When I Say, I Love You...

Chapter 18

There was a knock aty door, a part of me just wanted to ignore it but I got up anyway to see who it was. "Who is it!" I called. 

"Girl, open this door!"I recognized that voice anywhere. It was my producers and my two most best friends in the world, Timbaland and Missy.I opened the door." What are y'all doing here this late?" 

Girl, its only ten."Tim said.  

"My point exactly, I'm usually sleep by now." 

Missy gave me a look, she knew I was lieing."Girl, you need to get yo and out this apartment and get out and have some fun!" She said. 

" What if I'm not in the mood for having fun?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. 

"Well then you better get in it because your coming with us to this party. And we are not taking no for an answer." 

I shook my head." No I am not coming." I wasn't in mood for partying, I wanted to stay in my apartment and watch movies. At least I had my puppy to watch them with, that was better then nothing." Girl if you don't come I swear I will pick you up and carry you out to that limo." 

I crossed my hands across my chest" Well I guess your just gonna have to do that because I'm not coming." I Said stubbornly. 

Tim and Missy gave each other looks and the next thing I knew he picked me up and carried me down my apartment stairs. The was laughing so hard at the little joke but me personally was pissed the fuck off. I found myself stuck in a car . Missy and Timbaland was laughing their asses off. 

I gave them an evil look." Y'all gone pay for this." I grunted. 

"Oh Ali, you gone have fun! Watch you'll see." Missy laughed 

I rolled my eyes."I don't plan on it." I groaned under my breath.

We pulled up at some club, I don't even remember the name, but it was crowded and Missy's body hard had to led us to the VIP section. There was red lights beaming down on us. I sat down in the chair across from Timbaland's he smiled at me."So what do you want to drink?" 

"They got any soda?" I asked. 

Timbaland busted into laughter." Girl, they ain't got no damn soda!" He was laughing at me like,I Saud a crazy joke or something." This is a club" 

" I know that, but I don't drink alcohol." I said. 

"Your almost twenty-six years old and you've never once in your life had an alcoholic beverage?" Missy asked as if it was just that hard to believe. 

I shook my head. 

"Well that's gonna change tonight."Timbaland said then he stood up and disappeared in the crowd."Should I be worried?" I asked missy. 

She laughed " no girl, it ain't gone kill you." 

I just looked at her. I wasn't sure if should believe her,or not. Drinking was never something I wanted to do. I remembered the Times when Michael and I would go to this club called Studio 54 in los Vegas, we would just go for the dancing, but the people in there would be so drunk and high that they couldn't stand up on their own.  

Timbaland returned with a tray full of drinks I wrinkled my nose at the sight of them, some was,in big glasses others where in small ones. I gave Tim a,look that said ' please,don't make me do this' he smiled and shook his head. He picked up in of the glasses and handed it to me." Try this." He,said. 

I grabbed the glass and held,it up TI my nose. The smell of it made my nostrils burn, but I took a,sip anyway. This drink was string I started coughing and handed it back to him" That's to strong!" I complained  

He,started to chuckle "okay you should try something small. He took a bottle if what looked liked some kind of juice, and opened it he picked some of it into a glass and then filled the rest,up with one of the drinks. He handed it to me. 

I hesitated for a moment but i then took it to my mouth to take a sip. This one tasted way better then the first,one. I stunk that one in a matter of seconds and placed,the glass down on the table,asking Tim to put so more in glass. He,did and I drunk that one, then the,next one and the next one,and the next one..........

Michael's POV

Michael opened the door to Aaliyah's apartment and found it empty. The thing there was her dog, which she didn't have a name for yet. Michael found it rather odd that,she wasn't home because she always spent her Friday Night's in her apartment watching old movies,or something of that matter. He decided to call her phone but it,went straight to voice mail. He tried calling Susanne but she didn't answer her,phone. So Michael just decided to wait for her. He,would,wait all night if he had to.

Michael woke up when he heard something coming from the living room. Hoping that it would be Aaliyah he jumped out of her,bed and walked to the living room. Instead he found Aaliyah's producers Missy and Timbaland they looked at him with fear in,there,eyes. 

" what are you two doing here?" He asked. Michael glanced over at Timbaland who was holding something in his arms, something that seem to have weighed slot,of weight. Michael just couldn't make out what IR was because it,was so dark. He walked ever to a lamp and cut it on.He then saw what it was. Aaliyah was passed out in Timbaland's arms. Michael ran over to her in an instant. 

" What happened to her? Where did you take her, What did you do to her?" He asked in a panicky tone. 

" she had a little to much to drink." He said only answering one of his questions. 

" To. Much. To .drink?" He,asked through his teeth. 

Timbaland layed her down on the couch. Ignoring Michaels question." She just need some sleep, thats all shell be better by the morning." He said 

Missy patted Michael on the Back." Shes gonna need slot more then sleep, Michael." She whispered to him. 

Michael nodded. Then looked at Tim, his eyes blazing" What were you doing giving her alcohol anyway?" 

Timbaland walked towards,the door trying to avoid an,argument with Michael.,they never got along. Tim was in love with Aaliyah secretly and Michael knew about it, and Tim was jealous of Michael,because he had,Aaliyah. He turned to missy" you coming? He asked 

She nodded. And gave Michael hug and followed behind Tim out the door. 

When Michael was completely alone he went to the bathroom and ran some bathwater for her when that was ready, he put her in and bath her like she was a little baby, he could smell the alcohol in her breath. And the cigarette smoke in her hair. He washed her hair and then brushed it into a pony tail, He took her out the tub and out her favorite white Rob on her then picked her up and layer her in,her bed. Then cuddling up next to her.  

She began to wake up but Michael said,"Shh..." and then began humming a tune to her that immediately popped in his head. She soon feel back to sleep, in the arms of the one who loved her the most .