"One day you'll find someone who shows you why it didn't workout with someone else."
Nureila Promise was a cheerleader at her school. She had the life that any girl would dream of. She was dating the quarterback Jamari Rivers. Over time Jamari negl...
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𝕽𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘
ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁰ᵗʰ
I opened my eyes slowly while the bright sunlight coming in from the window blinded me a bit. I sat up a bit and got a good look at my surroundings. It looked like someone had been watching over me from the amounts of clothes scattered on the side of the room.
I pulled myself from the bed and gritted my teeth as I stood while my hand was over the not fully healed wound on my abdomen. I moved towards the connecting bathroom and got a glimpse of myself.
Someone had been keeping my hygiene up to par and I appreciated it. I quickly turned on the water so I could brush my teeth for myself and grabbed a towel to wash over my face. After that, I slipped on some slides and made my way out of my room and towards the stairs.
I clunge one of my hands to the railing while the other was still on the wound. I walked slowly down the spiral staircase, noticing the men watching my every move as I trudged down the stairs.
Once I arrived at the bottom, I moved towards the kitchen and towards the fridge. I grabbed myself the bottle of orange juice and didn't even bother grabbing a cup. I just drank straight out the carton. It is my shit, right?
"Shan.. what are you doing out of bed man?" a voice said.
I raised my eyes to find Zane leaning against the counter watching my every move. I shrugged my shoulders and placed the juice on the counter.
"So a nigga can't get out of bed anymore?" I responded, wincing a bit at the pain from my abdomen.
"Not when you're in that much pain.. come on man. Let's get you back upstairs." Zane tried to grab onto me but I jerked my body back quickly which was a mistake. I ended up yelling loudly and clenching my fist.
"Fuck Zane! I don't need any help. Y'all niggas acting like I'm fucking handicapped. I got it, damn!" I yelled as I exited the kitchen but not before grabbing my bottle of orange juice.
I moved into the living room and swatted my hand to the side so everyone could make room for me. I sat down slowly on the couch and sighed as I looked over the map that was sprawled over the table.
"Fuck y'all niggas doing? I ain't say y'all could plot shit without my permission." I said before taking another sip from the carton.
"That shit died once you got hurt. You always said that if you ever got hurt, I would be running shit Shan." Zane said as he sat next to me, sparking a blunt.
