Coming May 1, 2020...
Watch her build, watch her grow and watch her survive with tears in her eyes, but not tears of fear nor was it tears of hurt. It was tears of happiness, tears of finally conquering her fears. From this man.
"I wanna go! I don't...
Y'all asses about to be hurt but....Oh sweet fucking well😋.
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New, York Harlem 11:34am Monday Morning...
Omniscient POV!!!
Heaven was currently laying in the bed with darla eating a bowl of soup Tremaine's mother had made for her when she found out the sweet poor girl wasn't feeling good. Tremaine had left early this morning, because he claimed he had something important to attend to and it was dealing with his work. So he say.
Heaven couldn't deny or reject the feeling in her heart and the voices in her head telling her that he was lying because who goes to work at 5:30am in the morning? He never did that, so what made him do it now. She wasn't trying to jump to conclusion, but something just didn't add up and she knew it. The constantly of his phone ringing, being out late, not being really affectionate, barely talking to her. All the flags were right in front of her face, yet she tried her very best to believe that he wasn't going out doing things he wasn't suppose to be doing.
She knew she shouldn't be trying to worry about negative things, but he gave her no choice, all the things he was doing was starting to make her mind constantly think about him doing wrong things to her. Although, heaven didn't know much about relationships, there was this one thing she did know and it was 'if a man was always going out late night or being very secretive, he was either cheating or trying to surprise you with something'.
Heaven was really trying her very best to go with the second option, instead of the first. Plus, she was sure he wouldn't do such a thing to her. I mean, she have been nothing but loyal & thrust worthy to him. The only thing she did that was wrong was talk to another man without telling him and she regretted it and apologized more than multiple times.
Slowly, heaven stood up from the bed glancing over at the clock that sat on killa's dresser. 8:46pm and he still wasn't here nor made any effort to call her and see how she was doing. Heaven ran her hands through her natural jet black hair, stopping to scratch her scalp. "At least my stomach don't hurting anymore" She said, trying to uplift her dull spirt.
Grabbing her phone off the dresser, she immediately went to her instagram account she made like a week ago and already had gained more than 3k+ followers, which was absolutely crazy. She would've never thought so many people would've actually followed her, all she did was post a couple pictures and videos. That's not really nothing to brag or follow someone about but she didn't complain.
