HAZEL 2 ➝ D.SWING x AALIYAH.

Chapter 43 { Together }

Nyla Jones
July 24th,1997
Los Angelos, California

DeVante & I haven't talked since what happened yesterday. I must admit that I somewhat dragged it but he said some inconsiderate things.

Nowadays when we argue, we decided to keep it between us. And solve that shit between us. He didn't sleep in the bed last night, he decided to sleep on the couch which was a good choice because if he wasn't going to sleep on the couch, I would.

It's currently 9:32am and I am still in bed trying to process the whole dad situation.

Why did he keep such an important thing away from me and why did Tony didn't want me as his daughter. I just can't understand it.

How am I even here? Am I even my mom's child? Am I adopted? Or did my mom cheat on my dad and get pregnant with me? What if I am a mistake? What if I don't belong here? All these questions are surfacing in my brain and I need to find answers.

I made a long sigh, getting up from the bed and heading downstairs. As I was walking down the stairs, I heard music booming downstairs.

"Is he serious?" I say, kissing my teeth still walking.

I then realized he was playing one of my songs.

"But at your best you are love. You're a positive motivating force within my life. Should've you ever feel the need to wonder why... let me know."

I smiled a little walking into the kitchen as I noticed DeVante attempting to cook.

"You burned the bacon." I say, pointing at the 6 strips that were currently blacker than the night sky.

"Mhm." He says, putting the fork down with his back still turned to me.

"I just want to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I shouldn't have let my anger go out on you. But you did push me to that point with the comments you made." I say

I hear a snicker come from him and I furrow my eyebrows. He then turned to face me and I sighed.

"Was that an apology or that is another way to blame me for every outcome?" He asks me

"I'm not blaming yo-"

"Why can't you just own up to the shit you do without adding all that extra ness Nyla?" He says

"I did own up to the shit I did. Look, I didn't come here for an argument. It's either you accept it or no-"

"I don't."

"Thank you Donald. Thank you for your honesty." I say, kissing my teeth.

"Nyla." I hear his deep voice say.

"What?"

"You know... you got some fucked up tendencies. Yeah I did a lot of shit to you. Cheated on you millions of times, got another bitch pregnant, hurt you mentally... but I honestly don't regret any of it. I don't regret any of it because everything I did taught me a new lesson. All of those changed me. But you Nyla... I realized you'll never change. You just stuck in your old ways. At least I'm mature enough to say I'm sorry." He says and I stand there in confusion.