Countdown (August Alsina)

Chapter 34

Milan Anderson
July 14, 2017 - Next morning
Baltimore, Maryland

Waking up, I smelled maple syrup and bacon. I smiled and gently got out of bed. I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I had a bad headache.

After taking medicine I closed my medicine cabinet and looked in the mirror, frowning. Around my nose was a little swollen as well as my upper lip. I felt myself tear up but quickly got myself together as I heard someone knock lightly.

"Milan? Whea' you at?"

"In the bathroom."

"Aight, I cooked for you baybeh, wheneva' you ready. It's just us here."

"Okay."

When I heard him close my door I attempted to wash my face and brush my teeth, ignoring the pain I felt whenever I opened my mouth the wrong way. Once done, I slipped on some shorts and walked out into the kitchen. There were pancakes, bacon, eggs, and potatoes. I smiled before walking over to Elijah and wrapping my arms around him. He snuggled me in my arms and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you baby." I looked up at him and smiled weakly. He nodded before kissing my nose.

We both sat down and held hands praying before digging in.

I cut my pancakes into small squares before picking one up with my fork and bringing it to my mouth. I winced when I opened my mouth wide enough to eat. "Owww." I whined, dropped my fork out of frustration.

I felt the tears falling and I rested my head in my hands.

I was so hungry and it hurt to fucking eat. What a nightmare. Tears began to fall and Elijah dropped his fork and kneeled down beside me.

"Milan, why you crying mama? Hm?" He rubbed my back instantly causing me to feel better.

"I can't eat this." I whispered.

He bit his bottom lip, thinking before he nodded.

Getting up, he jogged to the freezer, pulling out a pint of blue bell butter pecan ice cream. He got two spoons out of the drawer and walked back over to the table.

"Ice cream for breakfast?" I asked, smiling.

"Ice cream for breakfast." He responded, kissing my forehead.

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"Fuck yo daddy." Elijah huffed, running small circles on my back.

I had finally told him everything that happened.

"Fuck yo brotha' too." He scoffed.

I hit his arm hard, rolling my eyes.

"Elijah please don't.....I just..."

"Milan ain't no excuse for yo daddy acting childish like dat. And I told you let me come with...see what happens when-"

"When what?" I sat up, removing the ice from my face.

"Elijah I am a grown ass woman. I can handle shit on my own."

"Clearly not, look at ya face mama."

As much as it hurt, I made the ugliest face at him.

"Okay seriously Elijah?"

"What?"

"Nothing bruh, ion even wanna discuss it anymore." I got up from the bed, putting my shoes on.

"Baybeh I ain't mean ta hurt ya feelings....c'mere."

I sighed, grabbing my phone and keys.

"Mi!" He yelled after me as I closed my room door, walking into the kitchen and waving at Corey and Arima.