Have you ever been in the predicament that an individual was obsessed with you. They stalked you, tried to figure out where you rest your head and anybody else that you associate with; family and all. They tampered with your things and showed up at your job unexpected. They sent you letters, sweet and threatening. You start to get afraid and tell your close friends and family. Your obsessor realizes your mistake and your friends and family start disappearing one by one until there's nobody left. The obsessor won't stop until they get what they want, which is you.
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"Mariah live a little! You know this is like your only weekend off ," my sister Michelle persuaded me as we maneuvered through the club. I held onto her arm tightly so I won't get lost in the crowd of booty hoppers. Once we arrived to the steps leading to the vip, I blew a breath of relief and loosened my grasp. "What you so scared of?"
"I haven't been to a club in years Chelle," I told her as we made our way up the steps. She giggled and looked my way. "Mariah it's no big deal." Once we got to the top step, we found an available couch. "It is a big deal. I'm twenty nine years old, I don't belong here."
"You don't even look twenty nine Riah. You look too sexy to be that old," she said causing both of us to laugh.
"Well thanks Chelle. You want a drink?" I asked her. She nodded her head and looked out at the rest of the people in VIP. I stood up and adjusted my black jumpsuit that seemed to hug my body to perfection. I walked over to the bar cautiously, catching a few stares in the process.
"Good evening beautiful," the bartender greeted me with a warm smile. I smiled and sat at one of the stools. "Good evening. Can I get two strawberry daiquiris please?" He nodded his head and left from in front of me. After waiting for at least three minutes, he comes with two tall glasses of the red drink. "It's on the house. Come back soon baby," he said while handing me the glasses.
"Thank you," I said while hopping off the stool. I walked slowly but steadily to my original seat.
"Oooh, you got my favorite!" Michelle exclaimed as I passed her her drink. I nodded my head and took a sip from the straw. The cold but fruity drink pleased my taste buds as it flowed down my throat. The music suddenly came to a halt as the DJ's voice boomed through the speakers. "Ay' everybody! Listen up! We have a special guest tonight. Comin' from New Orleans and havin' 'I Luv This Shit' as his number one hit, welcome August Alsina!"
The sudden sounds of shrieking and screams startled me. "Who is this August person?" I asked Michelle but she ignored me, leaving from by my side and rushing to the balcony showcasing the stage. I groaned and went to stand by her. I looked down at the stage and saw a tall, skinny, and light toned figure that sported an all black fit. Dark shades hid his eyes from the excited crowd. I wondered what was behind those black shades.
"Aye wassup?" He asked the crowd with a wide grin. I can tell he was beyond happy at the anticipation of the crowd. Music started to boom from the speakers, causing me to instantly bob my head along with the beat.
Red light, you know we can't make this thing that official
Believe we had a great night but I ain't the type to tell you that I miss you, shit
You don't like that I make this easy, leaving
After sexing on the floor
Baby I know you need me, like I need you
But I'm not the one you wanna love
So just pop a couple bands with a nigga like me
Loving ain't the same with a nigga like me
You used to them, but ain't no loving me
