Secrets In The Open

Chapter 16: Trust Issues

Layah's P.O.V.

I hurried back, and swung open Kyrie's room door. He was passed out on the bed. I went over to him to make sure that everything was alright with him. I covered him with the blankets that were on the edge of the bed. I placed the bag with the Gatorade and aspirin on the night stand next to the bed. I climbed up on the bed to lay beside him when my toe hit something under the bed. "OW." I said trying my hardest not to wake him up. It was a box, a hard ass one at that. I moved back off of the bed. I sat on the ground and stared at the box. 'Should I open it?' I thought. 'I wonder what's inside.' I sighed. I pushed the box back beneath the bed and decided to lay on the side of Kai.

But my curiosity got the best of me.

I moved quietly off of the bed and sat on the ground. I removed the box from under the bed. I opened it and quietly went through it. It was a bunch of papers....are these.. poems? Songs? I moved them around quietly until one on particular caught my eye. It was attached to a black journal. "He writes....in a..journal?" I said to myself. The entry was named Trust Issues. 'Layah, this is wrong.' I thought to myself....but I still went ahead and read the entry.

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-September 23rd, 2010-

I am so happy that piece of shit is out of my life for good. I hope he dies.....a horrible death. But anyway, moving right along.

Dear Sam, Keya, Ashley, and whoever falls in this category, I'm not sorry. Could never trust a hoe. I don't want to be involved with anyone, guess I'm bad at love or whatever.

I'm just gonna focus on my music and basketball so I can get away from all of this bullshit...

TRUST ISSUES (second verse)

You're in no position, don't need your permission

To go do what I want even if I don't trust these bitches

I don't, I don't trust these bitches, there is no commitment

So I do what I want, even if I go fuck these bitches

They might, they might, catch some feelings

Ask me if I give it

Girl I just begun and I don't mix pleasure with business

I don't, I don't love these bitches, cause all these hoes be trippin'

I don't need to get away

Oh whoa, trust issues

Oh whoa, trust issues

Oh whoa, trust issues

Oh whoa, trust issues

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

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I sat there in amazement, not knowing what to think about Kyrie now. He sounded really hurt with these words...and who was he talking about in the beginning? "Ughh, Layah, what have you gotten yourself into." I said softly. I placed the papers back into the box trying to fix them the way I had found them. I got up and laid in the bed next to him. I faced him and watched him as he slept. He looks like a little boy when he sleeps. I rubbed his cheek and he stirred. He woke up and looked at me.

"Hey.." he smiled weakly.

"Did you get the stuff?" he asked still drowsy.

"Yeah, it's right next to you." I nodded in the direction of his night stand. "Are you feeling any better? Are you going to be good to perform?" I asked, wanting to tell him I went through his stuff.