Chapter 50

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~Zonnique's Pov~

I woke up with Princeton's head laying on my stomach and the sight of everyone else passed out all over the place we must've fell asleep after all that planning we had done I checked the list to make sure everything was complete and it was

Thank goodness I sighed a sigh of relief and tapped Princeton

"Princeton..." I called softly

"Hm?" He asked

"Wake up." I smiled

He lifted his head off of me and yawned

"Why did you wake me up?" He asked

"So I could get up I was gonna go check on Bahja." I informed him

"You want me to come with you?"

"No if I need help I'll call for you." I said

"Okay."

I walked up the stairs and knocked on Bahja's door and waited she opened the door and looked at me

And boy did she look horrific

"Bahja....what...happened to you?" She didn't respond she just stared at me

"Can I come in?" I asked

She moved out the way so I could come inside I sat in the loft chair that was in the corner of the room the room was a mess she had tissues everywhere and clothes spilled all over the place. Which was weird because she was one of the neatest people I knew

"You want me to help you clean?" I asked

She still didn't answer she just stared at the wall blankly

"Want me to fix your hair I asked?" I stood up and walked towards her with a brush I placed the brush to her head and began to brush her hair out I applied a little make up on her face.

There's the Bahja I know I smiled looking at her new appearance

I moved some things off the bed and sat next to her

"Bahja I know your bummed about this we all are but Prodigy wouldn't want you mourning like this he'd want you to be happy." I said looking at her "And we started planning his funeral I put you in charge of the food because you know him best."

She still stared off into space a tear trickled down her cheek I wiped it away and stared at her

She was hurting and she was on the verge of loosing her mind

"Bahja we leave for philly in three days were on a tight schedule so I need for you to do this okay?" I held her face making her look at me

She looked at me and looked away

I was just praying and hoping that she would pull through.

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