"I care about you baby, Baby more than you'll ever know more than you'll ever know, please do not drive me crazy, crazy. Unless you're gonna go with me."
It had been a couple days after the hookah bar incident and Aaliyah went back to being isolated.
"Aaliyah Marie Jackson." Her mom's voice snapped her up.
"Yeah ma?"
Maya walked in and crossed her arms.
"The fuck is goin on with you? You stay in the house eating all the fuckin food locked up in this damn room."
"I've just been doing my home work and going to sleep mom."
"Bullshit home work don't make you this tired and hungry. Aaliyah don't get fucked up."
"Mom I'm not tired all I said was I do homework and go to sleep. I just been to myself bro."
"I'm not yo fuckin bro." Maya walked up to her.
"Ma what are you on?" She got up and stood to the side.
Maya gave her hard stare then proceeded to look her up and down before walking out the room.
Aaliyah felt light headed.
"Fuck." She turned on some music to tune out the sound of her spilling her guts out in the bathroom.
Her phone buzzed making her scramble to get up.
Chanel was blowing her phone up.
"Hello?"
"Girl?! What the fuck I thought you died!"
"Shut up folks."
"Aaliyah, are you ok? I deadass think you need to go to the doctor my nigga."
"Girl it was just the hookah."
"Man whatever."
"Bro we only got two more weeks left of school."
Chanel went on about senior while Aaliyah slowly tuned her out.
"Chanel I think I'm pregnant."
There was a long silence and Chanel sighed.
"Man abort that shit."
Aaliyah woke up gasping for air as sweat dripped down her forehead. She pulled herself up using the toilet and limped towards the bed.
I can't be fuckin pregnant bro. I just know bro. Tony would fuckin kill me, right after my mom. Chanel would throw some hood ass funeral and then I would never graduate. I worked to hard for this shit.
She continued to think to herself until her door slowly opened.
"Cuban?" Justin crept in.
"What the fuck are you doing here dawg." She stumbled to the door trying to push him out.
"Aaliyah, I'm sorry. Im sorry Aaliyah."
He just kept saying it over and over until he dropped to his knees.
"Get the fuck out of my house bro."
He looked her in the eyes and stood up.
"What?"
"What the fuck you mean what? You disappear on me after all we did and wanna show up at my fuckin house?"
Justin thought to hisself for a minute.
"Listen Aaliyah I just had some shit to handle."
"Don't even try to play me for some dummy bro you know I'm smarter than that. I know niggas I fuckin know you dawg."
He moved her hair out her face and gently kissed her.
She stood still.
"Alright Aaliyah." He sighed and walked out her room.
We need to get rid of that fuckin spare key.
She crawled up in her bed and cried herself to sleep.
AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry for such a short chapter all this time but dropping another one today. Maybe two.
