12). A night with Aubrey

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Delani's P.O.V

I have to admit that I'm pretty excited to hang out with Aubrey.

I feel like he's the only one I have left, even though we aren't close, we're still friends.....somewhat.

I walk to the table Aubrey said he was at and smiled when I saw him.

Wearing a wig and sunglasses.

I swear he's the funniest thing ever.

He notices me and smiles standing up, "Hey Lani." He says and hugs me.

I try to shake off the uncomfortable feeling I have and hug him back.

"Long time no see,"

"Yeah, how have you been?" I ask him.

"I've been good, life has been a little hectic for me. But nothing I can't handle." He shrugs.

"That's good." I say and look at his wig, he look ridiculous. "What's with the wig and glasses." I say laughing a bit.

"I need to stay low key. You know how it gets when fans spot me."

"Oh yeah," I say as I think about all the past experiences I've had with his fans. "They're crazy."

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"So you're probably wondering why I invited you out to have lunch with me all of a sudden."

"It may have crossed my mind." I shrug and eat some of my potatoes.

"Well, Abel told me what happened between you two. And also what happened to you."

I stop eating and look at him.

"What the hell. So Abel is just going around spreading not only our business but also mine."

"No it's not like that. I was pressuring him to tell me, I was worried about him."

"That's fucking bullshit!" I say a little too loudly.

The restaurant gets quiet and almost every head turns to our table.

I ignore the stares and continue to talk to Aubrey, "He has no right telling you what happened to me. He can tell you what happened between us because, that's all him. But what happened to me, I don't want people to know about that and--"

"Why?" Aubrey says cutting me off.

"Why, what?" I ask confused.

"Why don't you want people to know that you were sexually abused?" He asks with a sincere look on his face.

"I don't want people to pity me for one. And it's embarrassing to me."

"How so?" He asks resting his elbows on the table and letting his chin rest on his hands.

I really don't want to talk about this. It's not that I have a problem with telling Aubrey things. It's just I don't want to talk about how I feel all over again.

But then again, he's trying to be here and help me. So I can't just shut him out.

That's how I lost everyone.

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