Enlighten Me (StemxStudxStud)

2

Brillari's Point of View~

I woke up with the thick smell of weed hanging around the room. My eyes slowly opened and I found a girl sleeping on top of me and our dead blunts across the room still faintly smoking. I started to slid myself up to sit up, but she murmured in her sleep then clutched me closer.

Everything felt like too much.

I moved her off of me softly and got out of bed. I found my boxers by her walk-in closet, then my air forces halfway inside. I smiled a little, then found my shirt and my pants. I slid my shirt over my bra and put back on my boxers. I couldn't find my socks but shorty was starting to wake up and I didn't want that type of confrontation. Sleep with a girl for one night, or a few and they get attached.

I had even started telling them beforehand that we didn't have anything and they wouldn't listen. Honestly if they feelings get hurt it's not even my fault anymore.

I'm just here for the bodyYyYyYyY.

My thoughts felt slow and they echoed. My limbs felt stiff and my emotions all felt neutral. I was more in tune with my surroundings but I also was still a little groggy with sleep. I unlocked the door and closed it behind me as softly as I could. Ole girl lived in some apartment on the first floor. I walked out on the rough path from there to the sidewalk.

It had to be like seven or eight because the sun wasn't at it's peak in the sky. I felt so tired. I found my way back to the front where visitor's parked and unlocked my car stiffly with the clicker. My hands were sore and my mouth was dry. Not to mention my waist and my back hurt. I needed to work out more in a different way.

I got inside and turned my car on. I pulled my seatbelt over my chest stiffly and pulled off. The doors automatically locked, and I looked both ways before I came out of the complex.

My phone started ringing not a moment later. It was Adorah! I smiled and pulled over as fast as I could.

I answered and cradled the phone against my shoulder as I searched for paper. Adorah always has something to tell me that I had to write down. Today probably wouldn't be any different.

"Brill....I know this isn't what you wanna hear today," she said with a scratchy voice.

All of my enthusiasm left my body. She sounded like she had been crying and coughing all night. My heart stopped and I began to worry. "Adorah, what's wrong? What's the problem?"

"They're giving me a hard time here," she chuckled. "Nobody on my level, really just....I don't know. A hard time about my medication. Everyone here seems to think I did what....I'm here for. I hate it here, lil sis."

"I'm gonna get you out, Adorah. I promise. I know you didn't do it," I promised her. She was the only person that could make tears fall down my face. The only person who had kept me strong when she was even weak. "You've done a lot for me, I won't let you down."

"How's your work going?" she asked in an attempt of a cheery tone, changing the subject.

"It's going good, I just released another song. It's called Livin It Thru," I told her proudly.

"Oh, what does that talk about?" she asked.

"My struggles and how ima overcome 'em," I smiled into the phone. "Well you keep overcoming. Focus on your music, don't worry about your ole big sister. I want you happy," she told me.

"You know I won't be happy without you here with me, Adorah."

"Try to be happy," she encouraged. "I gotta go," she whispered. "Alright, stay safe and stay low," I whispered back. Each time we hung up my heart broke. That could be the last time I talk to my sister.

I wiped my face, and sat my phone down in the center console (that's what it's called rii😭) and took in deep breaths. Adorah was right, she just wanted me happy and to focus on my career, but if she thought I was going to give up on her like our parents gave up on us, she was crazy.

I went back into traffic seeing an opening to come in, and headed back to my house. I was Brillari aka Ari Brill, an up and coming rapper, 20 years old, 5'7, from New York, and I resided in Texas. I lived a dangerous enough life being famous, but if I wanted to help my sister and find out who actually had killed all of those people, then it was about to get a hell lot more dangerous.

I came up on Sun's Distance, an upper class townhouse area, a good hour or two later. I put in my passcode, and entered into my neighborhood. I finally decided to turn on the radio and adjust the volume. They were talking about a rapping competition that was from this weekend to the next. It was already Saturday, but the competition was one where you had to send videos in. I hope there were still slots or spots open to send in videos.

I decided to look up the website they gave and see what you had to rap about. As I scrolled through my phone, I made it to my house and parked out front. I was a rising rapper, a little rapping competition could boost my popularity a bit. Since I wasn't managed by anyone and honestly didn't plan for that to ever happen, I got to handle my own shit and my own decisions. I feel like that helped keep me in line because I was keeping myself in line.

"Rapping...rapping about your childhood," I read out loud. I'm sure my childhood was the mirror of plenty of other black kids, but maybe my flow, lyrics, and personality could win me a spot. If not, I'd just have another rap video floating out there on social media to boost my fame.

I put my phone up and made a promise that I'd do the little video once I got some more sleep today. It said we had to post an IG Reel or video and tag the people, then see if we got picked. I already had over 20k followers on IG, so I knew that my fans would get me up.

My pictures were more popular than my rapping, because I was a model before I decided I wanted to do music, but I knew that with time and patience I would get to where I needed to in life.

I locked my front door behind me and went to my bedroom. I fell onto my nice king sized bed and fell asleep, laid across it.

Sex was tiring.

Brillari Destani Haven
*pic from Pinterest*

Adorah Solstice Haven
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