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"Do you really have to leave?" Jayda pouted.
"Baby I been with you everyday for two weeks. I gotta get back to work." He looked down at her.
"So? I'm going to miss you." Jayda rubbed his eyebrow.
"Ima be back when I leave the studio." He told her, and she nodded.
"Ain't you finna leave too? Where you going." He put her hair behind her ear.
"I need to go see Nau'Jour. He hasn't been answering his phone or texting back in a week." Jayda grabbed her purse.
"A week? You just now going to check on him? He might be dead." Von laughed, mocking a boy from his childhood.
"Well he told me like 3 days ago he just wanted some space but I feel like I gave him enough. So he finna have to suck it up. His producer called me and he ain't been in the studio knowing SouthCoast ready to drop his ass. I should fight him right?" Jayda asked, and Von laughed.
"Nah. But gone and make sure he good. I'll be back later. I love you baby." He kissed her lips opening her car door for her.
"I love you too. Come back home to me, foreal." She pointed at him, and he laughed, nodding his head.
Jayda pulled off, driving towards Nau'Jour house.
He had turned his location off, but she figured he was there anyways.
A few minutes later, she pulled in his driveway.
She grabbed her phone, walking up to his door.
Using her key to unlock the door, she walked in.
She instantly scrunched her face up. His house reeked of alcohol, he had trash and clothes everywhere. There were a few spots of throw up, making her gag.
"Nau'Jour? Where the fuck you at?!" Jayda yelled, walking around. She walked around his house, not seeing him.
She walked in his guest room, seeing him laying on the floor with his eyes closed.
"Nau'Jour?" She frowned.
She stood over him, opening his eyes seeing his pupils dilated.
"Man what the fuck Nau'Jour?" Jayda grabbed his feet, dragging him to the bathroom.
She held him over the toilet, opening his mouth and sticking her fingers down his throat.
He began throwing up, and Jayda shook her head, tears of anger falling down her face.
She let him throw up in the toilet, starting some shower water for him because he smelled like liquor.
He groaned, leaning his head against the toilet.
Jayda pulled his sweats off, then took his shirt from over his head.
"You fucking stink." Jayda helped him on his shower bench.
