After a botched marriage proposal, followed by a startling revelation from Blayne, both she and Rocky's relationship is left hanging in the balance, when the two decide to take a step back and reevaluate themselves.
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Blayne
"Kay, May sixteenth flew to Atlanta, performed same day, as well as the next... seventeenth...went to Reign on Saturday the eighteenth around nine I think....uhhhh, me, Manny, Anita, Robin, Josi, Haley, uh...those two other girls, Olamide and two of Nita's security..."
I paused, taking a minute to observe the large diagram that sat plastered on the wall of my old room, as I continued to stand, fiddling with the top of this blue ink pen that rested in the left corner of my mouth. I know I more than likely looked like a crazy woman right now, with my short disheveled hair, and low eyes, dressed in a purple, pink, yellow and orange tie dye cropped beater and orange boy-shorts. A matching beanie rested on my head, tilted to the side, to which I found myself scratching again, as I stared back at my wall. My room was also a mess, but I refused to rest until I figured this shit out.
Atlanta.
For the past two weeks I've been collecting and jotting shit down, doing my own investigation, along with the help of an Atlanta cop by the name of Ali. He was the same guy I contacted when all this shit happened, and he kept in contact just in case I've found anything new. This shit was very tiring, hurtful and sad when I actually sat and thought about it.
I mean I was fucked up.
Manny still doesen't remember shit, except who was all there, and neither does Anita. All I had left was Josi, Robin, Olamide, Anita's bodyguards and these three other girls who were all friends of Anita.
Out of all the three girls, I could only remember Haley, this tall, dark skin girl with long curly black hair. She was extremely nice and real cool. She didn't indulge in any drinks and I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't have her number. I'd called Anita earlier, as well as sending a few texts. She was currently in Montreal.
As far as Robin, Josi and Olamide went, I had plans to meet them all separately, starting with both Olamide and Robin. I had plans to meet them at my place tomorrow, but until then I was trying to piece and fish things together, but I kept hitting constant dead ends. I felt hopeless, but I refused to give up until I at least got some kind of clarity. After feeling like my eyes were about to slide out of my skull, I decided to take a seat back on my bed, before laying back, and closing my eyes.
I've had quite the busy two weeks, from shows, meetings, meet and greets and a magazine shoot for Vogue. I'd been asked to model for teen Vogue, in which I shot last week. It was out in stands everywhere now, given it dropped three days ago. I did one of the coolest articles ever, just letting people in on my life and all the things that shaped me into who I currently was at the moment as an artist and as a person.
Who knows where I would be next month, next week, tomorrow, or even the next hour...
