Promises (Practice sequel)

Chapter Three

Again, I'm incredibly sorry. If you hate me and wanna stop following me, that's fine.

Shit, I'd unfollow me too.

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Kelsie's POV

Five years.

A whole five fucking years.

And she just had to turn up again.

I sigh, sitting up in the bed. Drake's back is turned to me, snoring lightly. I glare at the back of his head.

I should be mad at him. But I can't. It's not his fault, honestly. Though I wish it was, so maybe I wouldn't be so guilty all the time.

"You're gonna start shooting laser beams out of your eyes if you keep staring at me like that," Drake suddenly mumbles.

I jump slightly. "How'd you know?"

With a groan, Drake rolls over onto his back and squints at me. "Who wouldn't? And dammit, if you don't turn that bright ass lamp off I'm going to throw it out the window."

"Sorry," I mumble, and reach over to turn the lamp off, engulfing us in darkness except for the dim light shining through the windows.

"Thank you." Drake runs a hand over his face, sighing. Then he sits up and grabs his phone off of the dresser, the light illuminating his face. "Huh. No new messages. That's a first."

 I scoff.

 "You jealous, Mrs. Antisocial?" Drake smirks at me.

 "No, Aubrey, because I don't want every whore in the state blowing up my phone, thank you."

 "Who said they were whores?"

 I give him a look that could kill. Is this nigga serious?

 Drake, realizing his mistake, clears his throat. "I mean, uh. . ."

 I put up a "save it" hand and slip out of the covers to go downstairs. "Whateva, nigga."

 "Sorry!" he calls after me. I roll my eyes and head down to the kitchen.

 Liyah is sitting at the table, scribbling in a coloring book, fully dressed and ready for school. She hears me enter the room and turns around, a smile on her small face. "Hi, Mommy."

 "Hey, baby!" I can't help but grin back at her. "What are you doing awake?"

 She shrugs, turning her attention back to making sure she colors inside the lines of some cartoon character. I swear, no matter how old that girl gets, she will always have a coloring book with her. "You and Daddy was sleepin', so I just came down here and made some toast."

 I frown. "Toast?"

 "S'in the trash can."

 I waltz over to the trash can, and sure enough, there are two burned slices of bread staring back up at me. "Ah. That toast."

 I turn back to Liyah, who seems to be waiting for my reaction. "Well, how about I make you some Toaster Strudel real quick?"

 Liyah grins and nods vigorously.

 I wag a finger at her. "Ah, ah, ah. Next time, wake one of us up, baby. You could've burned down the house." Liyah visibly deflates, so I quickly add, "But I guarantee that one of us will get up to make you breakfast."