A/N: Alright, alright, my reads plummeted. I think its cause I'm doing to much with this story, and making new stories so, I'm just gunna stop with all the A/N's on this Book. Sorry, I'll get to business. I'm sorry.

Also, there will be inside jokes in this book, that only some people will understand from my other book, so yah.

Laylas POV

I blinked lightly, looking around. I didn't quite get that much sleep because Michael was having nightmares. He woke me up from my sleep, breathing hard, then went into a deep slumber smiling.

I wonder what all that was about.

I stirred around in the bed, and realized Michael wasn't in the bed next to me. I sat up quickly, and saw him sitting Indian style, watching the T.V Infront of him.

He was watching Dr. Phill; his favorite.

I crawled up from the side of the bed, and got near him. I kissed him tenderly on his cheek. "Good morning." I hummed.

From his side profile, he didn't even flinch. He had no expression. I took it up to myself to get off of the bed, and look at him directly.

He had small bags underneath his eyes, and the waterlines of his eyes were red. His hair was very tangled, and his nose looked irritated.

My baby has been crying.

I grabbed the side of his face, and looked into his eyes. "Hey, hey." I said softly. "What's wrong you little dork." I joked, trying to brighten the mood.

He moved his head away from my hand. Jesus, he is so stubborn, the most stubborn person you'll ever meet.

I laughed at this. "Babe, if I have to get a crowbar, and pry this info from you, I will." I told him.

A tear started to run down his cheek.

I gasped to myself and ran to him. He was laying flat on the bed so I sat on his stomach lightly; trying to to squish him. I put my hands on either side of his head, and looked down at him. "What's wrong!" I encouraged him to speak.

His lips slowly parted, before speaking. "I have to go." He said slowly, yet shakily.

I raised a brow. "Go where?" I sighed.

He sat up, but I was still in his lap. "On tour baby." He frowned. "I love to your, but its so emotionally draining sometimes. I'm just doing it for my fans; my 2nd family." He smiled wanly.

I smiled at him. "Baby, it's okay, I understand what I was signing up for when I looked into your eyes, and started dating you. Just like you did for me." I smiled, but internally I was shattered.

I have to be supportive, and not worry, because if Michael finds out?

He. Will. Cancel. That. Tour.

He smiled brightly. "You're so supportive baby. Thank you." He embraced me.

I looked at the bed frame as he hugged me back. "You're welcome." I said softly.

I pulled back, and looked at him, gulping. "Babe, I have news too." I said seriously.

He raised both of his brows. "Spill it." He smiled comfortingly; rubbing my arm.

I smiled back at him. "I'm getting my apartment. Me and my mom are moving in tonight." I conceded.

He had a blank expression, registering the information I just told him. "Alright, be safe, and I'll help you move your stuff form the hotel." He told me supportingly.

I smiled at him, getting off the bed. I grabbed the apple on the counter. Getting very hungry, I took a large bite of it, chewing quickly.

"When are you going on your tour baby?" I said with a mouth full of apples.

Michael gulped harshly. "Today."

I spit out my apples all over the table.

I shook my head, wanting to cry, but I was a strong woman. "What time do you leave?" I said in a low tone.

He got off his spot on the bed. "I'm leaving in about 12 hours, so like tonight at 9pm sharp." He said sadly, twiddling his finger. "I miss my fans baby."

I shook my head at him. "No, baby I get it!" I smiled brightly, but inside, I could feel myself deteriorating.

He rushed over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. "How long?" I muffled into his shirt.

He rested his head on my shoulder, rocking me back and fourth. "Six months." He said softly.

I could feel a sickness forming in my stomach, that's a long time. However, I didn't let that show on my face, because I want him to be worry free. "That's an awful long time." I sniffled ever so softly.

He rubbed my back, making circles with his fingertips. "Baby, I can still visit you, and call you, and love you. I can do that!" He told me, breathing hard.

I shook my head. "Baby, I know that. I know, but I just want you to have fun. You're fans need you." I sniffled, not holding back my tears anymore. He continued to rock me back and fourth. "Who knows, I might surprise visit you." I smiled, feeling the warm salty tears, stream down my cheeks.

He let go of me, holding my forearms."Lays you make everything positive. I promise I'll call you all the time." He smiled at me, blinking his tears away.

I smiled at him wanly. "Okay baby, but we don't have much time left." I perked up looking at my imaginary watch. "We have to have a great time before you start this tour!" I smiled, wiping the rest of my tears away, as did Michael.

He smiled back at me. "You're right." He mouthed.

I clapped my hands together. "Lets have a night on the town." I smiled, walking over to the dresser; picking up all the apple I spit out.

Michael ran out the closet, and walked in front of me. "Just us two right?" He smiled at me, raising both of his brows.

I smiled at him. "Just us two baby, just us!" I cheered, hopping up and down.

He winked at me. "Bet ya." He walked back into the closet finding something to wear.

I followed closely behind him, trying to find something to wear. I looked in my duffel bag and pulled out a black dress with two slits on the side. The top was body con, and it hugged my body perfectly. "Baby." I tapped his shoulder, he was bent over, looking at some shoes to wear, with a hand full of clothes. His booty is so cute.

He turned around looking at me up and down. "Yes, bae?" He smiled, sticking his tongue out.

I rolled my eyes. "That's a new word." I sighed looking at my dress. "I don't know what we're doing but is this too fancy?" I asked him looking down at my dress.

He scoffed. "Duh, babe. We're going to an amusement park, not a ball gown." He laughed.

I playfully pushed him. "Hush up punk ass, I didn't know we were even going to an amusement park." I laughed.

He grabbed his favorite shampoo. "Alright you little motherfucker, I'm going to shower." He waved.

I flicked him off quickly. "Save me some hot water fool." I laughed.

He flicked me off back; walking towards me again. "Babygirl, bring your ass in this shower." He laughed, putting a finger underneath my chin.

I pointed at him. "Innocence Michael, no tomfoolery, I've sinned enough yesterday." I laughed.

He rolled his eyes at me taking my hand, dragging me into the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah, come on."

He dragged me in and shut the door behind us.

Nancy's POV

I put my plate in the dishwasher, and proceeded to sit down on the couch with Ms.Katherine, and joseph.

They both looked at me, still eating their oatmeal, and watching The NBC morning special.

Katherine smiked at me. "Did you enjoy your breakfast Nancy?"

I smiled back at her. "It was delicious!" I nodded.

I put my hands in my lap and continued to watch T.V with them, I was quite nervous, but happy.

Me and layla were finnaly getting an apartment. Thats pretty damn good because these hotel bills are getting more expensive by the minute.

I stood up, Infront of Kathy, joseph, and all of Michael's siblings who were scattered all across the living room, and the kitchen.

I looked around, swallowing harshly. "Hey you guys, I have some news!" I smiled nervously.

Rebbie out down her toast, and looked at me. "What's up ms. N?" She smiled.

I smiled back. "I'm moving into an apartment today!" I smiled. "Me, layla, and the baby!" I giggled, rubbing my tummy.

Everyone smiled, squealed, and clapped at the news.

Ms. Katherine set down her empty bowl, and proceeded towards me. "Congratulations baby!" She embraced me, rocking me back and fourth.

When she lets go, Janet has a sad face, in front of me. "You better keep in contact and tell me that hair regimen girl." I smiled, pointing at me.

I laughed at her. "Always Jan, always." I raised both of my brows at everyone. "Y'all know you're always welcome right?" I laughed.

"Duh." Randy and Jermaine said in unison, which made everyone laugh.

With the he laughter dying down, Michael and Layla walked in, with towels in their heads.

Layla looked at me then smiled. "Good morning yall, where's Alaysia?" She asked looking around.

Layla's POV

Randy rolled his eyes. "Going on a date with Tito, and Red Lobster." He scoffed.

I sighed laughing. "How fancy is that?" I said sarcastically.

Latoya looked at her nails. "Very." She said dryly.

Michael laughed, taking his towel off his head, and shaking his damp curls. "They ,use every really hit it off last night." He ran his hand through his curls, biting his lip to suppress any other laughs.

How did I get so lucky with this gorgeous man. Jesus Christ. I put my index finger on my lip, sat down, and crossed my legs, admiring this mans beauty.

Michael walked over to his parents, greeting both of them. "Good morning mom." He kissed her check. "Hey pop." He said plainly.

He put down his coffee cup, waving at Michael, before resuming what he was watching.

Michael clasped his hands looking at all of us, I'm assuming he has news too.

He cleared his throat. "So, I have some news." He semi smiled, breathing in. "I'm going on tour again, the bad tour." He said quickly, but slow enough for all of us to hear.

Everyone let out sad, and frustrated sighs. "Damn bro, how long." Tito came up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Michael put his hands on the back of his neck. "6 months." He told them.

Katherine started to look upset, so she quickly rushed to the kitchen, putting her dishes in the sink, before coming back.

Everyone came around Michael, expressing how happy they were for him, and how he should have fun.

My mom walked over to me with a sad face. "You must be devastated, huh baby?" She rubbed my forearm.

I shook my head smiling; reassuring her. "No, I knew what I was up for when I started dating him." I giggled softly, taking the towel off my head and gently folding it.

I looked over at Michael, who was already pointing at me. "Well, me and Layla were going to have some alone time, go to an amusement park, get something to eat, and maybe look at her apartment?" He smiled, kind of asking me.

I nodded at him quickly, smiling, before he looked at his family. "I hope y'all understand why I need some alone time right?" He whispered, but I could hear everything.

Knock, knock knock.

Someone began to bang profusely at the door.

Me and Michael walked to get her, with everyone trailing behind us to see who it was.

When I opened the door, it was a post office man handing me a package. "Hello ma'am, there's a package in here for you. Is this your place of residence?" He looked down at his fancy gadget.

I shook my head. "No sir, I live in the Biscane Apartments; apartment 502." I stated.

He shook his head. "No worries ma'am, we will have all your other packages delivered to your new home, good day." He walked away quickly, leaving the package with me and Michael.

He looked familiar, I feel like I seen him in the store or something.

I picked up the box observing it, while Katherine closed the door. "Who's it from?" Janet asked.

I shook my head, turning it upside down. "Doesn't say." I pointed at Randy. "Ran, could you hand me that knife on the counter?" I asked politely.

He quickly obliged, and handed me the knife. Everyone watched in suspense, and I ripped the tape apart with the very sharp kitchen knife. With each noise I began to get more, and more nervous. Finally, I got it open. When I moved the 4 flaps out of the way, it revealed-

A dead rose.

Janet gasped, along with everyone else.

Marlon rolled his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Not this bullshit again."

I picked up the rose, crumpling it in my fingers, making it turn to dust. I was livid, and my whole being was boiling with revenge, and anger. My head began to pulsate, and my ha da were automatically brought into fists.

I bet this was Johnson, or my Dads doing. 100%

I cursed to myself, biting my lip. "This is my bulkshit, so let me handle it." I told everyone.

My eyes bulged twice its size, before realizing what's going on.

That bastard who gave me this flower, is part of the Ganja. I fucking knew he looked familiar.

My eyes bulged even bigger, and my mouth went agape. "I gave the little fuck my house address." I told Michael.

I slipped on my white sandals, and grabbed my keys to my apartment, along with some car keys. "Can I use who ever car this is?" I held up the keys quickly.

Janet raised her hand, letting me know these were hers. "Yeah sure, just don't crash the car." She smiled sympathetically.

Latoya got up from the couch. "Need back up?"

I shook my head. "If I'm not back in 45 minutes, please come." I smiled at all of them.

Michael put his hands on both of my shoulders. "I'll come with you babe." He said softly.

I raised both of my brows, sighing. "Well let's go, come on mom, and Mike." I ran out the door, feeling time pass by quickly.

I ran from the porch straight into the parking lot, I searched frantically, not knowing which car was Janet's. There were an array of sports cars, voltswagens, and vans.

But one stuck out me, the black one, with sparkles has to be Janet's.

As I walked towards it, Michael stopped me. "No, that's Randy's." He smiled softly.

He pointed at the red Corolla. "That's Janet's." He laughed lightly.

I ran quickly to this car, I got in on the left side, but there was no steering wheel.

Fuck America, what else do you guys do wrong.

I ran quickly around the car. I got it on the other side, and shut the door. My mom got in front, while Michael sat in the back. I thrusted my keys into the ignition, before speeding off leaving skid marks on the parking lot floor.

I sped off, quickly driving to my house, trying not to surpass the speed limit. I looked at my mirror, seeing Michael twiddle his fingers, looking out the window.

So precious.

"Baby? You got a piece? And lay low, you don't have a disguise on right now." I instructed.

He slid down his seat, looking down. Now his little double chin started to show. I could honestly die from his cuteness, but I have a destination to get to.

He grabbed his gun out his back pocket, checking if it's loaded. "Yeah." He grunted, putting the clip back in.

I put my eyes back on the road. "Mom are you alright?" I put my hand on her stomach. "And are you alright little bro/ sis." I smiled, speaking gibberish.

She sighed, smiling. "Yeah, we alright." She laughed.

I could see my apartment complex, luckily, ours was right in the front, so I parked on the street, underneath some trees.

I locked the car, and ran quickly to my door. Unlocked my door. I looked the place up and down, breathing heavily. Michael held his gun up, looking for a target. I tried to run to the kitchen, but I stumbled over something.

I rubbed my back, looking at this object. Another box.

This time, getting fustrated, it didn't even waste my time getting a knife. I opened the box, ripping the tape apart, letting all my frustrations go.

My mom and Michael looked at me, as I angrily ripped the rest of the box open. When it was fully opened, there was another dumbass, dead rose. I looked a little closer, and saw a note right. Besides it.

I picked it up shakily, wiping my tears on my face. Michael and my mom sat on the floor, comforting me, and running my hair as I read the note.

Michael kissed my head. "Go on."

I let in a shaky breath before reading the note.

I hope you like roses.
Thanks for taking mine.
- James Hendrix (Damien's Son)

A/N: So how do you guys like is chapter. Shits about to get real spicy, just watch. Oh yes, super spicy indeed.

QOTD: What's your ethnicity.

AOTD: Black. (Daddy from Africa, and my mom is black and her dad is from India) but I just like to identify as black, or African American since being black is a dominant trait.

I love y'all tho, I hope you enjoyed this bomb chapter, and I'm working on the next one right now cause y'all will be shook!

- Kenny 💘💘