She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

15

After we ate and my clothes were put in the dryer, I went on my phone, noticing the Twitter notification from Jah.

@ xxxtentacion: I got a few beats and lyrics down and wanna know if u wanna link

I take a deep breath, running my hand through my hair. It shouldn't be so hard to interact with him, but he hasn't seen me since we were kids. He knows me as Y/N Johnson, not Biggo. It breaks my heart, really. Having a younger sibling that used to look at you as a hero. Only for them to be ripped away from you.

Because my birthgiver saw me as a mistake.

I hover my fingers over the keyboard, struggling with words to say. I really wanna spend time with him, but I'm so fucking scared. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, I hit him up.

@ scorpion_qing: yeah i can check some out...

I knew we wouldn't be constantly linking up since we have to go on tour very soon. Best Mistake with Ari is dropping tomorrow and I can't wait for the girls and my fam to hear it. My dad was a little iffy about the WFH music video since it was sexually subliminal, but he liked the song.

Ironically.

Jah replies back shortly after.

@ xxxtentacion: bet. Come through tomorrow. I gotta go to the studio anyway

My stomach drops at the realistic thought that I'm going to be with my little brother for real, for real. I respond with confirmation and put my phone on the charger. I straighten the Lakers jersey Dinah let me borrow and situated myself on the pullout bed.

With my hands behind my head, a million thoughts flooded my mind.

Ooh, that sounds good.

I pick my phone up again and went to my notes to type that out. Maybe for a future song or something.

When I was done, I locked it again and resumed my position. As I start to close my eyes, I hear soft footsteps descending from the stairs. I lift my head up slightly to see a small silhouette. I smile, immediately knowing who it is.

"What's up, baby?" I say lowly, my voice raspy with borderline exhaustion. She comes closer and I can see her face in the faint lightening from the porch light. It was for a second, but she looked upset. My smile falters as she climbs in beside me, sniffing a bit.

I wrap my arms around her and held her close to me. "Al?" I say. She doesn't respond, only taking slow, shallow breaths. I kiss the side of her head and I feel her body tremble. She sniffs again and I felt a wet spot on my shoulder. I attempt to pull away, but she holds me tighter.

"No," she whimpers. I feel my heart damn near break. I don't like when girls cry, like it's so sad. Especially if I dunno what's wrong. "Ally, baby, what's the matter?" I say softly. She shakes her head slightly, "Just hold me, please."

The tone in her voice almost made me tear up, but instead, I hold her protectively. Not five seconds later, she cries bitterly into my neck; quietly sobbing while gripping my shirt. The question is hot on my tongue, but as of now, I'm just gonna comfort my woman.

I plant soft kisses on the side of her head and continue to have my hold on her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, shoulders shaking. I shush her quietly, "It's okay, mama. I got you." She cries harder, no sound coming out. It's really breaking me because I've never witness a girl cry so hard before.