Giving my heart to a thug

Chapter Four ( Two weeks later Aaliyah)

Two Weeks Later Aaliyah It was the day that Cameron was going to be released from the hospital. I was throwing him a welcome home party with his sisters. So, he would know how much we appreciate him and miss him. While decorating the living room with Bianca and Lauren, I started to ask them questions about their mother. They both looked at each other then looked at me. "Why do you want to know about our mother for?" Lauren answered with a nasty attitude. "Stop being disrespectful to Cam's girlfriend." Bianca giggled. "Can people stop saying I'm his girlfriend when I'm not. The reason why I'm asking about y'all mother is because he never talks about her or y'all father. And I haven't seen them once since everything happened."
"Well our father isn't in our lives and our mother is somewhere doing drugs." Bianca replied with a little tear coming out of her eyes. After getting everything done for the party, I receive a text message from Abigail saying that she was on the way to pick up Cameron with her brother. I was so happy because he was on his way home and now, I can have time to spend with him and catch up on some personal stuff. I went into the kitchen to check on the chicken before I needed to head upstairs to get myself ready. While in the kitchen, Cameron's little sister Lauren came running up to me and said I want you to be my brother's girlfriend. I looked at her like she was crazy but then again, I thought to myself that if I'm his girl then he won't be getting in no trouble at all but it's way too early for all that. I received another text from Abigail saying that they were at the hospital and waiting for the release papers and for us to be ready in like thirty minutes. I immediately told Bianca to watch the chicken so me and Lauren can take a shower then get dressed before Cameron gets here. I went upstairs and went straight to the bedroom and took everything out that I needed for my shower. I moved around quickly because I knew I didn't have that much time. After showering I got dressed and went ahead and did my hair and makeup because I wanted to look good for him. When Bianca came knocking on the door saying they were here I quickly gathered myself and rushed downstairs. We turnt off all the lights and made sure no one made a noise because they were literally right outside the door. Everybody was in position and ready to go when we heard the doorknob twist. When they walked in everyone yelled 'Welcome home Cam! "It was all Aaliyah's idea to have a party for you." Both of his sisters said. "Oh, really she did." he answered, trying to hide his smile. "Yeah she did but let us leave you two love birds alone." Lauren mumbled under her breath. "Make her your girlfriend and I'm not playing." Lauren replied. "Little girl if you don't go somewhere before I hit you." Bianca said to Lauren. Cam and me laughed because they stay arguing with each other. "Did they give you a hard time?" Cameron asked me. "Nah they didn't. They were good. Plus, we had a girl's day out with each other." I replied. "That's what's up. I appreciate you looking after them while I was down and shit." He told me on some real shit. I blushed and told him it was cool cause Bianca was my friend and Lauren kept me rollin. I made him a plate of food and then stole a bite of his chicken before walking back in the kitchen for a cup of Henny on the rocks I had poured him. He was old enough to drink. Barely. I sat down next to him, kicked my shoes off and tucked them under myself as I grabbed the remote and put Black Panther on. I just watched the TV for a few minutes pretending that I didn't feel him staring at me. Before I could say anything, he spoke. "Liyah.." "What's up? You need something?" I asked him. "Yeah. I need you. I need you to stop playing and be my girl. You already act like you are. Then when someone says it, you act funny. Like, why you playing, ma?" He wanted to know. I rolled my eyes and sat back, just watching him with my pretty ass eyes. When I didn't respond, he kept speaking. "I already know you want you to be my girl so just stop playing and say yes already." He said to me asked me with a serious face. "Damn can y'all stop asking me this. I already told y'all that I'm not ready for a relationship.'' I told him. "I'm sorry to keep asking you but I want you as mine and nobody else's." Cameron said with a smile on his face. "Listen. I don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. My mother and I have never gotten along. I'm barely making it. Scraping and saving with my little job to get an efficiency or something to live in. Hell, even a room would be good at this point. But I still have to wait a week until I'm eighteen before I can sign a lease. I ain't got shit for a nigga." He just shook his head. "See, all of that right there is what you got for a nigga. This one. That independent, go get em attitude. And you been holding me down since I got jumped and stabbed. What makes you think I won't take care of you. You ain't gotta go back to the shelter. You stay here from now on." He told me, reaching over and taking my hand. I caught myself thinking, "Aww that was so sweet." I didn't want to let him know that I was feeling him just yet. So I let my mouth say something different. Alright. I'll spend the night here tonight and think about your offer first. Because I don't want to move too fast." I told him again. He smiled and showed that little gap in the front of his white teeth and I almost jumped in his lap right then. I still couldn't let on just how long I had a crush on him. I didn't want him to break my heart. He was a drug dealer and all that came with that. But, I already knew what I wanted. "Alright enough talking let's go and be with the rest of them." He said to me. Helping Cameron into the living room where everyone was sitting down, joking around and talking about their memories, I was having a good time. Especially with him sitting next to me. My phone had vibrated, and it was a call from my mother again. I just ignored it and kept on enjoying myself. She kept calling my phone over and over and I got so aggravated and just answered. "What do you want from me?" I asked her. "I need to see you and tell you something in person." she answered back slowly. "Well I'm busy right now and I can't talk so please don't call me again." "Can you just meet me somewhere, Liyah. Please?" My mother pleaded.. "I'm not meeting you nowhere so please stop asking me ma." I replied yelling thru the phone. "Really Aaliyah you going to do that to your mother." Cameron had leaned in and whispered from behind me. "Do what to my mother? She kicked me out like I told you before." I replied with an attitude. "I'm just saying she is your mother like give her another chance." "I'm not giving no one another chance. So, are we going to be only talking about me and her or we going to celebrate you being home? It's your choice" "We going to celebrate me begin home with my family." Cameron replied with a smile on his face as he shrugged his shoulders. I could tell he wanted to argue more about my mother and I. But, I wasn't here for it. People didn't understand why I was so disrespectful to my mother. She had been on drugs half of my life. My cousin and grandmother basically raised me. My mother got clean after my Mom-mom died and then I moved in with her. It was either that or foster care. But, we never knew each other or got along that well. The truth was, I didn't even really see her as my mother. And she always acted like I was some Thot or something. Like she was jealous of me. Her own daughter. It might be wrong, but I wasn't trying to really mend our relationship. As far as I was concerned, when she kicked me out like that, it was the last straw. I was stuck in my thoughts over that. Moments later Abigail came walking over talking about she about to leave. "Alright call me when u get home." Seeing Abigail walk out the front door with a smile on her face made me smile. After everyone left, I immediately started to clean up with Bianca. I wanted to get it over with so that I could go on the back porch and relax while looking at the stars. Cameron came walking slowly out behind me saying how he appreciated everything that I was doing for him. When he told me that my stomach started to flutter like it always did when he came around. I didn't know how to answer. He took my face in his hands and turned it to look at him. "Hey boo, did you hear me? I'm serious. I want you to know I really appreciate you. You do know that, right?" He told me with a smile on his face. "Yes, I know, and you are welcome. Cam now can u tell me why you always selling?" "Ever since I dropped out of school there was no other choice for me." Cameron stated. "You sound stupid cause there was another choice, but you chose the wrong one. But enough with us talking about you selling drugs let's talk about your mother and father." I announced, prying into his business. "Well, when your sister's stomachs are growling, it doesn't seem like you have another choice. That's why I chose to feed them over going to school. And I needed the fast money. End of story. And why you wanna know about my parents? They don't care about me or my sisters." "I was just asking but its whatever." I said with an attitude and went back to looking at the stars. "Really Aaliyah that's how you going to be. Getting a little childish ass attitude when I just saw the way you spoke to your mother. At least she trying to make shit right. And you shitting on her. Okay, you want to know. I'll tell you. Our mother is a drug addict and we never knew our fathers. Like what the fuck you want me to say? After my grandmother died, I had to make a way to survive for me and my sisters. The house is paid off. But bills don't stop and love don't feed them or put clothes on their backs. It don't buy their school supplies or set Bianca up to go to Community until she can get a grant or something for a University. It damn sure don't buy them expensive ass books. Now, you wanted the truth and the whole truth, there you go, your honor." He said as he sat in the chair next to me looking exhausted. With him saying that, I had nothing left to say. Hell, there was nothing else to say. He was right and I was wrong. It was best I left that topic alone for a while. I could tell talking about his parents was a soft spot for him. But him opening up to me made me feel a lot closer to him. I took his hand and we just sat there, watching the sky until he fell asleep.