calm.

"Damn thats the kinda drink to get ya spine tingling and chest heaving." Jayceon joked.

"Well thats the kinda drink I like." I bit my bottom lip.

"You're something else. I can already tell you my kinda girl." He smiled and licked his lips.

"Well I'm flattered you think so." I smiled and blushed.

"Your drinks." The waitress handed us our glasses.

"Thanks." I said quickly before taking my first sip. "Yup mhm. Thats the stuff I need." I closed my eyes and smiled.

He chuckled at me and sipped his drink.

"So, do you like traveling?" He asked.

"Yes, I do. I just don't like being stuck at the airport for 2-5 hours."

"Same. That shit be mad annoying. Then I'm stuck with people filming me and following me around the whole time. Had a chick follow me all through the building once.

"Thats crazy. But people get that way when they see a celebrity. They seem to forget celebrities are human too and sometimes just want to get things done just like they do." I sipped my drink again. That warm tingly feeling filled my stomach. That was the feeling i loved more than anything on the planet. I had to feel that as well as the light airy feeling from drinking at least twice a day.

"What are your hopes and dreams?" He asked.

"I hope to have my own events planning business. I wanna give people the party of their dreams. The look on their face when everything works out as they had hoped is amazing." I spoke.

"Wow thats beautiful just like you. Whats your worst fear?" He asked.

I stopped and thought for a second. "Being helpless and hopeless." I said quietly.

"Why?" He asked.

"I guess its time to confess. The biggest reason why I love drinking so much is that my mother had died when I was just 13 years old. I had no idea where my father was or if he was even alive. When my mother died, Mya and I were left on our own. We lived on the streets so that we wouldn't get separated by the system. She practically raised me. We had to be strong and that was so hard for me seeing as I struggled so much mentally after losing my mother and a lot of the things I had gone through while living on the streets. So I turned to binge drinking at a young age and had been an alcoholic ever since. After a while, drinking came natural to me and if I didn't drink in the morning after I woke up and at night before I went to bed, I would be irritable and/or depressed the whole day." I spoke.

"What happened on the streets?" He asked.

"We were robbed, beaten, kidnapped, but thankfully we got away, and Mya was raped infront of me. I can't even explain how useless I felt. Shit I'm upset the man that did it might still be out there." I told him.

"Wow. Thats a lot. You never thought about going to therapy?" He asked.

"No. I don't need to. All I need to do is move on with my life." I told him.

"Drinking and trying to forget won't help you move on. You need professional help." He spoke.

"Its not that serious." I said quickly.

"Yes it is. Anything that affects your mental and physical health is serious." He told me.

There was nothing I could say or do to deny it any longer. He was right. I did need to get over all this, but I didn't know where to start. I had never even had a talk with anyone about this before. Not even Mya. She knew why I drank so much, but I never just sat and talked about it. Mostly because she would tell me the same things Jayceon was telling me.

"Thank you for telling me that. I can twll you're strong. You're smart and you can do anything you put your mind to. But even strong people need help sometimes." He said as he held my hand.

"Where do I start?" I asked.

"We gotra go to your house." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"We getting rid of all the alcohol." He said bluntly.

A part of me panicked. I hadn't been without liquor in so long. I would be lost without it.

"And you gotta sign up for therapy some time this week." He said.

"Therapy? Oh lord." I sighed.

"What?" He asked.

"Therapists just stare at ya and write down stuff. Then they suggest some crazy shit in order to 'fix the problem'." I sat back in my seat.

"No they help you. They refer you to a place that will get you to lay off drinking." He said.

"If you say so." I smirked.

"Just let me help you." He said.

I looked him in the eyes and knew he was sincere. I guess this is the beginning of the rest of my life.