Obsessed

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Janae Iyana Taylor|| JT||Nae||JIT
11:52am Next day. 1 month left in Miami.

"JT. Girl get up. You gotta eat something." Nique rubbed my arm.

"I'm fine. I don't want nothing." I continued scrolling through my phone.

"Okay okay. Well...Kentrell and Three just finished getting all of our stuff. And Jay is handling the hotel stuff."

Because of the whole thing, the boys felt it was safer if we stayed with them so they could keep an eye on us at all times.

I shrugged my shoulders, saying I don't care.

"Can you at least come downstairs. Everybody is pretty worried about you. Especially Kentrell. He feels sooooo bad."

"I'll come later."

"You can't, Kentrell other homeboys might be coming. Ya know....For e extra protection and shit."

I sat up in the bed and she looked at me.

"I wanna go home." I told her, with tears in my eyes.

"No, no, no, nooo. Janae. C'mon we still have a month here."

I wiped my eyes. "I don't wanna be here nomo."

Nique shook her head. "Janae.... Just give it some time. You upset right now. Think about it."

She smiled and got up and left the room. I laid back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

I really wanted to go home. I went on this vacation to not be sad, now I'm laying in bed CRYING. It's not Kentrell's fault, and I'll let him know that. It's just...When Chris was here my life was a living hell. And to think he really does have something to do with the text message makes me worry even more and have more questions.

How does he know Bryson? Are they related or what?

I felt like eyes were on me every second of the day. I felt like somebody was watching me. Chris has brought back memories I didn't wanna remember. Constantly looking over my shoulder. Scared to talk. Scared to look around, hoping not to see him.

I was scared.

Really scared.

The door opened and Kentrell stepped in. He closed the door and walked up to me. He didn't say anything. He just looked at me.

"You good?"

I nodded.

"You need anythang?"

I shook my head. He was silent for a while.

"You can talk....."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want Kentrell?"

He laid beside me and pulled the cover over him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him.

"What is you—"

"Hush ni. Don't start talking."

"You don't tell me what to do."

"Yeah we'll see. Anyway.....We going to get some seafood later. You coming?"

I shrugged. "I guess."

"Ain't no 'I guess' cuz you in coming. Ni....Go to sleep."

He let go of me and laid on his back. I laid my head on his chest and traced his tattoos with my finger.

"Quit doin' det." He smacked my hand. I laughed a lil and closed my eyes.

Soon falling asleep.

2:05pm