Fiyza (COMPLETE)

July 10, 2005           (Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep) I reached over to my nightstand and shut my alarm off. I grunted a little as I sat up and scratched my head before adjusting my eyes to the sunlight that was peering into my window. My eyes were heavy, and my mind has been cloudy for quite some time now. I hadn’t spoken to Tyson in months and I miss my friend. I don’t have anyone to talk to anymore. I changed my phone number so that he couldn’t try and change my mind about leaving him alone. I meant what I said the last time we spoke, and I still mean it today. I managed to dodge his attempts of talking me this long by simply being unavailable. I skipped out on walking across the stage for my graduation just so I wouldn’t run into him. Nicole didn’t even acknowledge the fact that I was graduating. She told me that since I’m finished with that, I can spend more time with the business. Whatever. It’s time for me to move the f**k on. Tyson did what he was supposed to do, and he was the listening ear I needed to get through some terrible nights. But, now it’s time for me to do this s**t on my own. I stood up from my bed, walked over to my dresser and looked at the image that was staring back at me. I shook my head. I look like a damn monster. Last night did it for me. It was packed solid in here with new and old d***s alike. I admit, I do like the money but damn! Do their wives f**k them at all anymore?! Nicole and I had to team up last night and I can’t express enough how much I hate having to listen to her slurp on a man’s d**k near my ear proximity. s**t brings back memories. I looked at myself a little longer and concluded that I need a break from everything here. Hell, my p***y’s tired, my mouth is dry, and my ass can’t take no more beatings. With that thought, I grabbed my laptop off the dresser, looked up a few flights and destinations and booked me a two-week trip to Miami, Florida. I know she is going to be pissed and this may very well get me in some trouble, but I have to do this; I have to get away. Ty said I needed to go see different parts of the world and I think I’m ready to do just that. Nicole can handle s**t here. She said she was doing this before me so now, she can do it again. Before I could change my mind, I packed up my makeup, a few cute outfits, called for an uber and ran to get in the shower before she woke up. I did NOT feel like explaining all of this to her right now. She would never go for this. I quickly got dressed and made myself look presentable before writing a “see you later” note to Nicole. For some reason, I still feel obligated to tell her my whereabouts… in case she wants to care. I grabbed my things and jetted towards the door. I motioned for the driver to pop the trunk and he did. I quickly threw my bags in the trunk except for my purse which held my greendot card with all my money attached to it. The driver didn’t even attempt to help me but that’s just fine. That simply means that his tip is still mine. I closed the trunk door, opened the passenger side door, sat down, closed my eyes and took the breath that I was apparently holding all this time. This was my first trip outside of the city and I was nervous as hell. I didn’t know what to expect but I knew that this would give me some sort of relief from this s**t hole over here. At least I hope. I felt like someone was watching me and I couldn’t feel the car moving. I opened my eyes slowly and realized that we hadn’t moved at all from the house. I looked at the driver with a “what the f**k” look on my face and noticed that his eyes were not on my face but more focused on my chest. “The road is that way and I have a flight to catch. Can you go ahead and hurry this thing along?” I asked with a nice-nasty attitude. He smirked as he turned his attention to the street and put the car into gear. He didn’t say anything for much of the ride and I preferred it that way. I already had a lot on my mind, I didn’t feel up to doing much small-talk right now. Every now and then I would catch him looking at me from the corner of my eye and I would just ignore it. I know I’m a pretty b***h, and from the bulge in his pants, he clearly thought the same.  Just as I was getting used to the quiet ride, I heard him clear his throat. “So, you don’t do much talking huh?” He said with a smile on his face. I shook my head “no” and looked out the window. Now, I just said that I didn’t want to participate in no damn small talk. He chuckled and spoke again. “Well, beautiful, my name is Justice. Can I get yours?” “Justice, huh?” I managed to smile at his name. It was cute to me. Different. “I’m Fiyza.”