Destined

33.

"So tell me, what's been going on. I feel like a whole month of my life was taken from me," Amber says, kicking her feet up on my sofa.

We had just gotten back home from the hospital. Our parents had already exchanged hugs and laughs while our brothers exchanged weird glances. I didn't understand why they had become so distant to each other in just a short amount of time.

"Girl," I shake my head. "Too much,"

"Like?" Amber presses, urging me to keep talking.

My mind goes back to 3 weeks ago, the time where I thought I had been in love. I laughed quietly at the thought. Then I began to think more, and my thoughts started to anger me.

"Fine, don't tell me now. But you gotta tell me later," Amber says, popping a grape into her mouth. It was funny she wanted to know what had been going on with me like I didn't explain it to her several times while she was in the hospital. I guess she just wanted to hear it physically as well.

"Amber," my tone gets quiet. "You have a lot to tell me too." It was true. She refused to tell me anything even after she knew that I knew she had gotten raped.

Amber looks at me, her smile non-existent. She swallows the grape whole and moves her legs back on to the couch.

"I don't," she shrugs.

"I know you probably don't wanna talk about it yet but-"

"DJ! I don't, alright! Leave it alone," she yells. Her mood had changed so sudden, but I knew this was deeper than I knew.

Amber remembered everything. From the moment she ended up at the hospital to the last moment we shared before she fell into a deep sleep. Her memory was something she had always held dear to her, it was the only thing she was able to control in her life with all the trauma she had been through.

"Don't yell at me. You'll have to tell me what the hell happened to you! I'm your best friend, and for you to keep something like this from me would show me how much you value our friendship," I tell her.

"Please. I don't wanna talk about that, not now," she says.

"Then when Amber?"

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "You never even found Derek like I thought you would,"

My eyes widen. "You didn't give me any information to go off of, just telling me to find someone takes more time than you think. I didn't know where to start, I didn't know where to go."

"If I was you Dj I would have traced every single area you last saw him. Or did that not cross your mind?"

"I'm sorry Amber. Really I am. My mind wasn't on the right things, my priorities were jacked up,"

"Yeah Deej. So jacked up you didn't once think about me or what I needed,"

"Now that's where you're wrong," I pause.
"I thought about you Amber, all the time,"

"Obviously not enough," Amber stands to her feet. She grabs the knob, yanking it open angrily. "Being in a deep sleep was probably the best thing for me," she says slamming the door behind her, leaving me sitting on the couch like the ass that I felt like. She was clearly going through something and it was understandable. I couldn't feel what she was feeling.

***

*Jayon's POV*

Music slammed against the walls of the small apartment like it always did. Another party, another body.

I had lost count of the amount of girls I'd fucked during the week. A party had always been scheduled in this same area since school had been out. It was sad, but it made everyone happy.

"Jayon, can we please leave?" A young girl's voice had brought me back to reality. I had been so high lately, it was crazy.

"No," I tell her.

"But why? I'm hungry. This party is giving me a headache,"

"Look. You're like 15, I don't even know you like that to leave with you. We had a small conversation and now you wanna leave with me? Didn't your parents teach you not to talk to strangers?"

"Yeah, but you're not a stranger," she licks her lips, pushing her small boobs on my arm.

"Again, you're 15," I roll my eyes, disgusted at how she was acting.

"Again, I'll be 16 in December,"

"Again, get the hell away from me," I take a blow from the joint I held.

She smacks her lips, standing up from the couch and walking away from me.

Fucking children was just something I couldn't do. Especially children that walked around waiting to get fucked by someone older.

"Enjoying yourself?" Amira asks me, almost shouting over the music.

"Why not?" I say, shrugging.

"As much as I hate to say this, I think you should see Dj," she tells me.

"Why are you bringing her up?"

"Because every since you guys have stopped talking you've been doing the most reckless shit. When we fucked it wasn't because you wanted to fuck me, it was because you wanted a distraction, and that's exactly what you've been doing. Fucking distractions at every party,"

"Fuck you," I spit. "I don't need a distraction. I fuck bitches because I can,"

"Right, you can. Not you want too,"

I look at Amira, her eyes glistened for a second. She was right though, I couldn't keep denying it. I missed Dj.

"I don't even know where she is," I say, throwing the blunt I held in an ashtray.

"Maybe you should start by looking...I don't know...her house?" Amira's sarcasms makes me grin.

"Shut up," I say getting up.

"Go get her Jay. I know she misses you too," she tells me.

"What if she doesn't?" My uncertainty with Dj was unpredictable. I didn't know what she wanted at this point. We hadn't spoke in weeks.

"Then you can move on and come to me," Amira laughs.

"Right," I shake my head. That wasn't going to happen, any time soon.

"Whatever," she makes a face.

"I'll be back," I say. "Make sure nothing...goes wrong,"

"I'll try," Amira guides me out of the crowded apartment. I could tell she was genuinely excited for me.

"Amira," I say turning around before leaving with a smirk plastered on my face.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for everything,"