BLISS || An ASAP Rocky story||

8

Rakim

I was woken up by birds chirping and the sun glistening though my window as the sun shined onto my face. I groaned as i sat up and stretched to get the knot out my neck.

I looked over to see Isis laying in the bed in the same spot we put her at. Her finger waves were starting to fade from the bright pink to a baby pink.

I made my way out of the uncomfortable chair and made my way to the bathroom.

I used the bathroom that was connected to my room. After, i shifted over to the sink and began to wash my hands as i looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror.

My freshly done plaited hair was hanging loosely to the sides of my face. I looked into my eyes and saw stress, fear, and sleep. My mind was like an active child, as it wouldn't focus on one thing.

Thinking about the shit I've been through and recently, my life couldn't have been any worse.

I decided that i needed to take a shower die to a faint smell of musk that was sitting under my arms. I stripped down out of my smelly clothes and I turned on the lukewarm water and let it wash away the tension on my face.

The water moved down my body, cascading over the A$SP tattoo to my deep wounds from the abuse of my mother that never seemed to go away.

My ex-stepfather, Sean, aided in the cut scars from my teen years. He use to help supply my mother in her drug addict ways that made unfit to take care of me. He use to always gloat how he was never my father and how he had another family that he could replace me and my mother with. When he got drunk, he talked of a family that had a woman who had a daughter who had the best body for a 10 year old.

She stayed with him anyway.

When he'd get smoked out of his mind from the lines of powder that put him and my mother out so long, i'd have to have to get bed starving for nights in a row.

The water began to get colder the longer i was in the shower. I got out the shower and dried my body off and made my way to the walk in closet that was connected to the bathroom.

I walked over to the walk that had my black jeans, plain white T's and undergarments. I quickly put them on and walked to the full length mirror.

My finger began to shake as i touched the 4 year old bullet wound that reminded me of how far I've come in the last 7 years.

Being 23, I've been through some shit. Some damaged me but I've learned to live with the fact that my mistakes are mirror images of what my mother had done and my personal mistakes. Some shit i cant seem to let go.

I walked through the bathroom to go in the room. I looked on the wall on left and looked at the time 12:45 p.m.. I then looked to the right and saw that the IV's that were once into Isis's sleeping body were gone and the bed was empty.

Once again, i was running theough the hoise, panicing, homing this time she didnt her free.

My search through the house made me more and more pissed i ran my hand through my hair as i sighed. I walled to the living room and saw the boys in there, watching tv.

"Yall saw Isis?" I questioned the boys.

There faces grew pale. What the fuck did they do?

"Jordan let her go into the studio. She said she wanted to be alone." Ferg answered as he stood up and placed his hands in his pockets.

A wave of relief had raced through my body as i calmed down. "Be cozy boy! Go talk to her! She need some explaining." Frank said, chuckling and making his way to the kitchen.

I made my way down the stairs to the studio and saw Isis at the desk in the studio with a Tyler's golf logo covered MacBook.

Isis

I woke up for the second time today and started to remember what i was thinking about before i went to sleep.

I looked up and saw the empty chair that oce sat Rakim. I heard faint sound of the shower in the bathroom running.

I ripped the IV's out of my arms and slowly making my way out the room door. I limped to the elevator i found while wandering the the house aimlessly trying to remember the little parts.

I made it down to the ground floor and saw Jordan in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone.

"Wassup, Ice? Are you feeling any better?" Jordan said with a mouth full of coco puffs, looking up at me. I looked down, trying to not look him in the eyes. The last time i did that was with Rakim and that didn't go so well.

"I was wondering of i can use the studio? It seems like a quiet place to be in this big house. And yeah. Im okay. Could be better though." I said with a voice that I've never has around the boys that showed i was talking normal to him. I just wanted to try and find a way out of here, and quick.

"Yeah. Do you remember where it is?" Jordan said. "Yeah. Pass the front door and down the stairs pass the stairs?" I asked Jordan, who was surprised at the fact that I remembered.

"Yup. You got it." He said. I quickly tried to make my way through the kitchen to hurry up to the studio before getting called by Jordan again.

"Isis? You don't have to be scared of me and the rest of the boys. We're not going to harm you. We too cozy for that, baby girl. If we wanted that, we would of done it." He said while smiling. He munched on his cereal and went back to his phone that kept going off. I smiled back and said a quiet thanks and left out the kitchen.

Being in this house definitely made me feel comfortable. If the boys had bad intentions, i think they would of done it by now, right?

I made it to the studio and spotted a laptop that had a bunch of GOLF logo stickers on it. I leaped for it and sat at the desk and opened the god given device. The laptop was unlocked already.

Stupid Tyler. I thought as i opened the safari and opened two tabs. One tab was for iCloud and youtube (just in case someone walked in on me). I entered the song Fish by Tyler and let it play.

You see, i always listened all the boys music but i never knew what they looked like.

I began to enter my iCloud account username and password. My eyes lit up as it went through and i went to the find my iPhone icon.

I looked for where it showed where my phone said it was in the house (just imagine in this that the find my iPhone app shows you exactly where your phone is. If its in a room or not). The app showed that my phone was in the room i was sleeping in.

Just then, Rakim busted in the room. I quickly exited out the iCloud tab and gulped.

Hopefully he don't see the history.

"When did you get up?" Rakim questioned, eyeing my cautiously. He pulled up a chair that was nearby and sat in from of me so that we was face to face.

His breath was on me and it made me sweat.

Wtf?