Destined

29.

The sun was just beginning to set down. It had just hit 7:00 in the evening when I walked out the door. My mother had gotten home seconds after I shut the door of the house.

Her eyes traveled to my face and back to the outfit I was wearing. I was covered in black from head to toe.

"Um, where are you going? Not to a funeral I hope," she said shutting her car door.

"I uh- I," I stutter.

"Hello?" She rushes for me to answer her.

"This isn't even funeral attire. I'm wearing a hoodie,"

"Is that what I asked?"

"No but-"

"Where are you going Dj?" She makes her way to the front door.

"Mom," I rub my head. "There's so much that I want to tell you, but I just can't. Not now at least. Just know that Amber isn't doing okay,"

My mind goes back to the night I went to the party with her. My mother hadn't known where we were going exactly, she trusted me to be at a movie, but I lied to her. And if she knew that that party had been the first cause of Amber being in the hospital, she would never let me out of her sight again. Why didn't I just stay home that night? Why didn't I just listen to the person who obviously knew better than me? I had finally began to understand why she was so strict with me, because if it wasn't Amber who had been raped from someone who she had been partying with, it would have probably been me.

Then I begin to think about Jayon. I knew he wouldn't rape me, he wouldn't do anything like that to hurt me. It's all about who you attract, and it's all about the type of energy you give off. That night, Amber had gotten the wrong attention.

I knew her actions had been worse than the last time she had gotten drunk, and that had only been possible because I wasn't with her.

"Dj?" My mom pulls me from my thoughts. Her thick curly hair danced in the wind that had been pulling my braids back. It made me miss wearing my natural hair for a moment, until I realized it was too hot to have my hair out. I would have had to wash it continuously, and having braids were just convenient for me. Plus, I loved them.

"I'm sorry," I say. "Please trust me though, I have to go see Amber,"

"See Amber where?" My mothers eye pupils began to increase in size.

"She's in the hospital mother," I say.

At this point I knew she would have taken me up there just to see Amber and her parents to get an explanation of what happened to her. I knew she'd be upset with me for not telling her that Amber was in the hospital, but by the time we got there I knew Amber's parents would have told her where I was last night. They would have told her everything. I'd be in trouble either way, so I begin to spill everything to her myself, being careful to leave out the specific things about Jayon.

"What?" Her facial expression changes. "Dj, I don't understand, this all isn't making sense, what hospital is she in?"

"North Vista."

"How long has she been there?"

"Since yesterday,"

"This is ridiculous," she says angrily.

"Mom, please."

She pulls out her keys to the house as she walks to our front door, locking it quickly.

"Is Deon awake?" She asks.

"No," I lie. I knew he would want to come with us if he knew where we were going, and I just didn't feel like dealing with him.

She nods and makes her way back to the car, gesturing me to follow her.

"Are we going up there?" I ask opening the car door.

"Yes, Id like to make sure she's okay. I didn't even know she had been up there," she tells me. She opens her car door and closes it quickly, starting up the cars engine.

***
(Jayon's Point of View)

It had took everything in me not to go back to Dj's house. I missed her so much in just this short amount of time. I missed her smile, twirling in her braids, that retarded ass beanie she wore all the time, I just missed her.

I had to make a point though. She was going to keep sneaking me around her mother as long as she didn't notice, and I didn't want that for myself. I'm 17 years old, not 12. I wasn't gonna sit back and let that shit slide, no matter how much I cared about her.

Her phone had been dead I'm sure. There was no way for me to get in touch with her anyway, which was good and bad at the same time.

"Come on Daddy, dance with me," a voice caught my attention. My mind had came back to the scene I was currently in. Music had been bumping to the max, and there was plenty of half- naked females to pass around. One had fallen asleep on the ground right under my feet.

I didn't know why I was here. I knew this was the last place I should have been. This entire apartment was always packed, every day. Being in it made me think of Dj way to much. She was so mean to me that night, and I was so attracted to her by the way she acted. So shy, but so forceful at the same time. She was a beautiful mystery.

"Jayon please," the voice brushes against my ear in a whine. A small finger traces around my neck slowly. I make eye contact with her immediately, I didn't know who she was or so I thought I didn't. I had probably fucked her somewhere in my past. All I knew was that she wasn't Dj.

"Get off me," I say in attempt while moving away from her.

"Why? Don't you remember me?" She says, pushing her straight black hair behind her ear. Her smile had faded when she seen how irritated I had gotten with her.

The music seemed like it had gotten louder, I looked at her and shrugged. She was a pretty ass girl, but she didn't look any different from the others that were roaming the party.

"Jayon," she starts to laugh. "Amira Bradley. You took my virginity not that long ago,"

The word virgin makes me think of Dj, which ends up bringing a smile to my face.

"You remember me now?" She asks, her dark green eyes full of hope.

"Somewhat," I lie. I had no clue who this girl was, but if lying would get her to stop talking to me, then so be it.

"Come on, don't you remember how hard I made you cum?"

The intensity of how low her voice got when she whispered those words to me almost got me excited. I looked at her once more, squinting my eyes. They popped open when I realized who I was talking too.

This night was about to turn into something extremely regretful.