Diamonté's Dream
"Diamontè!"
"Diamontè!"
I run through the woods, Jacquese's voice echoes behind me. I run faster, I cannot die, I cannot die!
"Diamontè! Stop running from me!" He shouts
I run behind a house and catch my breath. "You thought you could run from me?" I hear Jacquese whisper in my ear. I go stiff.
I slowly turn my head, he's not on my right side, I whip my head to the left, he's not there. "Oh my god." I breathe out.
I begin to run again and I fall, rolling down the hill. I hit my head on the bark of a tree. "Ahhh." I groan holding the back of my head. I begin to cry as I see Jacquese approach me.
"What do you want from me? Huh, goddammit!" I shout. Jacquese beside me, "You period, I don't care if your not happy! You see that nigga you call "boyfriend" he'll die of you choose him." He says.
"Kill me, j."
"What?"
"If you love me, kill me, I'd rather Justin go on with his life and me be dead." I say.
Jacquese rolls his eyes, "I'll just kill you both, get it off my hands."
"What is wrong with you?"I shriek.
Jacquese throws Justin, who is bloody, by my side. "Justin...."
"H-Hey..." he says smiling at me.
I grab his hand and a tear rolls down my cheek, "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay...it's not your fault...he doesn't want you to be happy." Justin says.
I cry softly and lay my head on his shoulder, not caring how bloody he is.
Jacquese pulls out his knife and Justin musters one last word to me.
"I love you."
I scream......
END OF DREAM
I wake up screaming, I'm sweaty and the sheets stick to my body.
"JUSTIN! JUSTIN!" I scream. I run down the stairs, God if he's dead...I'll kill Jacquese.
I run into the living room and snatch the blankets off the couch, he's not there. My heart is beating so fast it's bound to explode out my chest. "Justin..." I shriek crying.
Justin runs out the kitchen, "What the hell?"
I didn't realize I've crawled into a corner, my knees up to my chest. "Justin." I shriek. Justin sees me and I run to him hugging him, "Justin!" "Whats this for?" He says hugging me back.
"You're alive!" I cry into his chest.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He says. "What's wrong?"
I tell Justin all about my dream, and he's pissed.
"That motherfucker is fucking with your goddamn head and I don't like that shit, not one motherfucking bit!" He shouts.
While Justin is ranting, punching walls, I notice his phone buzzing. I pick up his phone, "You know this number?" He shakes his head, "Nah...." I hand him the phone and he answers it. "Put it on speaker!" I whisper. He nods.
PHONE CALL
JUSTIN: HELLO?
UNKNOWN: HELLO, JUSTIN....
JUSTIN: WHO THE HELL IS THIS?
UNKNOWN: J
JUSYIN: FULL NAME, BITCH!
UNKNOWN: JACQUESE...
JUSTIN: HOW THE FUCK YOU GET MY NUMBER?
UNKNOWN: NOT FOR YOU TO KNOW
JUSTIN: YOU BEETER FUCK OFF, NIGGA! I AIN'T DO NOTHING TO YOU! YOU JUST BIG MAD THAT DIAMONTÈ FIGURED OUT YOU A MOTHERFUCKING UNLOYAL HOE.
UNKNOWN: JUST KNOW I'LL FIND YOU TWO LOVE BIRDS AND GET HER BACK-
JUSTIN: NAH, FOOL...ITS ME AND HER AGAINST THE WORLD. YALL THROUGH.
UNKNOWN: WHATEVER YOU SAY, MR. COMBS.
JUSTIN: WHATEVER I SAY GOES, BITCH.
UNKNOWN: MHMMM...SURE
JUSTIN: BITCH
UNKNOWN: MOTHERFUCKER
JUSTIN: MALE PROSTITUTE
END OF PHONE CALL
Justin slams his phone down and leans against the wall. I know what we're both thinking.
"Justin....." I say resting my head on his chest.
"Yeah?"
"What are we gonna do?"
