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LET YOU DOWN - JORJA SMITH ft STORMZY
Sometimes,
I wouldn't mind
if i was less important
Where'd you go?
When you cant come to me and you just can't control
| omniscient perspective |
somewhere in south London
| thursday |
8 am, AZARIA AND ZAIYRE WERE BOTH IN A REFLECTIVE MOOD SO THEY JUST KEPT TO THEMSELVES. ZAIYRE GOT UP AND SHOWERED FIRST, PUTTING ON HIS SIGNITURE TRACKSUIT BOTTOMS AND DISPLYING HIS PRETTY TATTED SKIN, WITH A BLACK DURAG RESTING ON HIS STILL FRESH BRAIDS. AZARIA HAD A BATH AFTER HE FINISHED IN THE SHOWER, STEPPING INTO THE PIPING HOT BATH AND UNWINDING. THE SENSUAL, SMOOTH SOUNDS OF SUMMER WALKER FILLED THE ROOM. Echoes of azaria's rifts and melodies wavered through bouncing off the walls. She was in her element - alone with music playing in the background reflecting on her joirney and how she got to where she currently was.
-Flashback-
(3 years ago)
He was praying on her downfall
She didn't know, was naive; she would soon found out drillers were real life heartless
"Asani?" She called out anxiously, he strolled through into his room smelling of weed, completely ignoring her presence.
"Im sorry" she said quietly, apologising in fear of upsetting him for something she didn't even do, it was more so gor her peace of mind. He kissed his teeth and harshly laughed " I real life dont give two fucks" he was really feeling brazen.
He turned around and even from the dark room she could she the evil glint in his black eyes. Reaching over with a predatory gaze, he tugged on the hem of her leggings. "Please", she cried. "I dont want to - I'm not ready"
"For fucks sake man, your just a joke" she closed her eyes for an illusion of escapism.
"Yo. You taking the piss, look at me when i talking to you!" his harsh words juxtaposing against his gentle hands lifting her chin up and levelling her light brown eyes with his black ones.
"Your so sexy, likkle sin. Aint that right" he said a smirk plastered onto his attractive face. "Your not going school tomorrow, I don't want boys looking at you"
"I have to, the schools gonna clock and they might get social services involved." She explained to him
"Whatever, just don't be doing up friendly in mans face. Just stay to yourself, an i dont like girls you chill with so stay alone and you need to remember dat."
"Okay"
He began to caress her face, fingers moving in slow circles. She was getting fed up of him now, she knew he'd probably hit her again but she just had enough. The fact Dhyani knew what was going on made her sick to her stomach
"Where were you?" Her voice steely, determined not to let it waver keeping an intrinsic promise to hold her ground.
"Don't ask big man questions," he said nonchalantly, still intently staring at her
"Why do you keep on doing this to me, i clearly can't offer you want you want. But when i try to leave you have a problem" she rambled
"Bake, man. Your moving mad"
"No, ive had enough. Stop damaging me or leave me alone" with more vim and conviction in her voice.
With no warning his hand clasped her neck tightly and began to cut off her air supply. She dig her nails into his skin and scratched him. "Ahh" he hissed, she knew she was in shit when he laughed and said
"Is that what your on?"
He sent her faceshots fast and hard, each box coming down harder than the last. She started to feel numb as he snarled at her and shouted like a madman.
"Dont. Ever. Try. To. Disrespect. Me. Bitch." He said inbetween adding in body shots "Me. And. You. Are. Not. Size." She saw colours fading, the ultimate disrespect was him spitting on her and storming out the house while she was bleeding on his bed.
-End of Flashback-
She didn't realise she zoned out for so long, the bath water was cold. She got dressed into a fashionova unitard and went back into her room completing her school week and dozing off
When they both retreated out of their rooms they decided to sit outside on the balcony, he was on the a high floor.
They were both stressed, and that evening she decided to smoke for the first time. They sat in a comfortable silence, she asked to roll his, she grew up around people from road, after all - her dad Yaheim was a gaza yardie gunman.
After she rolled theirs zaiyre spoke her through it, inhale it and let it go through you, but release it breathing out slowly. After the third pull she got tbe hang of it, and felt more relaxed
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