Save Me

17'

Jahseh

This is the fucking worst night of trying to sleep I have ever experienced in my 18 years of life. I feel like complete shit. I should've barged into shorty's room to apologize when I heard her crying. Groaning, I roll over onto my my back and stare at my ceiling. Listening closely, I can't hear her cries anymore which stopped around 11pm, a couple of minutes before my parents came home with Aiden. I'm guessing my mama and Aiden decided to let Zendaya sleep, cause usually they'd go and wake her up, saying how they're back and all that. I shake my head, smacking a hand over my face.

"Why the fuck did I say that?" I sigh out dramatically.

I can't stop saying it.

I'm so annoyed with Geneva and myself right now. Man, I was such an asshole then. I shake my head and decide that I can't sleep with this all on my conscious. Sitting up, I slip out of my bed and walk quietly out of my room, making sure not to wake anyone up. I walk not even three feet to Zendaya's door and put my hand on the knob, twisting it, but to come to find out it's locked. I groan loudly , leaning my forehead against the door, trying to think of another way to get in there without waking anyone up. I think about picking her door, but it doesn't have a keyhole. I could always use the butter knife method but that could chip the paint and mama would be pissed.

Sighing lightly, I turn and go back into my room, suddenly remembering that I have the emergency room. I have a window with a rope ladder built and tucked into a compartment in the windowsill, a phone on my wall, and I have a small door in my closet, leading to the other room closet, which in this case happens to be Zendaya's. I quickly pad over to my closet and drop to my hands and knees, crawling through the darkness. Reaching the back, I move some bags out of the way, before finding the small handle and pulling it to the side, letting the door slide open with a couple of creaking noises. I cringe, hoping she's not too light of a sleeper. After waiting a couple of seconds, I crawl through the small door and stand up when I'm fully in her closet. Pushing some of her clothes aside, I make it to her closet door, walking out into her slightly dark room. Her window and curtains let some of the moonlight seep in and I walk over to her bed, attempting to wake her up gently.

"Zendaya!" I whisper shout.

She toss and turns, but doesn't respond. I get a glimpse of her tear stained face in the moonlight, and I frown, frustrated, really wishing she'd just wake up so I can say what I need to. I pull back her covers, ignoring the fact that she's just in a tank top and panties. I mean, what's the point in not looking?

I've already seen her butt ass naked.

I start to laugh at the hilarious memory and pull her up by her arms gently. She starts to wobble around, and I slip one arm around her waist to keep her steady. While doing so, I realize I'm caressing her small baby bump. I get a little carried away and start to stroke and rub it softly, marveling at how a whole human being is creating in there. I frown at the thought that this is my first time seriously touching a baby bump. Geneva is like two weeks behind Zendaya, and she should have at least a pudgy stomach, but she doesn't. I furrow my brows, now thinking about it, but freeze as Zendaya whimpers out softly.

Oh fuck!

I stay completely still as she stretched and her hands lay softly on my shoulders. Her eyes are still closed, but her face shows confusion as she shakily runs her hands down my arms, traveling up to my chest.

Fuck, I should've put on a shirt before I came in here.

Her eyes slowly open and she gasps loudly, before squealing, trying to get away from me. I firmly hold onto her waist and try to get around her thrashing to cover her mouth.