Y.A.S: Trey Songz love story:

:Give It Time:

Lielah:

I was sitting down in the living room . It had gotten Dark and Trey was asleep. Or at least i think he is. I feel so lonely down here by myself. But I'm use to it .... i shouldn't be here anyway. How could he possibly LOVE me. He doesn't.  I know he doesn't. It's just not possible. Love doesn't exist. It's a fictional idea. Just like unicorns and happiness . Right?

Never mind . Its what ever. I wish my dad would have been able to kill me. I would be with my mom right now. Instead of in this cold house. In this cold room and in this cold world. Every since in was 12 Ive tried to kill myself. But its like I just stop and I can never go through with it. My life would be so much more if I had my mom.  Just to see her face again. Her beautiful brown hair. Her  sandy brown skin. The pain behind her eyes. Her soft voice to tell me ..

*Everything is okay..*  I jumped startled by his voice  in my ear and his arms around me.* I'm sorry i didn't mean to scare you.* He kissed my nose. I nodded my head.*You okay ?  You're crying ... Again*  I wiped my eyes. He sighed.He pulled me into his chest and held me tightly..*What do you say we go have some fun ??* I shrugged .*Please... Just let me take you to the park or something.* He lifted my chin to look at him but I didn't look him in the eye.* Go get dressed babe* He smiled. I nodded my head and headed up the stairs.*I just don't get it. * I heard him mumble...

I decided to put on some thing cute ig. I didn't know where we were going. I put on some lady grey joggers. A black Nirvana half shirt and a grey nirvana beanie shifted to the side. My converse were black and white. I put on black Ray bans to cover my painful eyes.This looks hideous.I looked at my neck. The hand print is still a lil visible. I put my hand over the hand print and started choking  my self like my dad did. My hands were to skinny . I took the ends of my  long hair from both side and pulled them inward in the opposite direction. I pulled tight and my vision started to blur. I started to become light . I couldn't breathe and I was gasping for air. I tasted the blood at the back of my throat. Then all of a sudden my hands were taking away from my hair. And my neck was gently being messaged.  Someone was holding me tight and caressing my face. Things became clear again.  I seen the tears in Trey's eyes. Oh my.

*Trey! Why are you crying?*  I Asked shocked.

* Baby why? * He cried*Why would you want to do that Lielah?*He sobbed. I never seen him cry before. *Why should you wanna kill yourself.?* I wiped his tears.

* I'm sorry. Stop Crying Okay . I'm so sorry. Just stop crying.* I say wiping his tears as I sit up in his lap. I started feeling bad I didn't  mean to make him cry.*Trey I'm sorry.*

*What was I supposed to do if you would have died . Don't ever do me like that again ..Why would you do that baby why?* He cares?

* Why do you care?* I asked looking down.

*Are you crazy! * I jumped*I told you I love you Lielah.You thought I was lyin?*He kissed me* Dont do that anymore!*

I didn't say anything.  He repeatedly kissed my face . And held me tight. I wanted to cry but there were no tears.Being in his arms made my tears go away. What is this. Why does he make me feel that way.I like it.He kissed me on my lips. And Pushed my hair out of my face. He smiled .Then traced his hands over my neck. I made him cry..wait Why do I care. I'm not supposed to give a shit to be honest....But... I do.I looked up at him and seen him smiling at me.

*Your so beautiful.I love you.* He got up grabbing my hand and the key off the dresser.

We walked down to the car and he opened my door for me. I got in the car And started listening to music with my ear buds. I knew there wasn't going to. a anything to talk about. When he got in he leaned over To kiss my cheek and he grabbed hand then started driving. I felt the car come to a stop and I woke up. We were at this beautiful restaurant. Everything was designed in gold. Ché Lafiaét. It was gorgeous. Trey Got out to open my door. When we walked in the restaurant  I felt sick as if everybody was starring at me. And they were...clapping. Wtf. I stepped behind Trey. And tried to hide my face. They seated us and people were still staring. I started to get aggravated.I picked up a fork and tightened my grip. Trey took the fork out of my hand.