Harlem Lovin

10

Before you go any further I want to say that this chapter has some sensitive content that could be triggering or uncomfortable for some readers. If you don't want to read it skip over it. I'm going to try and have another chapter for y'all today or tomorrow. Thanks.

Rocky
It was about seven so I decided to call Yasmine to see if she was ready. Tonight was going to be a good night. I had plans to take her to this nice restaurant and hopefully officially make her my girlfriend. Over these past couple of weeks I've grown strong feelings for Yasmine and I know this is moving a little fast but I'm taking her before any other nigga can. She was like a missing piece to the puzzle or that song that you always skip over but then you listen to it and realize how good of a song it is. In high school I never went for girls like Yasmine because they weren't easy. Even though they were quiet they put up a fight and weren't easy to get in bed. I've grown a lot since then and realized I'll never find a good girl in these girls that only want sex.

Today was awkward because I know Erica and we had a thing going on a year ago. We stopped messing with each other and went our separate ways but it took a lot for that to happen. Yeah she's a cool chick but she's a little crazy too and she would pop up at different places I was and it was weird. It shook me when I seen her and how she acted like this was her first time meeting me. It's also weird to see her and to know she has contact with Yasmine like that. I was definitely going to come clean and tell Yasmine because I know she seen my face when I seen Erica and that's why she was questioning me.

I called Yasmine and her phone went straight to voicemail. I facetimed her and she didn't pick up either. I called Briana to see if she was sleep or something.

Hello?

"Hey Briana this is Rocky."

Oh hey what's up?

"I'm supposed to be picking up Yasmine at eight but she's not answer my calls and I was wondering if you were home and if she was asleep or something?"

I'm not home I'm getting my hair done but she probably is sleep. There's a spare key under our mat just use that. Her room is upstairs.

"Alright thanks." I hung up and made my way to her house.

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I parked in the driveway and got the key out from under the mat like Briana said. I opened the door putting the key back under the mat then proceeding to lock the door. I walked up the stairs and heard music playing not loud but not quiet either. I knocked on the door before opening it but I didn't get any answer. I walked in and looked in her bed and she wasn't there. I heard the music coming from the bathroom so I knocked on the door.

"Hey Yasmine it's Rocky you cool?" I listened to see if she was saying anything but all I heard was the music still playing. I decided to open the door with caution in case she was undressed.

When I opened the door I dropped my phone, keys and jacket on the floor at what my eyes seen.

"Yasmine?!" I rushed to the tub that was filled with bloody water and an unconscious Yasmine. She was cold and her skin grew a little pale. I looked on the counter and see a opened bottle of what looked like Xanax.

"Babygirl can you hear me??" I checked for a pulse and there wasn't one. I grabbed a towel and took her out of the water wrapping it around her. I looked at her arms and seen she had cut herself.

I called 911 running back to a still unconscious Yasmine bringing her in my arms.

911 what's the emergency?