Gone Crazy (Chapter 5)

Justin jogged down the stairs and in the living room where Brandi and a little girl sat on the sofa. They both looked up to gaze at him. "Morning, daddy." Brandi greeted.

"Good morning, sweetie." he spoke, kissing her on the cheek. He locked eyes with the little blond girl and smiled sincerely. "Hey, Sam. I haven't seen you in a while. How you been?"

"I've been okay, Mister Timberlake. What about you?" he shrugged his shoulders and stood up.

"I don't even know. Too much drama nowadays." he spoke, entering the kitchen. There Aaliyah sat at the table, eating a plate of food. She lifted her head to gaze at him, instantly smiling.

"Good morning, baby. I cooked breakfast."

"Cool." he leaned in, pecking her on the lips. "How was your sleep?" he asked, grabbing a plate of food out of the oven and taking a seat beside her. "Mmm." he moaned, gazing at the items on his plate.

"My sleep was good. How about yours?" she stuffed some eggs in her mouth, and took a sip of her orange juice.

"It was great." he lied. "I enjoyed sleeping with you." he couldn't sleep after the incident last night. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Something told him that something drastic was going to happen to him or the one's that he loved, but he refused to think it. "Um...baby, I...I think maybe...we should go out of town or something." her eyebrows lifted up questionably.

"For..."

"JUST to spend some quality time together. I promised Brandi that I would take her to New York to buy her some jewelry at...Tiffany's."

"Wh...but...there's a Tiffany's down in Tampa. That's much closer to us. Why do we have to go ALLL the way to New York for some jewelry?" she stood up, shaking her head pathetically. "See...you spoil her too much. And to the LIMIT where she THINKS she can do whatever the HELL she wants to do." she spoke angrily. "Well that's NOT gonna happen with me." she froze, resting her hands on her hips in attitude.

"Baby...you don't even know WHY I'm doin' this. For once...would you STOP complaining and just DO AS I ASKED?! Thank you." he stood up and turned, exiting the kitchen.

"Excuse me?" hse followed behind him. "Do as you asked? Since WHEN did YOU HAVE CONTROL?! WHY DOES EVERY FUCKING THING HAVE TO DO WITH YOU?! IT'S EITHER YOUR WAY OR THE HIGHWAY!" she gripped his arm and turned him to face her. "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" she yelled.

He gazed at Brandi and Sam who sat there watching them closely. "Um...do you have to make a big scene in front of the kids? Can we take this to the room?" she rolled her eyes and brushed pass him, heading up the stairs. He followed her in the room and closed the door behind him. "What the HELL is wrong with you? You can't keep..."

"NO!" she yelled. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I mean...you NEVER use to be like this until the night that incident happened. Are you scared, Justin? Huh? Are you a FUCKING COWARD?! If not...you SURE AS HELL NOT PROVING ME WRONG!"

"LOOK..." he moved in closer to her, watching her back up against the wall. "DON'T YOU EVER...EVER CALL ME A COWARD AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?! HUH?!" she jumped, backing up against the wall. "DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! DON'T EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN, BECAUSE I'M NOT! I'M NOT A COWARD! I LOVE YOU, THAT'S ALL! YOU CAN'T PUNISH ME FOR LOVING YOU!" she could feel the tears building up in her system. She wanted to cry so badly, but she forced herself to hold it in. "Now...I'm sorry for yelling, but...I just had to put my point across. Don't hate me, but...love me." she sniffled as the tears poured down her cheeks.

"OH...god." she slid down the wall, crying to herself. "I'm...I'm sorry. I...didn't mean to...upset you." he kneeled down in front of her, and grasped her hand, pulling her closer to him.

"Look...I'm so sorry. Seriously. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just had to...let you know. I love you, baby, and I don't want anything happening to you. Please believe me. I...I would die without you."

"It's not that. I just...can't deal with the fact that...we're running away from some...high school ex. Why won't you just...go to the police and...and tell them what's happening? It's that easy."

"No. It's not that easy." he denied.

"And why? Why isn't it?" he licked his lips, thinking of something to say.

"Because..." he rubbed through his hair in frustration. "Because...we need proof that...she's harassing us. That's why." she shook her head pathetically, and looked away.

"I...I can't believe this. I can't believe this at all. What type of PROOF do we need? I don't know about you, but I am getting SICK and TIRED of her FUCKING WITH US! THE NEXT TIME SHE SHOW HER ASS HERE...I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL HER ASS MYSELF!" she yelled.

"Baby...you don't wanna do that. Trust me. How would you think Brandi would feel if she finds out her mother is in prison for life? She's gonna feel pretty damn bad. Now don't you think so? THINK about the consequences first. Don't do anything stu..."

"Shut up. Just...be quiet for once and STOP trying to act like the good person all the time. I HATE when you try to make me FEEL STUPID!" she stood up, and brushed pass him.

"Look..." he stood up. "I don't know WHAT THE HELL went wrong with us. I mean...we use to be THE perfect couple, now...everything is going upside down. We're fighting more than usual. Things are just NOT the same anymore."

"I see you've noticed." she entered the closet and grabbed a few clothes, tossing them to the floor. "Since you wanna start runnin' away from some harmless BITCH...then I'm gonna..."

"Hey..." he pointed to her as he approached her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he watched as she continued tossing clothes out of the closet.

"I'm gonna move into the guest house out back. I can't sleep  in the same house with YOU ANY LONGER! You're beginning to PISS me off with this whole "RUNNING AWAY FROM OLIVER" subject. If I hear it ANY LONGER I will personally KILL MYSELF!" she grabbed a duffle bag from underneath the bed and began throwing clothes in it.

"Um...Aaliyah...listen to me, and you LISTEN to me good. I can't keep taking this crap from you. Why do you keep doing this to me? Being stubborn is NOT going to make things better. Trust me. I WANNA make this work, but it won't if you don't try and help. Now are you gonna put your half in? Or do I have to suffer and work everything out by myself? You can't keep being selfish." she rolled her eyes and zipped her bag up, throwing it over her shoulder.

"No thanks. I'll be better off in the guest house." he watched her head towards the bedroom door.

"Wait...wait JUST a minute." he ran in front of her, blocking her path. "First off...you were complaining about me running away from my problems, NOW you're trying to run away from YOURS?! NO! It's NOT gonna work like that. If you expect for me to STAY and work out MY PROBLEMS then you're gonna do the same. Now I'm only trying to be fare here. So...put your things away, and...relax. I'm not letting you go ANYWHERE!" she placed her hand on her hip and looked away. "I'm serious, Aaliyah. You're staying your ass here."

"Ha." she laughed pathetically. "Says who?" she spoke with attitude.

"ME! I said so. Now...stop being a smart ass and PUT YOUR SHIT AWAY!" he yelled.

"Ugh." she turned and dropped her luggage by the bed. "Fine, but...I don't know who you think you're foolin'. Just to let you know one thing. You're not my FATHER AND YOU DON'T OWN ME! ALRIGHT?! THE ONLY PERSON THAT OWNS ME IS THE MAN UPSTAIRS! YOU GOT THAT?!" she hollered.

"Hmm. Maybe." he spoke, moving in closer to her.

"Don't toy with me, Justin. I'm seirous. Do you see a smile on my face?" he shook his head and bit the bottom of his lip teasingly.

"Of coarse not." he slowly leaned in, meeting lips with hers. "Mmm." he groaned deeply, moving in a little more closer to her and placing his hand on her cheek as the kiss got more intense. "I may not be your father, but...I sure as hell can MAKE you call me that." he spoke between her lips.

"Mmm." they caressed tongues delicately. "I hate you." she breathed between his lips.

"Damn. I hate you more." he spoke, helping her on bed and climbing on top of her.
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"Mmmm ohhh yesss. Justinnnn." Aaliyah moaned softly as she enjoyed the pleasure he gave her.

"Ohh." he groaned deeply. "Who's your daddy?" he groaned by her ear.

"Uhhh you are." she whimpered.

"Say it. Call me daddy." he spoke unevenly as he began to pick up his pace.

"OH GODDD! DADDYYY!! Mmmm you're my daddy." she moaned. He leaned in, kissing her on the lips.

"I love you, baby girl." he spoke softly, pulling away to gaze in her eyes.

"I love you too." she responded with a tear in her eye. They sure did know how to make up when the time was right.

Chapter 6

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