-Aaliyah's POV-

It's officially been an hour since Eric and I broke up. I'm still in his crib packing my shit. I'm packing Dom's stuff too. I hate to keep my son away from his father but it is what it is. Eric hurt me so I decided to hurt him by taking Dominick. We both agreed to coparent anyway.

I didn't realize I had so much shit. I guess everything built up since 1990, when I first moved in with him. Like I said before, I knew this day would come. So it's cool. I can move on, it's going to take some time but I can do it.

I grabbed the phone and called my mom.

"Hello, mom? It's Aaliyah. Listen, please don't say I told you so. But Dominick and I are about to come over to spend a few nights with you and dad."

"Okay but what's wrong? What's going on?" she asked.

Tears ran down my face. Damn I hate crying. ESPECIALLY in front of my family.

"I just... I just need to spend some time with you. I can't do this anymore. But please don't say I told you so."

"Aaliyah baby calm down. Stop crying. What's the problem?" she asked.

"Me and Eric are over! Now I see what you and dad tried to warn me about a few years ago. He wants me out of his house. As of now, I have nowhere to go so I can stay with you for awhile?"

"Of course you can. Now I hate that this happened but I'm glad you finally see his true colors."

"Mama the reason why we broke up is because of me. It's me, I know it's me."

"You did nothing wrong sweetie. Just finish packing and leave that house as soon as possible. I don't want you near him anymore and if he hits you, let us know."

"Okay. I'll be there in a few hours."

I hung up and Eric approached me.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Why are you still here you? Man get out,"
he said.

"Let me finish packing my shit nigga! I'm about to leave your little playhouse. Now you can invite your broke ass groupies over so you can fuck them day and night."

"Yeah you right," he said while laughing.

Two hours later, I finally finished packing my things. Everything is boxed up and ready to go.

I hate that our relationship had to end like this, but it's 1995. It's time for me to move on with my life. Some things just aren't meant to be.

Before I left, I called my mom again.

"Hey I'm on my way now. I'm about to hail a taxi. I'll see you soon."

I looked back at Eric.

"Have a nice life," he said sarcastically.

"You shut the fuck up," I replied.