Have you ever been in the predicament that an individual was obsessed with you. They stalked you, tried to figure out where you rest your head and anybody else that you associate with; family and all. They tampered with your things and showed up at your job unexpected. They sent you letters, sweet and threatening. You start to get afraid and tell your close friends and family. Your obsessor realizes your mistake and your friends and family start disappearing one by one until there's nobody left. The obsessor won't stop until they get what they want, which is you.
"Mariah live a little! You know this is like your only weekend off ," my sister Michelle persuaded me as we maneuvered through the club. I held onto her arm tightly so I won't get lost in the crowd of booty hoppers. Once we arrived to the steps leading to the vip, I blew a breath of relief and loosened my grasp. "What you so scared of?"
"I haven't been to a club in years Chelle," I told her as we made our way up the step...