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smilingformoney · 5 years

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Platinum Diamond Scene: Get Fiona’s Help

Fiona: Atta girl. Now stand back, let me get a good look at you. Fiona: Let’s see. We could go with the hardworking perfectionist, the unparalleled vocal technician. Fiona: Maybe a real ‘heart on your sleeve’ type, just full of emotion, and… sensitive, spontaneous, adventurous. You: That… could be me. Fiona: Then that’s it! You work hard, you play hard. You live life to the fullest. Fiona: I’ve got it. Here’s what we’re going to do. Fiona pulls you forward and whispers in your ear…

TV Producer: All right, everyone! Solid work. That’s a wrap for the day. Get home safe, everybody! Fiona gives you a signal from the back of the auditorium. It’s go time. You: Um, actually… could everyone follow me, just for a second? Avery: Cadence? What’s going on? What have you got up your sleeve? You: It’s a surprise. A good on, though. Trust me. Raleigh: You’ve got my attention. TV Producer: Hey, get those cameras back on. Follow Cadence! Soon, everyone… like, everyone… is following you down the aisle. You get to the end of the aisle, kick open a door, and…

Quadruple Threat: What up, everyone! DJ Quadruple Threat in the house! We ready to get down? The DJ has his turntables set up next to… Raleigh: Do I smell pizza? You: Yep! Ordered in special from Napolitano’s. It’s a hometown favourite. Dig in, everyone! You smile wide for the cameras, as per Fiona’s instructions.

SLICE OF PIZZA -Cheese!

TV Producer: What’s this all for? Why the surprise party?

You: I just figured… -Enough work, let’s have some fun! +20

You: We’ve been here since the crack of dawn, working out butts off. Why shouldn’t we take a load off?

-I wanted to thank the crew! +20

You: You guys have been working so hard all day, lugging that heavy equipment around. You: I just wanted to say thanks! One in a Million would be nothing without you.

-I wanted to everyone to become friends! +20

You: It’s so easy to get caught up in competition and rivalry. We forget why we’re really here. You: We’re here because we love music. And music should bring us together. You: What better way to drive the point home than an awesome party?

TV Producer: Perfect! That’s gotta be in the segment. Ether: This is almost as magical as the sound meditation retreat I did in Joshua Tree with my Burning Sands camp. Avery: Amazing! Great idea, Cadence! Ryder: Usually I’d celebrate with a round of shots, but pizza will do. Three slices of the Deep Dish Combo to be exact. Fiona gives you a wry smile and a nod. Fiona: What’d I tell you? Jaylen takes a bite of pizza, almost thoughtfully. Jaylen: Well-played. You: Uh, thanks. You turn to see a camera zooming in closer on both of you. Camerawoman: … TV Producer: Let’s get a close reaction shot here. Jaylen, as the competition, how do you feel about Cadence throwing this party? Jaylen puts on a well-practiced smile. Jaylen: Beyond stoked. After a long day of rehearsal, this’ll hit the spot. It’s like she read my mind! Before you can react, she engulfs you in a big hug. You: Oh! TV Producer: Jaylen’s such a sweetheart.

You: Jaylen… -You’re lying! I know you’re upset.

You: Just admit it. Can’t you be authentic for once? TV Producer: Oooh, intrigue. TV Producer: Oh, get a shot of Avery clinking glasses with the others! The crew zooms off, and Jaylen looks at you calmly. Jaylen: Not bad. They’ll like the drama.

-I’m glad we get to celebrate together!

You: We’re both working hard toward the same goal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect Jaylen as a musician and artist. You: So it’s great to get to know her better off-hours. TV Producer: Hmm, professionals on the clock, budding friendship off of it. TV Producer: Oh, get a shot of Avery clinking glasses with the others! The crew zooms off, and Jaylen looks at you skeptically. Jaylen: Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think? You: But I really meant it. And you’re the one who hugged--

Jaylen: Now, excuse me. I have some pizza to eat. She’s right. Fainting from hunger at your party probably’s not the way to go. Time to grab a slice. Stat. Raleigh: Hey, hold up a minute. Just what are you up to? You: Just getting pizza. Care to join me? Raleigh: No, no, I mean… what’s your angle here? What’s your game?

You: My game? -I’m here to win.

You: And if I want to go that, I have to get the crew and the judges on my side. Raleigh: Well, it’s a great scheme. I know Jaylen’s got that in mind too. You: And you didn’t mind playing along with her story earlier? Raleigh: I’ve got a rep as a flirt and a heartbreaker to maintain, don’t I? Raleigh: Seems you’re trying to build a rep of your own now, so you get it.

-What game?

Raleigh: There’s no game? You really just threw a part for everyone because it was something to do? You: You don’t believe me? Raleigh: Ohhh, I see. Fiona Syed got to you. Good call, she’s the best in the biz. You: I don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t need an ulterior motive to throw a party, Raleigh.

Raleigh: Word of advice, it ain’t much of a party if nobody’s dancing. You: A room full of musicians at a party and no one’s dancing? Raleigh: I think someone needs to warm up the dance floor first.

You: Totally! -I’ll go first! +27

Raleigh: Oh, yeah? What kind of moves have you got up your sleeve? You: Oh, so many. Like, um… Raleigh: The running man? The lawnmower? The shopping cart? You: Wow, Raleigh. It’s like you don’t even know me. Before they can say another word, you strut to the dance floor, signal to the DJ, and start moving to the beat. TV Producer: Get this on tape! You keep dancing as the cameras zoom in. At first it seems like nobody’s going to join you… You: (Uh oh, is this about to backfire?) But just when it starts to get awkward, Raleigh joins you! Raleigh: Looked like you wanted me to bail you out. You: Or you just wanted to dance with me.

-You go first! +20

Raleigh: If you insist. Raleigh struts over to the dance floor, signals to the DJ, and… Camerawoman: Oh my god! They’re doing the full choreography from their video for ‘Love Grind.’ You: Come on, everybody! Let’s turn this up a notch! You hurry over to the dance floor and move next to Raleigh before the circle of cameras can close. You: You know, Raleigh, it’s cheating to bring your own choreo to the dance floor. Raleigh: Is it cheating? Or do you think you can’t compete with this?

You: How about we… -Dance together? +15

You: Keeping score is overrated, anyway. Raleigh: I couldn’t agree more. Raleigh pulls you in close. You’re not paying attention to anyone else, and you’re definitely not keeping score anymore. Raleigh: Think you can handle this? You: As if you have to ask. TV Producer: Please tell me you’re getting this. Camerawoman: Oh, I’m getting this.

-Dance battle? +5

Raleigh: Seriously? You know I’m a professional at this, right? You: And I was the lead in my sixth grade production of Singin’ in the Rain’, so watch out. You try to recall your choreo, spinning to the beat. Raleigh: Okay, okay, you’ve got some rhythm. But let’s see you try this. Raleigh busts out an impressive sequence of moves, prompting cheers from the rest of the crew! You: I give up! I surrender! Raleigh: Maybe I can teach you a thing or two. You: Maybe I’d like that.

Avery and the rest of the crew storm onto the dance floor to join you! Avery: We should do this after every rehearsal. You all dance into the night together…

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hopeishappinessff · 5 years

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 50.1

Chris

Life was becoming normal for me. Well… almost. I was still living at home, of course, under the care of my mother. She’d somehow managed to become so much more comfortable with me being home though, and that’s what made things feel normal. My nights were usually spent next door with Hope and if I wasn’t there, there was no question that she was with me at my mom’s house. Not a single night since she’d been home from school had gone by that I didn’t sleep by her side. We’d even been talking more often about the possibility of getting a place together for the sake of our new little family, but I knew that idea was farfetched… and I definitely wasn’t ready to pitch it to my mom.

These days had really been some of the best of my life. My episodes were rare, but I can’t say that they were completely nonexistent. But I was learning to cope with this new diagnosed lifestyle and I felt like I’d finally manned up enough to admit that I had a mental illness, but… that didn’t make me any different than I was before. I would always be Chris and through my own home therapy with my mom, Hope, and every single loved one in my small circle, I was steadily coming to terms with it all. Because… my real therapist was no help to me.

My eyes cut in her direction, because I’d literally been sitting there staring at the clock on the wall for the past five minutes. I honestly forgot the lady was there, and that I was even in her office, and that I was in the middle of a mandatory therapy session. That clock on the wall though, it’d quickly become my favorite piece of décor in her office… I’d have to figure out how to get my hands on one when Hope and I got our first place, because it was really nice…

“Christopher?” The way she said my name was meant to get my attention, but all it really did was annoy me.

“Yes?”

“Why are you here today?”

Turning my head so that I was facing her directly, I stared at her blankly while my right foot tapped lightly against the floor “Because I have to be.”

She sighed through her nose, as she always tended to do because I always tended to irritate her.

“But why?”

My brows furrowed and my lips curled into a frown… what the hell type of question was that?

“Because… I have… to be.”

Dr. Stevenson shook her head and pulled her too dark and too thick for her pale face glasses away from her eyes and sighed, again. That was three times in the past minute… I must have been striking a chord today… I smirked at the thought.

“If you are refusing to speak to me, refusing to give me any insight on your life since you’ve been home with your mother and family, refusing to cooperate at all… why are you here?”

I full out chuckled then and it was my turn to shake my head “I’m not even really sure if I’m supposed to answer that.”

“It is a simple question.”

“And it’s a simple solution,” I said, calmly of course, as I continued to frown at her, “Maybe if you ask me real questions, I’ll give you some answers.”

I’d been sitting in the lady’s office for all of fifteen minutes now, but take a wild guess at how many real questions she’d asked me… none. See why despised her? The question of how she managed to become certified in this profession never failed to cross my mind every time I had to face her, and today was no exception. Almost every time I met with her, she’d do the same thing… greet me… because she had to, check my prescription chart to ensure I’d been taking my dosages accordingly… because she had to, and sit there staring at me waiting for the miracle of me sparking a conversation with her to happen… my only assumption for that was because she was dumb.

Her cheeks went rosy after that and I chuckled once more and shook my head. It really didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how to have a damn conversation. I wonder how Dr. Yates was doing…

“I’m not even confident that if I ask you questions, you’ll even respond.” Hmm… she sounded, defeated? I stared at her as she slowly slumped back in her chair and used the index finger and thumb of her left hand to massage at her forehead.

“The only way you’ll find out is if you ask… don’t you think?” I think she may have rolled her eyes at that one, but her hand was still halfway covering her face so I wasn’t too sure.

“How is your son?” She asked after a full minute of getting herself together.

“He’s great. Haven’t really been able to see him as much as I’d like, but he’s doing good though.” I said. I swear you could see her body visibly relax… she was tense and wasn’t expecting a response from me. For the first time since I’d been in her office today, she reached for her expensive looking pen beside the blank notepad and began to write.

“Have you been busy lately or… is there a specific reason you haven’t been able to see him?”

“I’m uh… dealing with a few issues with his mother right now.”

“Issues like what, if you don’t mind me asking?”

My eyes wandered back to the clock at the top of the wall to my left… I wished that I hadn’t opened that can of worms for myself. I didn’t know how comfortable I felt speaking on that particular subject with Dr. Stevenson. It was a sensitive one for me because the lack of time I got to spend with Jaylen honestly made me feel like a low life father and I hated that feeling. The last time I’d seen him was on my birthday and that felt like forever ago. In reality it was only a little more than two weeks, but that was far too long for a father to go without seeing his child. A good father anyway, which is what I was trying to be but Gabby just insisted on making that difficult for me.

“I don’t have the best relationship with her.” I mumbled, eyes still glued to the clock.

“But why would that prevent you from seeing your son?”

I sighed. She was really starting to ask too many questions… or maybe I just wasn’t prepared to have to answer questions about this particular topic.

“I don’t know, she’s spiteful I guess…”

I could feel a steady vibration in the left pocket of my jeans and any other time I probably would have ignored it for the sake of not arguing with this lady, but because Hope was getting so close to the end of her pregnancy I made it a point to stay alert at all times.

Dr. Stevenson went on to open a whole new topic about spitefulness and I think she may have said something about communication and me being a part of the problem, which would have pissed me off… had I not seen Destani’s name lit up on my phone screen.

“Hello?” I greeted her, not even bothering to excuse myself from the session.

“Hey Chris, are you busy?” She sounded out of breath and I could tell she was outside somewhere, then I heard a car door close.

“I’m in Annandale right now. Why, what’s up?” I could feel Dr. Stevenson’s stare piercing the side of my face, but she was the least of my concerns. Something had to be wrong for Destani to be calling me and I was too focused on remaining composed enough to get down to the bottom of it.

“Um… I’m heading to the hospital with my mom…” “What happened Destani? Where is Hope? Is she in labor?” The questions were shooting out of my mouth like bullets and I hadn’t even realized I was standing and on my way to the door now and Dr. Stevenson was lingering wearily beside her desk staring at me.

“No, she’s not in labor…” She paused and my heart sank to the soles of my feet, “There was an accident.”

I don’t exactly recall what happened in the following five seconds, but the phone call, Dr. Stevenson, and her entire office were all completely disregarded as I bolted from that room. I could hear her behind me yelling out my name, but my feet wouldn’t allow me to stop or even slow down. Not even long enough to inform my mom that we needed to go. Thank God she’d been just as alert as I during this last half of Hope’s pregnancy, because she didn’t utter a single word but I heard her pattering feet right behind me as I flew like Usain Bolt to the car.

I had the keys in my pocket, but before I could even get the door open my mom snatched them out and pushed me toward the passenger side of the car.

“Let me get us there baby, you need to calm down.” She huffed, plopping down in the driver’s seat and cranking the car all within about a second. I wasn’t gonna argue with her, I knew I didn’t need to drive with the burst of adrenaline coursing through my veins, because I’d more than likely crash this car right into a ditch somewhere.

I didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do. We were so far away, a whole damn hour and a half, and that left me entirely too much time to think about the what if’s. I hung up on Destani too quick to get a straight answer as to what was wrong, but all I did know was that there had been an accident… but what kind of accident? That could mean anything… shit, shit, shit, shit.

My right leg bounced furiously and my chest started to heave to the point that I was actually becoming breathless. My mom kept chanting that I needed to calm down and she said something about having my pills in her purse, but I was trembling too hard to grab them. I think I was having an anxiety attack, or a panic attack… or shit, maybe a heart attack.

“Fuck!” I yelled, startling my mom I’m sure because she gasped and I felt the car swerve slightly.

“Chris, please…” “What if she lost the baby? Ma, what if Hope lost the baby?” I wheezed, because of course now I was crying. My mind was struggling to get me to calm down, but that’s the exact opposite of what was happening.

“Listen to me Christopher, you’re thinking the worst and you don’t even know what’s going on. You need to stay calm until we get there.” She said, surprisingly calmly.

How the hell was I supposed to stay calm for another hour? How? I stared at the side of my mom’s face and held my breath because I could feel an outburst coming. It felt like the Incredible Hulk was clawing at the inside of my chest trying to get out, so I quickly shut my eyes and turned my head toward my window. My mom didn’t do a damn thing wrong, at all, and there I was about to take every ounce of my wrath out on her because I didn’t know what was going on with Hope.

I managed… somehow… I managed. I put myself on a mental lockdown for the duration of the ride, forced myself to stay still and quiet and I shut my thoughts off completely. My tears had since subsided, because I also kept my eyes closed, but they were brewing and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make their debut. My mom hummed softly to some song on the radio and that helped me maintain my sanity. It reminded me of when I was a kid for some reason and that made me think of life before all this chaos and turmoil. Life was sweet then, I was probably just as fucked up in the head back then, but at least I could pretend like I wasn’t.

Thank God we didn’t cross paths with any cops on the road because my mom did about a hundred the whole way and we got there in record time. I could feel a dull pain in my chest as she pulled into a parking space outside of the ER and turned the car off. I wasn’t even ready to open my eyes and face reality, but I knew I couldn’t run from it either. I didn’t know what to expect once we set foot in that building and for a person like me, I didn’t need to be caught off guard by anything that could potentially trigger me in anyway.

“It’s okay Chris… I promise you, it’s okay.” I didn’t even notice my mom standing right beside me with my door open. I was still sitting in the car with my fists balled up in my lap and my chest heaving again. My eyes were aimed out the front windshield, but I couldn’t even see anything because my thoughts were too all over the place for me to really focus.

“Come on baby, mama’s got you.” I listened to the sound of her voice. I let it lull me out of the car and I quietly trailed along beside her to the front sliding glass doors. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with the lady behind the information desk, but I heard her as she directed my mom to the maternity ward…

Hope

Chris told me that he had a therapy session this morning, so I figured today would be the perfect day to pay a visit to the mother of his son. As discussed, Destani came along for the ride and she attempted to hype me up the whole way there, but I insisted that it wasn’t going to be that type of visit and I didn’t let her get to me. I honestly only wanted to speak to Gabby woman to woman and my goal was to keep the conversation as clean as possible.

“Girl, I’m telling you… I don’t know why you won’t let me roll up on that bitch and knock her ass out. I have no problem dropping her ass right there in her mama’s face.” Destani exclaimed, clapping her hands for added dramatics. With a sigh, I shook my head and frowned. I was beginning to regret bringing her along for this trip.

“Dez please, it’s not about that, okay. I have to co-exist with this girl because she’s a part of my boyfriend’s life. I don’t need to go creating unnecessary drama with her.”

“What you mean create unnecessary drama with her? That girl created drama with you the moment she decided to go get knocked up by your nigga.”

“Seriously Destani?”

“Seriously Destani my ass. Look, homegirl has one time to even look like she’s coming at you sideways and I’m laying that ass out. End of story.”

I rolled my eyes and decided at that moment to turn the radio up and let her ramble to herself. The way Destani was trying to go about the entire situation was petty and uncalled for. There was absolutely no way I was going to set foot on this girls property to deliberately cause problems with her and the closer we got to her house, the more I seriously contemplated dropping Destani off at the nearest corner and just coming back for her on my way out.

Following along to the sound of the GPS on my phone, I slowly pulled along the curb outside the house and put the car in park before turning down the radio.

Turning to face Destani, I rolled my eyes yet again and sighed at the sight of her sitting back with her arms crossed and the most aggravated frown on her face.

“Can you please just wait here for me Dez? I promise I won’t be long.”

“Sy, I’m telling you…”

“Destani, please?”

She sighed through her nose, rolled her eyes and turned to glare at me with a squinted stare “Do what you gotta do, I’ll stay in here. But you come out looking even the slightest bit upset, I’m striking.”

I smiled at her, thanked her for her cooperation, and made my way out of the car. I was nearly out of breath by the time I stood on both feet just outside the door of the car, but I gave myself a few seconds to compose myself before shutting the door. I made the short trek around the back of my car and up the driveway, quietly coaxing myself to remain calm. I would never admit it to Destani, but I was perhaps more pissed off than she was and somewhere deep inside I could feel the anticipation for Gabby to open the door so I could slap the living daylights out of her… but I was determined to keep a poker face and stay calm.

It’d been about ten seconds since I’d rang the doorbell and I didn’t want to be rude and ring it again, but my patience was nearly nonexistent now a days. Another ten seconds passed and I huffed an annoyed breath through my nose and rolled my eyes, preparing to ring it again. And just as I raised my hand, I could hear the sound of the locks releasing and finally the intricate wooden door on the other side of the glass screen slid open and I was greeted by the beaming face of Gabby’s mother.

“Oh carino, how are you?” She squealed excitedly as if she were really that thrilled to see me. From what I knew about Mrs. Jimenez, which wasn’t much at all, she was indeed a very kind hearted woman with a genuine soul. I’d encountered the lady less than a handful of times, but she always seemed to wear a constant smile and she exuded happiness that instantly forced anyone around her to smile. So I did just that… I grinned at her and stepped forward into her embrace when she swung the glass door open.

“I’m good Mrs. Jimenez, how are you?” I was overwhelmed by her sweetness and completely taken aback when she gently snatched me by my arm and tugged me into the house behind her.

“I’m wonderful mi hija. Come in, come in… it’s muy caliente and carino, Lord knows you don’t need to be in that sun.”

She was speaking in and out of Spanish and I wasn’t completely sure of half of what she said, but I giggled nonetheless and trailed along behind her into her overly decorated living room. Following her lead, I eased down onto the plush love seat beside her and stilled my face as she invaded my space and leaned close to grab my hands.

“Carino, you are muy bonita. Congratulations to you… I’m so happy for you and Christopher.” She beamed.

“Thank you so much Mrs. Jimenez. I really appreciate that.”

“So, what brings you by today hija? Did you wanna pay Mr. Jaylen a visit? I just put him down for a nap, but it should be no hay problema to get him back down…” The lady literally made a move to rise from her seat, obviously to go retrieve Jaylen and I quickly shook my head with a frown… even if I was coming to visit the baby, why on earth would she purposely wake him from a nap?

“Oh no ma’am, you don’t have to disturb him. I was actually hoping to speak with Gabby, if she’s home.”

In that instant, I could see the hesitation on her face. Her smile faltered and she made a move to sit back down beside me, but she finally sighed and batted her eyes wearily.

“Well, she uh… she was just getting herself ready for work. I’m sure she should have a minute to speak with you.”

As if on cue, I heard shuffling feet coming down the stairs and moments later, I heard the voice of the devil herself and my eyes rolled on their own accord.

“Mama, tango hambre. Estas cocinando o no…” She stopped short, from my presence I was sure, and I slowly turned in my seat to face her. She looked shocked, to say the least, and though I felt triumphant from the expression on her face alone, I maintained my poker face and smiled at her.

“Hi Gabby.” Her eyes darted to her mother’s, inquisitively obviously, and I took a moment to take in her tight sundress and exaggerated makeup that didn’t really look like any work ensemble I’d ever seen… not a regular day job anyway. I was sure, in that moment, that her mother had indeed tried to cover for her crooked daughter, but I couldn’t fault her... she was probably fully aware of just how many enemies the girl had and felt compelled to try to protect her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“Well if you aren’t busy, I was hoping maybe we could talk.” Still smiling sweetly, I stared at her waiting for her to respond… and daring her to say no.

Discreetly, or so she thought, she rolled her eyes and sighed “Well since you’re already here…”

I barely waited for her to complete her sentence… I was already pushing myself up from the too soft cushion of the couch as fast as my belly would allow.

She didn’t expect that, surely she didn’t and that was clear by the look on her face. According to Chris, she’d been informed that I was pregnant but she’d either forgotten or didn’t believe it to be true at all. She didn’t even try to shift her gaze. Her eyes were hot on my belly as I waddled closer to her and not once did she bother to look away. I had an uneasy feeling about her relentless stare, but I shook it off and slowed down the closer I got to her. Barely snapping out of it, she finally turned and shifted off toward the table in what looked to be the nook off in the furthest corner of the kitchen.

“How can I help you Sy’Diyah?” She asked, with a smile… a sarcastic smile that made me cringe.

“Well for starters Gabby, how are you?” As I’d told myself over and over again, this conversation would remain tasteful and classy, so what better way to break the ice than briefly catching up.

She stared at me, well glared really, long and hard then tilted her head slightly and twisted her lips into a half smirk “Let’s be real right now girl, you’re not here to check in on me and you could give a damn less about how I’ve been.” Chortling lightly through my nose, I shook my head and sighed “I’m just trying to keep it cordial here Gabby. I’m not here to start any drama with you… just being polite.”

“Well then what the fuck are you here for?”

Her pot was beginning to boil, if it hadn’t already started, and I was pushing her buttons… I could tell. Seeing as her mother wasn’t too far from us in the other room, I was hoping the girl wouldn’t get too riled up and alert the lady.

“I just want to talk. Woman to woman… that’s it.”

With a scoff, she reached up to shift her hair back out of her face and straightened her posture “I don’t know about that. We can talk… female to female.”

I had no reason to entertain her pettiness, though I wanted so desperately to stretch across the table top and snatch her face right down onto it, again… I maintained my composure, and disregarded her comment altogether.

“Well, Gabby, I’m sure you know that I know about Chris’s recent visit a few weeks ago to see Jaylen. And I know that you found out about my pregnancy and firstly, I wanted to come to you as a woman to let you know face to face that yes… I am pregnant with his daughter.”

Her face was blank and uninterested, but her skin was red… the hue was rising right from her neck. She was mad, but she tried to give a calm and apathetic façade, which I almost laughed at.

“And why would you feel like it was relevant to share that with me, Sy’Diyah?”

“I just thought maybe you’d like to know, seeing as you’re the mother of his first born and we’ll kinda have to interact at some point throughout life. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon, nor am I, and I just wanted us to both have a clear understanding.”

“Okay… I understand. I birthed his first child and I’m not going nowhere anytime soon. Anything else you’d like to discuss?”

The way her attitude oozed so bluntly and disgustingly… I had to shut my eyes briefly and smile. She was making it nearly impossible for me to keep my cool, but I would be out of her hair soon enough so after tilting my head and opening my eyes into deadly slits, I stared at her.

“I’d also like to address the way you treated Chris when he was here.”

Again, she scoffed, and now she suddenly wore a peeved and almost repulsed expression as she glared at me “Oh, did he run back and snitch to you? He must have gotten his feelings hurt… I’m sorry.”

“Gabby, listen…” “No you listen perra, you are not his mother. I don’t need you here in my face addressing me as if he’s some child that you’re speaking on behalf of. If he wants to talk about what the fuck happened, he needs to come address me like a man.”

“Gabby, you need to calm down…”

“No, you don’t get to come to my house, telling me what to do. You came to me right? You calm down azada estúpida … what happens between me and him has nothing to do with you.”

I said I was going to stay calm and classy. I swore I was. I’d convinced myself from the day Chris shared all of this with me until just a few seconds ago that I would maintain a poker face and not lose my cool. But what’d she’d just said… struck the perfect chord…

“No Gabby, you calm the hell down,” I exclaimed, pushing back in my chair to prepare myself to stand up and go head up with this girl if I had to, “There is no fucking business between you and Chris. You share a son… that’s it. I’ll be damned if you think, for one, you have any type of private business with my boyfriend, and two… you can degrade him whenever you feel like it.”

“Oh hell no, who the fuck do you think you’re yelling at puta!” She was on her feet now and though it took me two seconds longer than her, I managed to get up onto my swollen feet almost just as quickly.

“I told you I wasn’t here to start any drama or fight with you, but you will not disrespect my got damn family like that. He is a human fucking being and for you to sit there and speak to him as if he was the scum beneath your feet, and to have the audacity to threaten to keep his son away from him… that’s disgusting Gabby, really fucking disgusting. And I know one thing… the only reason you even thought to speak to him so disrespectfully, is because you’re mad that he’s my man, bitch.”

Before I knew it, the girl was blazing around the edge of the table toward me, but I didn’t back down… I stepped toward her psychotic ass and waited for her to get closer so I could slap her.

“What is going on!” Her mother shrieked, suddenly bursting into the room and moving quickly toward her daughter who’d gotten right in my face.

I lost my focus when I glanced at the lady, which was a huge mistake on my part, because in the next instant I felt my head being snatched hard to the left and I gasped as a simultaneous thread of pain shot through my lower abdomen. Like an intense lightning bolt, the pain jolted from the bottom of my stomach and crept through my entire body, rendering me motionless. I felt like a stone statue, completely frozen in time… unable to release even a scream from the horrific pain surging through every inch of my body.

“Sy’Diyah, sweetheart?” Mrs. Jimenez rushed to my side and grabbed ahold of my arm and her touch alone seemed to reignite me and I suddenly lost the strength in my legs and grew nauseous all at once.

“Oh my God.” I managed to yelp just before the rush of tears came.

“Gabriela, call 911… go, now!”

Her stupid daughter continued to stand there staring wide eyed with her mouth hanging open and if I weren’t simply dying from some random foreign pain, I would have jumped up and knocked her out for snatching my hair the way she had. But that was something to worry about at a later time. Now… now I could only pray that I wasn’t about to go into labor right there on their kitchen floor.

TBC...

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Hurt. - Chapter 3

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*Jaylen*

I pull into the studio parking lot, trying to block out all of the memories. I grab my bag and get out of the car. Once I enter the building I notice it is empty. Good. Time to let out some anger, haha not really.. but yeah. Anyways, I throw my bag down and walk to the stereo. I hook up my iPod and click on the song I needed to practice with. Gravity by Sara Bareilles is one of my favorite songs to dance to lately. I relate to it so much and that special connection with a song is what really makes creating a dance routine simple and absolutely beautiful. I finish the dance in tears. All of a sudden I hear someone clapping. I quickly wipe away my tears and turn to see who it is. "That was stunning, babe." I send him and small smile before replying, "Thanks, Lou." He notices my tears and rushes over to me. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I shake my head and back away from him slightly, "I'm fine... I just get emotional listening to that song." He frowns but thankfully believes the lie I just told him.

I walk over and grab my bottle of water before turning back towards him.. "How did you know I would be here?" Usually no one comes here and I can let out my pain in peace. Not that I mind having my best friend here. "Ah, well you didn't answer your cell so I figured you were somewhere other than at home." That's a reasonable explanation. If I were at home I would have definitely answered since I have nothing better to do.

"I see, did you need something?" He sits down on the floor with his back against the wall, "Well you've been distant lately, and I wanted to spend some time with you." I grab my bag and walk over towards Louis. "I've just had a lot on my mind. I didn't notice I was pulling away. I guess we could do something if you want." He grins at me, "I'd love to. Are you hungry?" I nod briefly before taking my phone out of my bag, "I need to call Zayn and let him know first." Lou raises an eye brow at me, "Since when does Zayn need to know your every move?"

I ignore him and try not to make a face, dialing Zayn instead. It rings several times before he finally answers. I walk a few steps away from Louis so that if Zayn says something usual, he won't be able to hear the conversation. "Where are you?" I roll my eyes at the stupid question. "I'm at the dance studio Z. Look, Louis is here too and he wants to do something since we haven't hung out in a while. I'll be back later, okay?"

I brace myself for a rude comment but to my surprise all I get is an "okay, love." In shock, I tell him bye and we hang up the phone. That was not expected at all. Louis breaks my train of thought, "Ready to go?" I smile and tell him yes. We walk towards our vehicles and decide to drop my car off at the flat before heading out. I get into Louis' car and he drives off. "Maybe I should have drove. I'm not sure I trust your driving." He laughs, "Too late now, love. I drive just fine." I shake my head laughing as he turns the radio up. The car is silent as we both listen to the song currently playing; 'Feeling used but I'm... still missing you. And I can't... see the end of this, just wanna feel your kiss against my lips...' I frown as I take in the lyrics. 'I hate you, I love you. I hate that I love you, don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you.'

Louis coughs awkwardly before changing the station. "Hey, I was listening to that!" I wanted to hear the rest of the song. "I don't like it... too sad." I sigh and choose not to argue with him. It is his car after all and it's probably for the best anyway. A few minutes later he pulls into some restaurant I've never heard of before. "I think you will like this babe. It's a nice cafe."

I suddenly get excited. I love cafes! They have such a warm cozy feeling, that unfortunately make me feel more at home than in my own flat. I get out and we walk into the small building. Lou tells me to take a seat and he will order for us. He always seems to know exactly what to order for me, so I let him do his thing.

I look out the big window I sat in front of, daydreaming. I notice that the sky is darker than it was earlier, meaning it is most likely going to rain. Across the street, I spot this small family walking and smile. I have always wanted a family of my own but it seems like things don't always work out the way we want them to. Zayn would never want to have any children with me, and honestly... I would hate to bring up a child with someone as harmful and destructive as Zayn. I tear my eyes away from the happy family and look down at the table.

"What's on your mind?" I glance up at Louis, who took his seat across from me. "Oh, nothing. Just observing the weather." He places his hand over mine and looks out at where I previously had, "Don't lie, you were looking at that family. Am I right?" I can never lie to this man. He knows me far too well. "Yeah... They seem happy." He smiles, "Are you thinking of starting a family with Zayn?" I have to control myself from scoffing at that statement. "Um no. I, uh, don't think I want kids." He laughs and it confuses me. I didn't find anything funny? "You have got to be kidding me. You have wanted kids for as long as I've known you. You'd be a great mother, Jay." I look back down, "I changed my mind."

He opens his mouth to say something but the waitress interrupts by bringing us our drinks and food. "Can I get you anything else?" The middle-aged woman smiles at us. We thank her and tell her no. She walks away and I start to eat. I notice Lou hasn't started eating and is staring at me. "Um, are you going to eat?" He looks at his food and then back at me before replying, "Jaylen... is he treating you right?" I almost choke on my flat-bread sandwich at his question. I take a sip of my iced coffee. "Who?" He gives me a look, "Don't avoid the question... Jay, is Zayn hurting you?" The one question I never wanted to be asked...

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 22.2

Hope

And so there I stood… staring foolishly at this girl who I’d grown annoyed by all thanks to Chris, who by the way stood off in the corner of the room near Destani with Jaylen cradled in his arms with perhaps the most shocked expression in the room. And of course because she was well aware of exactly who Tawny was thanks to seeing her all around campus, Destani too sat on a loveseat beside her mother looking just as stunned as myself as her eyes darted back and forth between Tawny and I.

Tawny… my sister.

Tawny… the girl that’d become oddly close to my boyfriend, the cheater.

Tawny… the girl who was somehow friends with the one girl, that I knew of, that my boyfriend cheated on me with.

Tawny… my half-sister.

She seemed to be just as caught off guard as I as she sat there staring up at me with her lips slightly parted without even bothering to blink. But no one other than her, Chris, Destani, or I seemed to catch on to the unspoken exchange and I attempted to quickly regain my composure to avoid any looming questions from anyone out of the loop.

“I kind of wanted this to be a surprise for you girls. I purposely didn’t speak a word of it to either of you because I wanted you both here in person for this moment. I hope that I haven’t caught either of you off guard or anything…” My dad rambled while I continued to stand there looking from him to Diana to Tawny.

“Um… uh…” Tawny began to stutter awkwardly, nearly annoying me, but again I regained my composure and smiled warmly at my dad then turned to share that same forced smile with Diana.

“No… you haven’t. This is a… a pleasant surprise.” I said, with my eyes discreetly glued menacingly to Tawny.

“Good, good. I’d like to get with you girls a bit later to, you know… just talk a little. Hopefully sometime before you both head back to school.” He said.

“Oh girls,” Ms. Chipper Diana quickly chimed in before anyone had an opportunity to utter a word in response, “I’m absolutely thrilled to have you both here together finally. I’ve waited years for this very moment.”

From the moment I met Diana, I got a good vibe that she was a pretty dramatic woman and this moment… definitely proved me right. The lady started to cry right on cue and being the overly sympathetic and understanding woman that she is, my aunt almost immediately hopped up from her seat and fell into place consoling her tearless self. With not a word else to say to my dad about the situation, I politely plopped down on the couch beside Tawny and with the happiest face I could possibly conjure, I mistakenly locked eyes with Chris which was very much of a huge mistake because I could feel myself frowning almost instantly. I blamed him entirely in the situation. It was his fault that I’d just found out that I was related to a girl that I wasn’t even sure I liked. If it weren’t for their little newfound “friendship” I wouldn’t even know about Tawny and perhaps I would be some sort of excited about finding out that I had a long lost relative. But no… instead, there I was sulking and no longer looking forward to the remainder of my break because I was stuck in a house with a boyfriend that I was beginning to regret being with and a sister who I somewhat disliked.

Chris

Well… how fucking awkward was that? I was seriously starting to regret coming to Hope’s dad’s house to begin with because for one, she didn’t seem to wanna have shit to do with me and not to mention I overheard her telling Destani how she didn’t even know if she wanted to be in a relationship with my ass anymore. How was a nigga supposed to feel after that? And two… Tawny was her damn sister! What… the… fuck! I just knew somebody had to be playing a prank and I was waiting on someone in the room to hop up and yell “punk’d” but of course… that never happened. All the adults in the room burst into the liveliest bits of conversation amongst themselves while me, Dez, Hope, and Tawny all sat there like a bunch of children in timeout. They were just way too excited about the whole prospect of Hope being related to the girl I’d oddly grown so close to in the past few months and I didn’t really know how the hell I felt about that. But I will say one thing… maybe, just maybe, that could explain why I felt such a strong urge to be close to Tawny all the time without actually having the urge to have sex with her. I don’t know… at this point, I was really beginning to believe anything was possible.

Conversations continued to flow for a while until my mom, Ms. Maddie, Ms. Cynthia, and now this new lady Ms. Diana all agreed to go huddle up in the kitchen to join together to make a grocery list for their fun filled journey to the supermarket early tomorrow morning. While everyone moved about in the room, Hope took that as an opportunity to hurdle the fuck outta there, I’m guessing to go hide out in her guest room, and of course Destani went trailing along right behind her. Which left Tawny, James, and myself together in the family room. James’s overly happy go lucky ass stood from his seat with a huge grin and looked from me to Tawny then right back to me.

“Well Chris, let me run to the restroom really quick then I’ll show you to the room I have set up for you and little man. I think you’ll get a kick out of it.” I smiled a tight-lipped smile at him and nodded, watching as he grinned excitedly at his daughter and sauntered off outta the room.

“Well what a way to start our break, huh?” Tawny mumbled from her seat across the room. Some type of noise flooded from my nose, maybe a laugh or something, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to smile and really even look at her for that matter. I was still way too thrown off by the abrupt news of her relation to my girlfriend and I wasn’t really sure how to feel about her at this point.

“And I guess this is what you meant by spending the break at your girlfriend’s dad’s… surprise!” She giggled uneasily.

“Yeah…” I huffed, again, with some odd noise through my nose.

With a sigh, I heard her grunt softly as she pushed herself up off of the couch and from the corner of my eye I could see her slowly making her way in my direction. I nearly held my breath with fear as the girl eased closer to me and I had to force myself to calm the hell down. I was getting entirely too worked up over a situation that ultimately had nothing to do with me and I didn’t wanna let the awkwardness of it all cause me to act any differently toward Tawny because truthfully, she did nothing wrong.

“So this is the little cutie pie from your background screen, huh?” Her voice was soft and gentle as she moved closer to me and kneeled to get a good look at Jaylen’s now sleeping body as I cradled him lovingly in the crook of my left arm.

“Yep. This is my mini… lil Jaylen.” I said with a proud smirk, momentarily forgetting about the whirlwind of issues in my life.

“My God Chris, he’s even more handsome in person. He’s beautiful… just perfect.” She whispered as she lifted her right hand and ever so softly raked the back of her index finger over Jay’s plump little cheek.

“Thank you.” I said, making sure to keep my tone just as low so as to not disturb his slumber.

“You know, maybe me, you, and Sy’Diyah should all get together and talk later.” Tawny said thoughtfully.

“Yeah, doubt that.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I told you Sy wasn’t gonna wanna have anything to do with me anytime soon Tawny. This situation ain’t gone make her wanna talk to me anymore than she didn’t wanna talk to me before.” I explained.

With a sigh, she twisted her lips to one side and dropped her gaze down to the floor. It’s like realistically she knew there was no chance in hell her new sister would want to sit and talk to me let alone the both of us about this sudden revelation her dad dropped on the both of them, but in good old fashioned Tawny nature… she had to at least remain optimistic about it. But I knew she meant no harm and just couldn’t help herself.

“I’m really excited about this Chris.” She said softly a few moments later.

“Excited about what?” “About having a sister… or, having Sy’Diyah as my sister. I really like her, you know. I’m not sure if she feels the same about me, but… I don’t know. I have friends, but there’s no one in my life that’s absolutely real and genuine and there for me when I need them other than my mom and dad… and you.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at her. She was just so cute and sincere and the sudden blush in her cheeks was just a reminder of the innocence that I adored about her.

“Well lil TT, I’m glad I could at least be all that for you. I’m hoping your sister can do the same plus more for you… because I know you deserve it. She’s a really great person and whenever she does open up to you, which I know she will, you’ll get that awesome friend that you deserve… trust me.”

She raised her head and eyed me for a moment before her face contorted with a goofy little smirk and she reached up to nudge me softly in the side of my head.

“You’re such a sap Brown.”

“What the hell!” I chuckled, “How am I a sap because I’m tryna help you get a friend?”

“You’re a sap for Sy! You brag about her in any way you can, don’t you?”

“Oh… well when you word it that way, yes… I’m a big ole, gigantic sap for her ass.”

We both shared a bit of soft laughter for the sake of Jaylen’s napping self and James finally emerged back into the family room after his bathroom break.

“Well Chris, are you ready to see your sleeping quarters for the week man?” He asked cheerfully. Yeah, I could totally understand exactly where the hell Tawny’s over bubbly ass personality derived from.

“Yes sir.” I made a move to stand from the couch, but Jaylen stirred slightly in the crook of my arm which forced me to sit back and quickly pray that he wouldn’t wake up.

“Here, I’ll take him.” Tawny offered the moment she caught the distressed look on my face. I glanced at her briefly as she leaned forward to slip him from the crook of my arm and watched as she maneuvered him with ease until he rested peacefully against the right side of her chest. He shifted a bit, but eventually found himself a nice comfortable spot where he curled into his favorite fetal position against her and clutched at her shirt with his right hand.

“Thanks Tawny.” I whispered with an assured smirk. Finally I stood to my full height, which left me towering over James by a few inches, and did a quick stretch before turning to follow him out of the family room and down a short hall to the right. He led the way to a door just before the kitchen and once he opened it, he walked inside and began to trek down a flight of stairs. I was skeptical, to say the least as I trailed along behind this man. I didn’t wanna have to drop kick Sy’Diyah and Tawny’s dad if he was leading me to a damn dungeon or some shit. Luckily, I was pleasantly surprised when he flipped on a light switch at the bottom of the stairs and revealed a fully finished and furnished basement… that I really wouldn’t even call a damn basement. The space looked like a complete condo! On one half of the room was a huge suede beige sectional sofa with a matching chair and ottoman off to one side of it. The couch and the chair faced the most beautifully, enormous television I’d ever seen and I could see that there was a projector up on the ceiling across from it, making it the perfect space for an in-home movie theater. There were a few regal looking columns in the center of the room to separate the sitting area from the game area and at that point, I really couldn’t figure out which half I would be spending more of my time in!

My kid in a candy store looking ass damn near forgot all about James as I roamed behind the sectional sofa and made my way near the huge ass bar where a beautiful mahogany pool table and an air hockey table sat close by. I tried not to put too much focus on the actual bar, but man was it hard not to at least glance over at the full bottles of every type of liquor you could think of. I mean dark, light, beer, wine, champagne… like what the fuck did this man do for a living to just have this shit like it was normal! Okay, so last but not least over in the corner of the room adjacent to the wall with the magnificent television, was a door that led to the actual bedroom which I quickly made my way into. It was like… the dream bachelor pad and for a moment, I seriously contemplated the idea of paying James to live in this bitch and just commute my ass to school. There was what had to be a California king size bed in the middle of the room underneath a huge six pane window which sat high up on the wall and flowed seamlessly with dark wooden beams that lined the vaulted ceiling. This window was curtainless and faced some sort of exotic brick siding of the house, but it really was a sight for sore eyes. No lie, if I wasn’t in Hope’s dad’s house I would certainly be tryna figure out how to get her down here so I could seduce her with that window. The entire space was so big, there were two different sitting areas in the room and of course there was an en suite bathroom off to one side, but before I could make my nosy ass way in there James finally caught up with me and stopped me dead in my tracks.

“Ah, I see you like it!” He laughed.

“Aw man… I love it sir, this is really nice.” I said just to avoid sounding crazy… because what I really wanted to blurt out was that this got damn basement was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen in my fucking life and that I loved him dearly for letting me stay down here!

“Yeah, well… you know… it’s a lil sum’n sum’n.” He said. He glanced at me and I looked over at him and we both bust out laughing because we both knew damn well this basement was way more than a “lil sum’n sum’n.”

“Since you’re the only other guy here in the house for the week, I wanted to make sure you were especially comfortable. I know how it can get being stuck around the girls all day, so I figured you’d get a kick out of the man cave.” He explained in that same laughter filled tone.

“I mean, I honestly would have appreciated an air mattress in the family room… but this will definitely make due.” We shared a hearty bit of laughter and once that died down, a nice little awkward wave washed over the room and I tucked my hands down in my pockets out of habit as I waited for him to speak up.

“Well son, I have a straightforward and honest question that requires an honest answer.” He blurted with no hesitation. I maintained a poker face as I looked him in the eye awaiting his honest question… but internally I was shitting bricks! I was [b]not[/b] prepared to be interrogated by Hope’s dad, at all, and I just knew this man had buttered me up with this fabulous ass man cave just so he could bulldoze my ass with twenty-one questions. I silently stood there thanking God for the hat that still sat perched on my head… I was sure I’d just broken a sweat right across my hairline and I didn’t need James to see how rattled my nervous were.

“Do you drink?” I was still stuck on how terrified I was to be questioned by him that I totally missed the question and had to do a double take when he grinned at me and shook his head, “It’s alright Chris, I’m not going to grill you about my daughter… yet. I’m just asking if you enjoy a drink now and then?”

“Oh… oh, um… yeah. Yes sir, occasionally.” I stuttered like a fool.

“Well come on out here and share a drink with me.” He said. So I wasn’t exactly sure if he knew how old I was or if I should tell him, but at the same time I didn’t wanna disrespect him by not following his orders, so hell… I followed him out to the bar so we could share a drink! There was no harm in that, right? Once we got back out into the basement, he made his way around behind the bar and reached beneath the bar top to pluck two glass cups then he looked up at me as I claimed a stool seat.

“What’s your preference?” “Um… Hennessy on ice.”

“Aww, good man.” I watched as he turned and went right for a half bottle of Hennessy on one of the several shelves behind him. There must have been a full ice chest back there too because he used a little silver scoop to drop a few pieces of ice into each of the cups just before filling them both just above the ice with the brown liquor. Once he was done, he capped the bottle and put it back in its rightful place on the shelf then slid me my cup.

“We do indeed have quite a bit of catching up to do, you know. I don’t know much about you nor do you know much about me,” He said after a sip from his cup, “But we won’t get into that now. From what I can see and do know about you, I like you… and I know my daughter really cares about you, so that’s all I need to know… for now.”

I nodded and took a sip from my own cup then reached up to adjust the brim of my hat.

“So, what are you currently in school for?” He asked.

“I’m a business major right now sir.”

“Before you go on, please… stop with the sir. You’re aging me here Chris,” He chuckled after taking another sip, “James will do just fine.”

With a smirk and a nod of my head, I licked my lips to rid them of the numbing taste of the alcohol.

“That’s quite a handsome little man you got up there.” He noted with a warm smile that left me smiling broadly my damn self. I never grew tired of hearing anyone compliment my baby boy.

“Thank you. I really appreciate that.” “Sy’Diyah told me he’s about eight months…” “Well he’s nine months now… as of November fourth.”

“Aww, don’t they grow so fast?” He chuckled with a shake of his head, “Well congratulations. He’s a good looking little one, if I do say so myself.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“You’re pretty young, if I’m not mistaken. How old are you exactly?”

“Um… I’m nineteen.” That uneasy feeling of rattled nerves hit me again and I gave him a hard stare as I waited to see where he was going with this. He only nodded his head though and gulped down a good half of his drink.

“Nineteen. I was around that age when Sy’Diyah’s mother and I had her. Eighteen or nineteen, give or take. I was nothing but a weak and struggling boy at that age though and knew not a damn thing about taking care of a baby. I was young and dumb and reckless,” He paused briefly to shake his head and finish off his beverage then he placed his cup down in the sink below the bar and sighed, “But I see something different with you. That baby is upstairs sleeping. He’s right here in this house with you, which means you didn’t abandon him… which means you understand one of the most vital things that every young black man should know. You understand what it means to be a father… and I admire you for that.”

I’d finished my drink in the midst of his speech and he reached across the bar to retrieve my cup and placed it down in the sink alongside his. Though I was sure I wasn’t ready to embark on a conversation with James about my relationship with his daughter, I also wasn’t quite sure if I was ready to discuss his relationship with her… or lack thereof… either. Maybe it was something he felt better talking about with another guy, or another father… I didn’t really know what prompted him to open the topic for discussion, but I guess I had no choice but to be all ears for him.

“Just, whatever you do, make sure you do everything you can to be there for that child and show him that you are the greatest father he could ever ask for. That’s what every single child on this planet deserves and every time I look at my child, I regret each day that I left her behind and turned my back on her.” Sooooo at this point I was beginning to wonder if maybe he was a lightweight and perhaps he’d mistakenly gotten a little too carried away with his drink and now it was making him get in his feelings. Like, I really didn’t know what was going on because I swear this guy went from zero to a hundred real quick and I was not prepared for that. If it weren’t for the sound of Diana calling for us from the top of the stairs, I really think James would have started crying right there in front of me.

Within the blink of an eye, he was smiling from ear to ear again and he’d straightened his posture and stared at me through bright eyes, which I noted to be the exact same color as Hope’s.

“James… Chris. I know you boys are down there getting carried away in that man hole or whatever you call it. Come on up here and get washed up for dinner. We’re having pizza!”

James eventually made his way around to my side of the bar and he stood his slightly short frame beside me and clamped a hand down on my shoulder “We’ll have plenty of time to really chat. Let’s head on up before these women have our heads on that table for supper.”

Together we laughed and trailed along up the stairs to the first floor of the house, but in the back of my mind I was caught somewhere between horrified by what I’d just witnessed in the basement from this… scorned man. And thrilled because from what I could tell, I’d just scored major points with my girlfriend’s dad!

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Chapter 57

Hours later, my eyes fluttered open and I was surprised that I’d even fallen asleep. I yawned and stretched my sore and aching limbs high above my head. Sitting in the chair for so long was beginning to take a real toll on my body. As I turned to face Chris, I zoned in on the room door as it slowly creaked open and I waited patiently to see who would emerge. Eventually I caught sight of a baby stroller coming through the door and seconds later, Gabby appeared on the other end of it. I watched as she carefully pushed the stroller through the open door and remained silent as she moved toward the opposite side of his bed. She glanced at me briefly, as if silently requesting permission to even be near him and I dropped my gaze from her almost immediately. "Has he responded yet?" She asked. "No." I muttered. "Oh... I'd love for him to wake up some time soon so he can finally meet his son." She said with a sigh. I stared at her… long and hard and without even remembering to blink. I didn’t even know whether or not to be offended by her statement, but I stayed quiet as she reached into the car seat to unbuckle the baby. She pulled his tiny body out and I watched closely, smiling reflexively when I locked eyes on him. His skin was bright and golden, just like his fathers. He had a head full of the most luscious black hair and as she bounced him lightly in her arms, he smiled briefly and I could see that dimple identical to Chris’s in his left cheek. He was the tiniest and most precious little thing I’d ever seen and even at about a month old, the resemblance between he and his father was uncanny. I was surprised to see the loving manner in which Gabby held him and lifted him to place a tender kiss on his forehead. “Look Jay-Jay… there’s daddy.” She said, tilting the arm she held him in toward Chris. Jaylen responded by blinking his little eyes sluggishly and opening his mouth to accommodate a nice, full yawn. The longer Gabby stood there gently bouncing the baby up and down in her arms, the more I could feel the intensity of her gaze burning into my face as I kept my gaze everywhere but on her. “How’ve you been Sy’Diyah?” She asked quietly. “I’ve been good Gabby,” I said, slowly looking up at her, “How have you been?” A wide grin tugged at her lips for a moment before dwindling down to a smirk “Hm… alright I guess. I think I would be much better if he was up, you know.” I only nodded while she continued to stand there staring at the unconscious father of her child. Gabby stayed there in the room with the baby for a while and we conversed lightly until Jaylen dozed off in her arms and she decided to head on home. She made sure to leave me with her number so I could contact her with any news about Chris’s status. It was now later in the afternoon and I was expecting at least half of our friends to show up for their daily visitation. They’d made it a point to head straight from school to the hospital every day and only a few minutes after I’d begun to wonder about their whereabouts, the room door opened and in walked Destani with everyone else behind her. “Hey babygirl. How you feeling today?” Destani asked as she moved toward me and kneeled to greet me with a hug. “I’m alright,” I said, glancing at Chris with a sigh, “Better than I was a few days ago.” “No progress with him today huh?” She asked as she too set her sights on him. I slowly shook my head as I stared at his profile “No… nothing.” The rest of the group approached soon after, each greeting me with warm hugs. I was shocked to see that even Rashad came trudging along at the tail end of the group… I didn’t think he would show his face again after the night of the accident. Yet there he was, lingering off in the corner of the room near the door not bothering to say a word to anyone. We all sat around and talked for a while and I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of gratitude toward the crew for coming to visit Chris and keeping me company as I stayed by his side. “Well hi there, how are you all doing today?” I raised my gaze from Destani who sat next to me, gossiping about her day at school, and spotted Dr. Mulenburg with a bright and shining smile. There was a mixed response from everyone in the room and Dr. Mulenburg moseyed over to me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder "How have you been sweetheart?" "I've been alright. Kind of tired, but I'm fine." I said. "That's reasonable. Just try to get some rest when and if you can or you’ll end up making yourself sick. And I wouldn’t want to have to add you to my roster of patients." He chuckled. I cracked a smile and watched as he turned and moved toward Chris’s bed. I eyed him closely as he plucked the clipboard from the end of the bed and crossed over to the heartrate monitor near the head of it. With my eyes locked on his every move, I failed to notice that someone had approached me from behind and I flinched at the feeling of a hand landing on my shoulder. Turning to glance back, I found myself eye to eye with Rashad. My brows furrowed almost instantly and I glared at him as I waited for him to speak. "Can I uh... can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked. Releasing a low gust of air through my nose, I nodded and rose from my seat to follow him out into the hall. -- I couldn't even begin to explain just how aggravated I was getting as Rashad stood a few feet away from me with his hands tucked in his pockets and his head hung low. "Is this all you wanted?" I blurted with a peeved expression and my arms crossed over my chest. "What?" He asked as he looked up at me. I unraveled my arms from the front of my chest and tossed them down to my sides "This... you called me out here just to stand here and stare at the floor?" "Oh, um... nah. That's not why I called you out here." He said, looking utterly astounded by my outburst. There was yet another awkward moment of silence between us and with a sigh, I shook my head and turned to walk back into the room. "Wait Sy, wait.. I just… I wanted to apologize." He exclaimed, grabbing ahold of my arm. I slowly turned to face him and peered down at his hand as he clutched tightly onto my arm. Two seconds later, he snatched away from me. "Apologize for what?" I asked. "For the way I acted and..." He paused, staring down at the floor to gather his thoughts, “... and for what I said. I mean, I know Chris told you." Crossing my arms back over my chest, I leaned my weight onto one foot and stared blankly at him, waiting for him to finish whatever it was that he had to say. "I was drunk that night and I... I didn't know what I was saying, I honestly didn't. I would never come at you or Chris like that and I..." I held up a hand to stop him right in his tracks and shook my head "You know what Rashad, you really don't even need to apologize to me. The person you need to apologize to more than anyone is lying in there in that bed, unconscious and unable to even breathe on his own. The only thing you need to do right now is pray that he makes it through this… and stay away from me.” I felt no remorse for him as I spoke and I would have had a mouthful more to say, but the door to Chris’s room flew open and Nalay bolted out into the hall breathlessly like she’d just run a marathon. "Sy, you have to get in here!” She had my wrist in her grasp before I could blink and before I could turn to look back at a dazed and confused Rashad, she’d already whisked me back into the room. -- I raced back inside with Nalay still tugging on my arm and once we were standing at the foot of Chris’s bed, she pulled me in close and Destani and Tameka quickly surrounded me. “Okay, now watch.” Nalay whispered excitedly. Dr. Mulenburg glanced over at me with a soft chuckle and I locked my eyes on his hand as he lifted Chris’s right arm. “Christopher… if you can hear me, can you please move any finger on your right hand?” The doctor instructed. The room became silent enough to hear a pin drop as we all stood there anticipating Chris’s response. Seconds passed like slow, excruciating hours as I stared at his hand and I nearly pee'd my pants as I watched his index finger twitch and gradually rise. I instantly clamped a hand over my mouth and a fresh batch of tears started to fall almost immediately. "Did you see that Sy? Did you see his finger? He moved... he's moving!" Destani exclaimed happily, leaning against my side and wrapping an arm around my waist. I couldn’t bring myself to utter a single word. I could only nod as I kept my eyes glued to him. “Over the past few days, we’ve been lowering his levels of propofol and this morning we stopped it completely. I didn’t expect any signs of improvement for at least another week, so this is… absolutely phenomenal,” Dr. Mulenburg explained with a grin as wide as a proud father, “Christopher, can you give my hand a squeeze? Squeeze as hard as you can.” The doctor dropped his hand down to grasp Chris’s and through teary eyes, I watched as his muscles strained and sure enough… he squeezed the man’s hand. Destani didn’t waste any time whipping out her phone and shooting out text messages like her life depended on it. “Who you texting so quick?” Tameka asked, glancing at the furious speed of her fingers. “Tootie. Her and Ms. Joyce are gonna freak out and they need to get up here now!” She said excitedly. It took a few minutes, maybe five minutes max, for Ms. Joyce and Tootie to make their way up from the cafeteria followed by my aunt who was on duty just a few floors up. Once Dr. Mulenburg allowed Ms. Joyce, Tootie, and my aunt to see the progress, he requested that everyone move out into the waiting room while he extracted Chris’s tracheal intubation. Not a single question was asked as I moved right back to my seat at his bedside while they started the process and Ms. Joyce stood at my side with a wad of tissue in one hand and my hand clenched in the other. -- I sat in my chair beside his bed, wondering how he managed to be such a trooper. Just minutes ago, the doctor had finished removing an IV and his breathing tube, since he was making such great progress. I stared at him in complete awe as his chest rose and fell in a steady pattern all on its own. "You know, I would have never imagined sitting up in a hospital watching my only son come so close to leaving this earth before his own mother," Ms. Joyce said as she laughed at her own humorless remark and I silently watched her sitting in a chair a foot or two away from me with her eyes on her son, "But my baby is strong... he's so strong. He knows God wasn't ready for him just yet. He probably knew if he were to leave now, I would have a heart attack and be right on my way with him." She laughed again and I gazed at the tears now trickling down her dimpled cheeks even as a warm smile stayed in place on her face. Though I sniffled relentlessly in an effort to control my own tears, I couldn’t stop them from forming at the brim of my eyes and I found myself weeping right along with her. "He knows he’s a mama's boy too. I know he would never admit to it, but that's exactly what he is... a mama's boy. I do wonder if he passed that trait onto little Jaylen..." Her voice trailed off and it was then that I realized, she’d come to terms with Chris being a father. I knew it had to be difficult for her to accept the fact, but it seemed that in the wake of this tragedy she realized there was no time to dwell on his faults. The baby was here now and the only thing she could do was either accept him or have nothing at all to do with him… She slowly nodded her head and her subdued expression soon morphed into yet another smile "Mmhm… he has a baby to be there for now, he has a mother who couldn't bear losing him, and... he has a truly incredible girlfriend who he hasn't even gotten the chance to propose to just yet." I chuckled softly and stared at her as she turned to face me with a beaming close lipped smile. "You know something sweetheart... you are the epitome of everything this boy needs. I have never, in all my years seen Chris the way I've seen him when he's with you. He's just so... so much more radiant and he almost glows. And to be honest with you, this is the happiest he’s ever been. As a mother and just a person on the outside looking in, I see so much beauty in your relationship. Whenever he comes back to the house just to be mama’s boy for a while, you know you’re all he talks about?” With warm and blushing cheeks, I smiled and bashfully dropped my gaze away from her as she laughed and shook her head. “Since he was a boy, he’s always been so angry and held so much resentment… mostly toward his father. And he grew up that way… angry all the time. Always so serious… always the big man who had to take care of business. I rarely even saw my child smile.” She released a deep sigh and tilted her head to one side with the most somber expression, “If you don’t mind me sharing with you… you’re the best thing that ever happened to my baby. You bring out the most gentle and loving side of him and you give this boy a reason to love and love hard. He can be a knucklehead and often the most difficult person to deal with… but I thank you for what you’ve done for him. I’ve never seen my son this way… Sy’Diyah, from the day he met you, you have been his happiness. I’d been crying so much in the past few days and this moment was no different. I couldn’t control my tears even if I wanted to. To know that even his mother could recognize and understand the bond between the two of us, was absolutely amazing to me. We were young, true enough… but the love that I felt for him and him for I was unmistakable. Our feelings for each other were raw and we weren’t afraid to let it be known to the world that what we had was just as strong if not stronger than that of a married couple. I continued to weep quietly in my seat as I allowed Ms. Joyce’s confession to sink in and I turned to gaze to her son, only to find that his eyes were wide open… and set right on me. -- He was awake now and for the first time all week, I finally felt alive. No one knew exactly how he would respond after suffering possible brain trauma and being put into a medically induced coma and we surely didn’t expect for him to begin recovering so rapidly. Dr. Mulenburg was absolutely stunned by his steady progression and unbeknownst to any of us, he explained that based on Chris’s head trauma he wasn’t expecting him to recover at all let alone this well. I stayed cooped in that room the entire week and with Chris finally awake and alert, Destani decided that I needed to take a break, if only just to grab a bite to eat downstairs in the cafeteria. I sat across from her nibbling on a basket of fries as she gossiped about everything I’d missed out on since we’d been back from Florida. "Damn man, how does shit just happen like this? I mean, one minute we in Florida, living the dream and partying it up and now suddenly we’re stuck in the hospital with one of the homie’s down. What’s really going on?” She fussed with a shake of her head. “I don’t know Dez.” I chortled, “I really don’t know.” “And to top it off… I wonder how Rashad feels after everything that’s happened with Chris. I mean, they were best friends since they were babies and now they’re like sworn enemies. I bet that midget nigga probably feels like a complete asshole. Did you ever even find out what happened between them the night they fought at the hotel?” I nearly choked on my sprite… I was far from prepared for this conversation. I didn’t know whether I should just come right out and explain it all to her, or continue to act as though I knew nothing about that night. All I knew was that I did not want to sit right across from her and lie directly to her face. “Um… I uh… I actually do know,” Her eyes nearly bulged and she gained interest almost instantly which was obvious by the way she rested her arms against the table and leaned toward me, “But I don’t think now is a good time to talk about it Dez.” She frowned and twisted her lips to one side with a face full of disappointment, but she didn’t put up an argument against my statement and for that I was thankful. We both focused our attention on her vibrating phone that sat in the center of the table between us. She quickly snatched it up and almost immediately I could see a smirk tugging at her lips. “Meka just texted me… she said Chris is up now and he’s asking for you.” -- We were back upstairs within only a few minutes and we briskly moved down the hall to Chris’s room. I could hear several voices the further into the room we ventured and the moment Destani and I rounded the corner from the curtain near the door, the room went silent almost instantly and all eyes were on me. I kept my gaze focused on Chris, who’d drifted off to sleep only minutes after opening his eyes for the first time earlier during my talk with Ms. Joyce. But now he simply lie there, peacefully snuggled against the pillows on his bed… staring right at me. My hands gripped tightly onto the foot railing of the bed and I didn’t even bother to wipe away yet another fresh batch of tears as my entire world zoned in on only him. He blinked sluggishly as if he’d just learned the task and I watched as he tilted his head freely and curiously with no brace on his neck. I hadn’t even noticed that every person in the room was slowly trickling out into the hall… I couldn’t break my gaze away from him. “I’ll talk to you later, okay.” Destani muttered as she wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a side hug then trudged out of the room. Silence instantly overwhelmed the sterile space and I stood stock still at the foot of his bed, staring at him like I’d never laid eyes on him before. I had no clue what to say to him or how to react until his still plump and pink lips formed into the smallest smirk and I quickly slapped a hand up over my mouth. That smirk never wavered, and I continued to cry as it morphed suddenly into a frown. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gruff and nearly inaudible, and I could only imagine just how sore his throat was from lying in bed an entire week with a tube jammed in it. I shook my head quickly and eased around the side of the bed to get closer to him, placing a finger over my lips to hush him. I stared down at him and took in everything about him, from his face down to his covered legs. The swelling in his eye had subsided completely and he was left with only a dark bruise around his entire eye and the scratches along his cheeks and forehead had already begun to heal seamlessly. He still wore a sling on his arm and it would remain there for another four to eight weeks. The bandage on his head had also been downgraded to just a large Band-Aid and the stitches in his nose had since been removed. As I stood there near the side of his bed, I raised my left hand to his face and slowly grazed the tips of my fingers over his cheek. I drank in all of his features, realizing in that moment that I’d never been more grateful in my life. He was still with me… still right there for me to reach out and touch. Though he was battered and bruised, God granted him the strength to pull through this tragedy and I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and thank him over and over again for showering my love with such an immense blessing. I parted my lips to speak, but couldn’t form a single word to say to him. I felt absolutely content just sitting there staring at him and that’s exactly what I did. My hand continued to gently roam all over his face and even over the curly hair atop his head that’d grown out while he was on bedrest. His eyes remained locked on me… wherever I moved, that golden gaze followed. I wiped at the wet streaks gliding down my cheeks and leaned as far as I could over the rail of the bed without pressing any weight against him to mesh my lips against his forehead. “I love you so much.” I whispered, leaning in once more to press my lips against his. I could feel his hand shifting beneath my chest as I continued to lean over the rail, so I moved back to see that he was reaching up for me and I quickly linked my hand with his. Being able to touch him and connect with him in the simplest way left my heart fluttering, so I pulled my chair as close to his bed as I could get it and held onto his hand for the rest of the night.

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Hurt. - Chapter 2

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"Wake up b****." Ahh my lovely boyfriend. Isn't it nice to wake up to that? I sit up immediately so I don't make him mad. "Good morning Z.." He stares at me for a minute before rolling his eyes, "Go make my breakfast." I sigh and get out of the bed. I wish I could change first... "Um.. Can I get changed first?" He takes in a deep breath, trying to control himself. "Hurry." I quickly go to my closet (Zayn claimed that he needed his own closet because my clothes apparently make him sick) and grab the first outfit I see. I run to the bathroom and change. I will just have to take a shower tonight. Once I finish getting ready I walk to the kitchen. I start to make some toast and eggs. We don't have anything else I could make. Time to go grocery shopping. I walk to the stove and turn one of the burners on. I put an egg in the pan and wait for it to heat up. As I wait I feel arms wrap around my waist and someone starts to kiss up my neck. I bite my lip and turn around in the person's grip. It's Zayn of course. "You picked my favorite outfit babe. It looks good on you."

I glance down at my outfit. I thought he hated all of my clothes? "Oh thanks." It has been a long time since he's given me a compliment. "But I believe it would look much better on the floor." He pulls the right sleeve down and kisses my shoulder. His other hand lands on my inner thigh. "Zayn the food.." He lets out a noise, almost like a growl, "Forget the food." I sigh and try to move away from him. "It's going to burn if I don't check it." He sighs and lets me go. He sits down on one of the bar stools. I turn the stove off and put the eggs on a plate for Zayn. I grab the toast I made a few minutes ago and put it on the plate also. "Here." I set the plate down in front of him.

"This is all you made?" He glares at the food. "I.. there was nothing else. I'm sorry... I will go shopping today." I hand him a fork and he uses it to take a bite of the eggs. He swallows, "These eggs taste horrible." I look down, "They may be a little burnt." He gets up and throws the entire plate in the trash. Gee thanks babe. "You should have been watching them. You can't do anything right." I push back the tears that start to build up. How is this my fault? He was the one who told me to forget about them. "I-I know. I'm sorry." He ignores me and leaves the room. You can't do anything right... I decide that I should go to the dance studio to practice for my performance on Saturday. I go to where Zayn has been sitting at since this morning. "Z, I'm going to the dance studio. I'll be back later." "Whatever. It's not like you can even dance." That hurt... That hurt almost as bad as the physical abuse does. "Right... Um bye." I grab my dance bag and leaves the house. He hasn't seen me dance since we first started dating. He was so supportive... And then one day it all changed. I remember it so clearly. *Flashback* A few weeks ago Niall told me about the European Dance Masters Competition that was happening in Ireland this year. I decided to audition and well, I made it. Tonight is the night I perform in front of a crowd. I have done this so many times before but I am still nervous. I decide to practice my dance one more time. I do one of the turns and crash into somebody. They hold me steady and I look up to see who it is. "That was great babe." I blush, "Thanks Zayn." My boyfriend has seen me dance a few times. I love how supportive he is. "Remember, I'll be sitting in the crowd with the boys." I smile and nod, "Good." "Are you nervous?" I guess he could tell..

"Yeah, a bit. A lot of people are supposed to come tonight." He smiles, "You'll do great, yeah?" I hug him. One of the hosts interrupts us, telling Zayn that he can't be backstage. Zayn sighs, "Okay... Good luck babe." He gives me a quick kiss. "Thank you Z." I hug him one last time before he leaves to sit in the audience.

"Was that your boyfriend?" I turn to see a girl with long blonde hair. I smile, "Yeah." She bites her lip, "He is fine. Oh my." I laugh awkwardly, "Yeah he is." She laugh too, "You are very lucky. I'm Jess." She holds her hand out for me to shake, "I'm Jaylen." "Oh my gosh! You go on right after me." "I guess I do," I reply. "Well it starts in 5 minutes. I better go do some finishing touches." I tell her good luck and she returns it. Jess is dancing now. She is really good. Oh God... I feel sick. I take a deep breath and start to stretch. I hear the crowd applaud. She's finished already? I see her exit the stage. "You were really good." She smiles, "Thank you! Good luck, girl." She walks away and I take another deep breath. "Up next is Jaylen Greyson, 17. Dancing contemporary to Shelter." I walk onto the stage and go to the center. I look into the crowd and spot the boys. They give me a thumbs up and I smile. The music starts and I dance.

I finish and take a bow, exiting the stage. I think I did pretty good! Jess runs up to me and squeals, "That was amazing! Who choreographed that?!" I smile wide, "I did." Her mouth drops, "No way! You're kidding?" I laugh and shake my head. "No, I choreograph all my dances." She looks impressed. "Wow. You have talent girl." I thank her and walk to get a water. I take a seat and wait for the rest of the competition to dance. "That was the final dance of the night. Would all dancers please come to the stage?" I get up and go to the stage along with everyone else. "The judges have made their decision." That was fast... The judges come to the stage and hand the result card to the host. "In third place ... we have Yolana Xavier." A girl with straight black hair walks up and takes the small trophy. My hand starts to shake involuntarily.

I see Louis stand up and he gives me a thumbs up. Where is Zayn? I frown, not able to find my boyfriend anywhere. "Runner up... goes to Jessica Rowe." Jess cheers and walks up to the host. One of the judges shake her hand and gives her the 2nd place trophy. I look down. There is no way I got first place... "In first place..." The host takes a pause, making the moment intense. "We have Jaylen Greyson!" I cover my mouth with my hand. I can't believe it! I walk up and the judges congratulate me. I thank them and they hand the trophy to me.

"GO JAYLEN!" I blush. You can guess who that was... (Louis) Wow this trophy is heavy. I walk back to my place while the judges thank everyone for coming out. Everyone starts to leave the stage and I walk down the stairs. I run to the boys. "You did amazing, love!" Louis hugs me and I giggle, "Thanks Lou." Harry hugs me next, "Let me hold this for you babe. It looks heavy." He takes the trophy from me. I smile and hug Niall next. "That was fantastic." Liam hugs me next and says the same. I thank them and take another look around...

"Where is Zayn?" The boys look away not answering me. "Guys?" Liam sighs, "He left..." I raise my eyebrows, "What do you mean he left?" He wouldn't just leave... He wouldn't do that. "He uh.. just got up in the middle of your dance and left," Harry tells me. What? "Love, we should take you home." I almost don't hear what Liam says. How could my own boyfriend just leave? Was I that bad? I frown and follow them to the car. Louis pulls into my driveway. I shake my head when I see mine and Zayn's car already here. I say goodbye to the boys and get out. My mind is spinning right now. I go inside and see Zayn sitting down on the couch... with a beer in his hand. I set my trophy down on the table in front of him. "I came in first place. You know, just in case you were wondering."

Walking into the kitchen I get a drink out of the fridge. "I honestly could care less right now, yeah." I wasn't expecting that at all... "Really Zayn?" He slams the beer down on the table and my trophy falls, smashing into pieces. My eyes go wide. He gets up and walks into the kitchen where I am. "Yeah, really. You won because you were rolling around on that stage like a dirty slut." My heart starts beating fast. Is this really happening right now? He just called me a slut... I start to tear up as he pushes my back up against the fridge.

I feel his breath on my neck as his hands run up my outer thighs. "Look at what you're wearing." His hands continue to move up until they stop right below my breasts. "You might as well have been naked up on that stage, babe. I didn't give you permission to wear this." The tears run down my face. "I didn't know I had to have your permission Zayn." His hands start to squeeze my sides. "I hated watching you up on that stage. You can't dance. I've been lying to you, yeah. You're terrible really." I choke on my tears, making an unattractive sound. He was scaring me.

"I-I won first place. I can dance." I had to defend myself. He squeezes harder and I try to remove his hands from me. "Stop! You're hurting me Z!" Zayn removes his hands for a brief second before he begins ripping my dance outfit off of me. "No! What are you doing?!" I try to move away from him but he raises his hand and hits me across the face. All I feel is a stinging sensation on my cheek as I hit the tiled floor. I'm frozen. He just hit me. My boyfriend- Zayn Malik- just hit me. "Don't talk to me like that b****!" I look up at him, feeling broken. He walks out of the room and grabs his beer off the table. "You sleep on the floor tonight. I better not wake up and find you on the bed, yeah." He leaves my sight and that's when I break down.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

*Flashback Ends*

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