𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - EBC

• twenty five •

I appreciate the way you want me, I can't lie
I drop it low, I back it up, I know you wanna think you're mine
Baby, I totally get it, you can't guess so
You can't get me off your mind
We in it together, but don't call me angel

ℕ𝔸𝕆𝕄𝕀
*the day before the birthday*
I'm kinda excited....it's my birthday tomorrow. Isla and mine actually. i can't believe we'll be 20.
"hello? earth to Naomi? anyone?" i look over to my tablet and freeze when i realise i'm on a video call with a classmate.
"sorry. i zoned out"
she nods "happy birthday in advance!"
i smile and thank her.
she gets back to serious mode and we start working on the project.
*two hours later*
the project is done and we're ready to submit it. i lie back and sigh in relief. Anthropology is not easy.
my relaxation party is cut short by my mom knocking on my door. i've been staying at my
moms house for the past couple days since Lora and Jordan are in Hawaii to *ahem* enjoy the last of their break. cuties, those two.
"honey?" my mom looks extremely hesitant and nervous, which is totally unlike her "can we talk?"
i nod and pat a spit on the bed for her to sit.
she doesn't sit.
instead she hugs me tight and hands me a letter.
"i've given isla hers even though i was supposed to give it to you tomorrow. please...forgive me" her eyes glisten for a second
before i can ask her anything, she walks out.
i open the letter and almost faint.
it's....it's a letter from papa.
my eyes skim through the letter and tear up.
by the time i've read the letter, my eyes are wet and so is my face.
i open the door and head straight to moms room.
"YOU LIED TO ME" i holler
"baby, i..." mom is crying but i can't care
"you...you knew jenna was alive and you didn't care to tell us. you knew dad killed himself but you didn't tell us. what the heck kind of mother are you?" i scream at her, letting free the pain, the anguish.
"Naomi!" i turn to see Isla in shock.
then she drops to her knees
"Jennas...alive?" the unopened letter in her hand crumbles
"girls....listen"
i hold up my hand.
"i can't even look at you" i say and run out of the house. i run. i run to nowhere in particular but he finds me. he always does.
"babe? are you okay?" he asks stroking my hair as i hug him.
"my sisters alive" i sob "my dad killed himself. my life is a lie"
suddenly an idea pops into my brain.
i ignore his questioning gaze on me and look up the words on my phone.
'Jennifer Albert'
it's the name we used with Jenna when we used to play the spy game. i find a few profiles and one of them is my sisters.
Dallas, Texas. score.
"please don't tell me" i look at him and he's pleading with his eyes for me not to do it.
i ignore him and start walking.
"you can't! please" i feel his hand on my wrist and shakes it off
"who says i can't? it's my choice"
"me. i say you can't" i gasp and turn to him.
"you think you can fucking tell ME what to do?" i yell as people turn to look at us.
"Screw you" i say and turn on my heel.
from now on it's me, myself and i.
i'm done being the sad, follower bitch i was.
i make my own choices and i don't need anyone to dictate my life.
no matter how much i love them.

Boy, don't call me angel
You ain't got me right
Don't call me angel
You can't pay my price
Ain't from no Heaven
Yeah, you heard me right
Even though you know we fly
Don't call me angel

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Don't Call Me Angel.

i had no idea what to write for the days before the birthday but i said, screw it, let's jump to the point there so sorry if you don't like it but 🤷‍♀️
this book seems to be ending pretty soon so can yall give me some book ideas? cuz i think i'll do a few more chapters of my wdw and cnco preferences book and leave them be then so please comment/ dm (ONLY if you're not comfortable with commenting publicly)
also i'll be writing Naomis letter in the next chapter so yep stay tuned.
serious shit boutta go here so i hope you're hypedddd :)