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Chapter 11: Boy Toys

3 Days Later

Hey it's Laura! Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Shoot me a text message and I'll make sure to call you back later. Bye!

"Ugh!" I scream in annoyance.

Laura and I have been best friends since we were in the 2nd grade and have had our fair share of fights but she never stopped talking to me. Well until now. Laura hasn't been answering my phone calls or texts for the past couple of days. We talked a little after the "Mrs. Cole incident but now, I'm starting to get worried about.

Maybe she's hurt. Maybe she hates me. Maybe she's busy with a new man.

I had to admit, I love Laura but she is a hoe. Always has been. She lost her virginity at 14. Meanwhile I'm still here at 23, a virgin and single. Kind of.

I walk to my closet and pull out a pair of black Adidas sweatpants, a blue sweatshirt, and a pair of black Keds. Even though Keds weren't a very big brand to the occasional millennial, I still loved them.

I grab my keys off the coat rack and head out of the door. I walk down the stairs to the parking garage, but when I get to my car I notice that all 4 of my tires are slashed and there is a note on the windshield.

"What the fuck!" I scream. "Just my fucking day."

I pick up the note and read it.

Dear Aaliyah,

This is your father, Damion. I know that you are healthy and out of the hospital, but the police is still on my ass because you pressed charges this time. I can't go out in public or they will arrest me because of you. Now we can make this easy or hard, either you tell the detectives that you are dropping the charges against me or we can do this the hard way. And I already think you know what that is. Give me a call when you've made a decision.

P.S. ~ I see you have a new guy friend. I hope he treats you nice like I do.

Love, Dad.

I don't know why I didn't think that it was my father who just slashed my fucking tires. And how does he know about James? I swear to God if he does anything to James someone is gonna have to bail me out of jail.

I grab my phone out of my back pocket and open up my contacts. I literally have five people in my contacts.

James. Laura. Mrs. Cole. Ms. Liz. Father.

I decide to call James because that's really the only person I'm on good terms with. After a couple of rings he finally answers the phone.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey baby girl. How are you?" he responds back.

"I was fine until my dad fucking slashed my tires and I really need to go somewhere and I'm stranded," I sigh.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" he asks.

"If you aren't busy that would be great. I really really need to go somewhere," I say not wanting to tell him where I "need" to go.

"Okay. Be there in 10."

"Kk."

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As I see James's car I notice that he has no shirt on. Now I pray that this boy has pants on because if he doesn't I don't know what I'm gonna do.

He pulls his car into parking spot next to mine and gets out. I see his glistening body as he closes his door. Luckily he has pants on so I don't have to worry about that. He notices me staring at his cut chest because he uses his finger to indicate that he is "up here".