Jamal P.O.V
That whole week I stayed by Aaliyah side. She’s really fucked up about the whole situation… I never have seen her like this. While I was comforting her I was still thinking about what I was finna do to Jason bitch ass. Imma kill that bitch ass nigga when I lay my eyes on him. There were times I would just watch Aaliyah and see how he hurt her, how he changed her attitude. I hate seeing my bestfriend like this; I hate myself for not being there.
“Son, you ok?” my mom asked me walking into the kitchen. I nodded my head staring at my cereal.
“Jamal you haven’t even touched your food. Are you sick?” she asked feeling my forehead and I shrugged her away.
“Ma, I’m fine… I’ve been stressing over school and stuff.” I lied and she smirked.
“Son, it’ll all make sense soon. Where’s Aaliyah?” she asked
“Actually am getting ready to go to her house. I think she’s sick tho.” She nodded and walked to the stove, wiping a pot off. I rolled my eyes and stood up.
“I’m out ma, I’ll be back later on.” I mumbled walking out and slamming the door. I’m just not feeling like myself… I really just want to fuck somebody up. I walked over to Aaliyah house and knocked on the door.
“Hey Jay” Her mom smiled as she answered the door. I smiled and walked inside.
“She’s still lying down… you know, she’s been sick all week.” Mrs. Thompson mentioned and I nodded.
“Yea, my poor bestfriend.” I said and she smirked walking back into the kitchen. I ran up the steps and into Aaliyah room. She was sitting up crying and I sighed.
“Aaliyah…” I said walking over and sitting next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
“It’s gone be ok baby girl … I’m here.” I mumbled as she continued to cry.
“Jay…” She whispered and I looked at her.
“I think I’m pregnant…” she mumbled crying harder. I froze for a minute, hoping I didn’t hear what I heard.
“Aaliyah… why… why do you think that?” I stumbled over my words.
“All this week… I’ve been throwing up; I can’t eat anything I like… because every time I try to I run to the bathroom. My period is late… I got cramps. Jamal please help me.” She cried and I pulled her into my arms.
“You know I gotchu thru everything but let’s just try to let this die down. Let’s give it a couple weeks. Ok?” I asked and she nodded.
“Please just promise me you won’t do anything to him…” she asked and I shook my head. “Aaliyah…” I started but she cut me off.
“No, I don’t want you getting into any trouble. Please just listen to me … I need you.” She said making me look at her. I wiped a tear rolling down her cheek and kissed her forehead.
“I can’t promise anything. He deserves whatever’s coming for him. I said laying us down. She sighed and closed her eyes. I played thru her hair and stared at the ceiling. After a while I heard Aaliyah’s light snoring and I smirked. I pulled my phone out and snapped a picture of us. She was lying on my chest and I was smirking, this picture is everything.
I clicked on Instagram and put our picture up. I put the caption as “My beautiful GFL sleeping. I love her!” with a bunch of emoji’s and tagging her in it @LiyahForever. I smiled and put my phone down. I looked down at Aaliyah and rubbed her cheek. She moved a little and mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
