eighteen

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AALIYAH

flashback*

aaliyah - age eleven

"where are you going?"
i asked looking at her.

she blew the cigarette smoke towards me adjusting her purse on her shoulder.

"don't worry about where i'm going,you just worry about doing them dishes like i told you"

she went to leave the room as i stopped her.
"wait!"

she looked back at me taking a drag of the cigarette.
"where's miles?"

she shrugged,rolling her eyes.
"don't worry about miles.he's gone be just fine"

she looked around the small dirty room that only held a mattress on the floor with a few blankets.

"clean this damn house,jaden is watching you while i'm gone."
she slammed the door making me flinch.

i sat on my 'bed' waiting for her to leave before i heard the front door close making me get up and open my door.

i looked around the top floor making sure that jaden wasn't anywhere in sight.

i peeked around corners before slowly opening the door to my moms room.

i creeped in slowly,jaden was sprawled out on the bed asleep and miles was nowhere in sight.

i made sure to close the door all the way,making my way down the stairs of the apartment.

the house was a mess.
jaden's clothes were thrown all over the living room and bathroom and there were dishes everywhere.

i tried to pick them up as much as i could as quietly as i could.
i went to the kitchen getting the stool and washing the dishes.

"aaliyah."
somebody whispered.
"liyah,i'm in the closet."

i jumped off the stool going to the closet and getting on the floor.
"miles,can you hear me?"

"aaliyah,he locked me in here again and i-"
he stuttered gasping lightly.
"you can't what miles? talk."

"i can't breathe,i need to get out.go get the phone and call dad."

"but the phone is in mamas room-"
i said worriedly.

"aaliyah,please."
he whined.
"ok,stay here i'll be back"

i got off the floor,walking back up the stairs quietly.
i slowly opened the door,seeing jaden in the same spot he was in when i left.

i slowly grabbed the phone off of the table as he shuffled in bed before staying still again.

i left the room quickly walking down the stairs again.
i mumbled the numbers over and over again.

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