(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 43: Come & In Front Of The Kids!?

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

February 4, 1993

Tia's P.O.V

I've been out of the hospital for about a little over a week now, with the exception of going to breathing therapy. Actually, I'm just coming from breathing therapy. They say breathing therapy has many uses like improvement on physical, mental, and spiritual help. I've improved in one area and that's physical. The things that have occurred in my life still haunts me in real life and in my dreams.

Sometimes I can't decipher my dreams fron reality, especially since my dreams/nightmares were once my reality. Sleep was one of the three things that I did to run away from everything. All I had was my dreams, but now I can't even do that in peace majority of the times. Elijah has been here accompanying me along the way. I don't really feel comfortable living alone right now being that they still haven't caught the two men that put me in the hospital. Apparently "they're still matching samples," and I don't believe that one bit.

"Girl, this Atlanta weather is as bipolar ass hell. 'Cept Gary is colda."

"Yeah," I replied to him only halfway listening.

"Okay... What's been up with you lately?" He turned to me.

"Nothing..." I shrugged.

"Sure, we gon' get to the bottom of this one of these day. I know not today, with yo stubborn ass." He laughed. "I do got some news though." His eyebrows jumped up and down.

"Boy, what?" My eyes shifted from the road. No, my voice wasn't hostile, it was a playful tone.

"I decided that I'll stay. It's beneficial for both of us, with you being my biggest supporter and me being here to keep you company." He beamed.

"Yeah, you were always the one talking about having your friends as roommates. You, me, and ol' girl." I chuckled.

"Yeah... Ol' girl." He chuckled shaking his head.

We don't speak of her because of what she did. She broke girl code and dated the only person I've dated. All three of us used to be tight but Elijah and I were tighter. Ol' girl had her own set of friends, those friends were troubled and VERY messy. I mean, I'm not mad anymore, it was years ago, but that trust I once had for her is GONE.

"While you was in therapy, I enrolled in the same community college as you." He smiled.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows.

After the incident, I transferred out of my previous college and enrolled in a community college. It wasn't entirely up to me. My brother told me and I quote, "You know you ain't goin' back to that school right?" I didn't really want to go back though, him saying that is what really made me leave. Truth is, if I were to go back, I would have been more paranoid. Plus, the community college is much closer to my house.

"Girl, yeah. I realized that being here made me realize what I was missin'. I love my hometown but guuurrrrlll... Ain't shit to do there!" He laughed.

"I agree with you, as much as I LOVE home, it's boring. You know that I ALWAYS said I'd leave when I got the chance to, so when that chance came, I boompt. Hey, what classes did you get?"