Forever And Always (A Roc Royal Story)

[Ariella's POV]

I was so fucking heated with Roc, that I didn't really wait in the waiting room. I left. He drove his car there from the police station, so I left him. I wasn't only mad, I was hurt. He thinks that Trenton isn't his son. How can he say something like that? I swear on my life, that Trenton Jermaine August is Roc's son. I know this! And I'm really hoping that Roc made the right choice, by giving the blood.

I was in the car, driving at a reasonable speed. Not too fast and not too slow. I was taking the long way home, because I needed time to think. What has my life become over the years? Was me meeting Roc a big mistake? Or was it the best choice I ever made in my life? I don't know. But my phone started to vibrate and I answered it.

Me: "Hello?"

Prod: "Listen! I know you're still mad with us and everything. But your friend here is tripping!"

Me: "Prod, what are you talking about? Who's my friend?"

Prod: "Prince! He's going off the deep in hard, Ariella. He won't talk to nobody. He just left like, 5 minutes ago. We don't even know what's going on!"

Me: "Then why did you call me!? I don't have nothing to do with what's going on with Prince! If he wants to go crazy and make dumb ass, off the ledge, then that's him!"

Prod: "Stop being a fucking bitch, Ariella! You've always been like this, since I met you. He needs you, but yet you're throwing him off."

Me: "No, I am n--" He cut me off with more of his talking.

Prod: "Yes you are throwing him off. You did the same thing with Roc. When he wanted to make things right, you threw him off. You did it at the amusement park that day, you did it at my house 3 years ago, and you're probably doing it right fucking now."

I pressed on my breaks hard at what he just said. Thank God, I'm the only one on the street. Wow. My eyes filled with tears. Why? Because someone's telling me the truth and I have no choice but to except it. The truth hurts and I guess some people dont understand that.

Prod: "Yeah. You're quiet because you know I'm telling the truth."

Me: "N-n-no. It's not even that. Prod, you know me better than that." I pulled over on the side of the road and cut my car off.

Prod: "Yeah, I know you, alright. But the way you're acting isnt good. And stop throwing Roc off. He really loves you, but you be too much of a bitch, to see it!" Man, I really wish he'll stop calling me a bitch.

Me: "Where do you think Prince went?"

Prod: "Hello! You askin' me like I'm supposed to know!"

Me: "See. You the one who called me! I didn't call you!"

Prod: "Shut up and go to where you know he's gonna be. Bye."

Me: "But--"

Before I could even say anything else, he hung up the phone in my face. God! I'm so fucking frustrated! I screamed as loud as I could and punch the steering wheel with all my might. I'm only 23! Why is my life so fucking frustrated. I screamed again and laid my head on the steering wheel. I didn't even care if the horn was honking. I'm sick of this shit! God! Please! I cried my heart out. I want this shit to be over.

*2 Hours Later*

I woke up, still in my car and the sun was getting ready to go down. When did I even fall asleep? Ugh. I have the worst headache in my life. But what was I supposed to be doing? I checked my phone and to my surprise, there were no missed calls or text messages. Not one. Damn. I cranked up my car and my body was flushed with the cool A/C.

Again. What was I supposed to be doing? Oh yeah. Looking for Prince. I hate how Prod, threw this responsibilty on me! He's Princeton's best friend. Not me! Well I once was. But that's a teenage thing. I'm a grown woman and I guess now, things have changed. Time to try and make things better

[Princeton's POV: The First One Ever]

Life. What's intake of the word 'life'. To me, life is shit! Life is nothing but a game we play in order to leave. I believe that we're all pawns in a wizard's little game. Weird, right? I know. But its what I think. I'm just ready to give up. I gave up on my girl and kids. I gave up on my career. I gave up on my friends. Well friend. If I could find him and apologize, I most definitley would. But, what's done is done. Right?