Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 11

  

Two Months Later...

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                                  March 15th.

   Its been almost two months since I've spoken to my mother. I just can't stand to see her lose herself to drugs. I love her too much, I can't take it. I have tried to help her but I can't help her if she doesn't want to help herself. So I've been doing me.

   Aleah and I have been getting closer. No lie, she is an amazing person and she always gets me smiling when I'm in my feelings. We have been sleeping together on the phone more and more lately. My nightmares are keeping me up constantly but talking to her is the only thing that helps me feel better when I can't sleep. I haven't told her about them. I haven't told her a lot but who cares. Its my personal business and just because she shares her life with me doesn't mean anything. Well, I'm glad she shares her life. It makes me feel important.

   Today is early Saturday morning and Aleah has just asked me to help her move her things into a new apartment she has just leased. Its quite a long stretch from my house but I help anyway, I'm glad she found a place.

   When I pull up at her house I see her packing boxes into a U-Haul truck. When I get out to approach her, she is trying to lift a box into the truck. Unfortunately, the box is bigger than she is and she begins to drop it.

   "Woah," I say as I quickly take hold of the box. "Careful."

   "Thanks," She says, giving me the box completely. "That's the last one."

   "Got ya'." I say, I pushing the box into the back of the truck before sliding the door closed. "You ready to go?"

   "Yeah, let me get my purse." She says before jogging into the house and returning seconds later. "Now I'm ready."

   "Who else coming?" I ask.

   "Nobody. It's just us." She says heading to the drivers side door of the U-Haul.

   "Oh, well here-" I toss her the keys to my car. "Drive my car and I'll just follow you in this."

   "What, you think I ain't capable of driving a truck?" She says, lifting an eye brow.

   "Man, naw." I laugh. "I'm just saying, I'd rather you drive my car and let me drive the truck."

   "Whatever. Get in the truck, big head." She pushes past me.

   "Dang, bossy a'ss." I smile as I get into the truck. "Don't crash my car!"

   "Don't crash my truck!" She shouts back as she gets into the car.

   "This ain't e'en yo' truck! It's U-HAUL'S!" I laugh when I see her flick me off before stating the car and pulling off.

   I follow her in the truck and I am impressed on how good her driving is, though she drives like an old women. We arrive at the apartment complex about 20 minutes later and start by going in and checking the place out before unloading the truck.

   Her apartment is number 22 on the third floor and is next door to a sweet old couple which greeted us on their way out.

   Her place is very nice. It has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a balcony, a big kitchen, and a big living room. She has already had a bed, dressers, couches and such installed, but the refrigerator and cabinets are empty.

   "Girl, you got the hook up. Now you just need food." I say as we head back to the elevator so we can unload the truck.

   "I know, right. You tryna' buy me some." She says, pressing the 1st floor button.

   "If you need me to, i will." I laugh. "So, which room mines?" I ask, smirking at her.

   "What you tryna' say?" She says to me, lifting an eye brow.

   "I'm just playin', man." I say, shaking my head.

   "Yeah, right. You know you wanna' stay here with me." She chants, poking her little fingers into my stomach.

   "Aye, quit!" I laugh, grabbing her hands.

   "What?!" She says, poking at my sides again. "Ya' ticklish?"

   "No! I'm not!" I laugh again, falling against the wall. "Stop, man. Why the hell this elevator taking so long?!"

   Just as I said that, the elevator doors open and I run out.

   "Quit playin'!" I yell as I speed walk to the truck.

   "Alright, alright." She says, trailing behind me. "I'm done."

   "Good. Now, let's hurry up and get this stuff in your crib so we can chill." I say as I open up the back of the U-Haul.

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   We finally get all the boxes in the place and Aleah has unpacked a few of them and put things away while I rest on the couch.

   "Dang, I'm tired." I say, sighing heavily.

   "Too bad, I need you to do something for me." She says, climbing up on a stool trying to put up a curtain rod.

   "What, help you with that?" I say as I come to her side.

   "Naw, I think I left one more box in the truck. On the front seat." She says, struggling to put up the rod.

   "Oh, okay." I say, walking to the door. "But let me put that up, 'fore yo' clumsy a'ss fall and bust yo' shyt."

   "Shut up! I got this." She says before I leave the room.

   I take the long elevator ride down to go to the truck and retrieve the box from the front seat. As I come back into the building and get back on the elevator a song is stuck in my head, so I just decide to whistle it on my way back up. When I come to the floor and step out, my whistling comes to a halt when I see who is getting onto the elevator as I am getting off.

   She is in shock as well and we both stand on opposite sides of the elevator doors, staring. When the doors begins to close on us this is when I react and step off.

   "Tasha," I say, letting the doors close behind me, leaving us both standing in the hall way, face to face.

   "Rahjaé," She says, squinting her eyes before giving me a smirk. "Still looking good."

   "What you doin' here?" I ask, ignoring her statement.

   "I live here. You came to see me?" She asks, stepping closer to me causing me to step back.

   "Hell, naw." I say, stepping around her.

   "So you don't miss me?" She asks me.

   "Girl, get the fu'ck out my face wit' that shyt." I say as I walk away.

   "You know you still love me, JJ." She says.