Tough Love *COMPLETED*

Chap. 34 • "History"

Aya Weathers

The purple bruises painted on my arms caused a restless night and a painful morning. Turns out one of the cuts were bleeding, so it was on my pillow. I had to be extra careful in the shower, since my steaming water only burned to the touch along my forearms.

I can't believe I let his disrespect lead up to this. I'd be blind, stupid, and a whole lot of other things to act like nothing happened. Every time I think things are getting better, he's back on his bullshit. I doubt we'll continue to be together after last night.

He hasn't even tried calling me, texting me, popping up at my house, nothing. It's 2 in the afternoon, so I know he's awake. Why isn't he call—

Forget it. The calls would be pointless. I would enjoy knowing that he cares to see if I'm okay after he manhandled me for calling him a stupid word, which he called me first. But I guess certain situations shed light on toxic traits that could be missed.

It's been almost 2 months that we were together. Would've been 2 tomorrow. But things don't go as planned, do they?

I'm not beating myself up about it. I gave him his chance, I don't know why I expected anything more. I knew what I was risking when I made that one month deal. Lesson learned, risk taking ain't for everybody. Especially not me. Sounds familiar, huh?

Now I'm alone. I mean, it's not like I haven't been alone before. I don't go out much. But I'm really alone. Everybody turned on me, I have nobody to fall back on. Kenny and I are cool, but I just can't face him yet. My brother has a life now, can't go around trailing behind him. And my boyfriend shouldn't even be considered my boyfriend anymore.

I'm not only physically alone, but mentally. Since my miscarriage, it's been hard being myself. I feel so out of body, and I don't even know how to fix it.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, my phone began to ring. I turned it over, glad the caller ID wasn't Chris. Instead it was Tony.

"Hello?" I sort of mumbled. Look at me, don't even know how to talk right.

"Aya, why didn't you tell me you could sing?!" He exclaimed over the phone, causing me to furrow my brows.

"I'm confused. What makes you think I can sing?" I scratched my head, looking at myself in the mirror again. From the bruises, to the bags under my eyes, to the messy hair, I looked terrible.

"I'm in here listening to a demo for Back To Love, and this is you singing. This is crazy." He chuckled in disbelief. I don't get the hype, it wasn't that good.

"Yeah, I guess I can hold a note or two. Why exactly is that important?" I held the phone up to my ear with my shoulder while wrapping gauze around my arm.

"You know how big of an opportunity this is? You have serious talent. Not only could you write your own songs, but you could sing and produce them too." I threw the tape back into my medicine cabinet, slamming it shut.

"I'm really not built for that type of stuff. I can barely handle the publicity as of now." I frowned, looking at a Shaderoom post of me and Chris at the game. The first pics were cute, then it transitioned to us arguing. I closed Instagram and sighed deeply.

"I have an idea. How quick do you think you can get down here?" He asked.

"I don't know, Tony. I really wasn't really planning on going out today." I chewed on my bottom lip, looking at my deranged appearance.

"I promise it'll be worth your time. Please?"

Taking a moment of silence, I gave in.

"I'll be there in 20." I simply told him before hanging up the phone.