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altogether. If that happened, it would be a done deal and my time would officially be up.

    As Supreme drove down the coastline seeming to be
in deep thought, I stared back at Aaliyah, who was
falling asleep. There was no denying that with each day,
she resembled her mother more and more. There was
also no disputing that as she was getting older and her
personality was making more of a breakthrough, she had
also inherited Precious' fire. Armed with her mother's
looks and personality, and her father's money, I knew for
a fact that once Aaliyah reached a certain age, she would
be a force to be reckoned with. I wasn't sure I wanted
to be around to witness that, unless of course I could
deliver her that little brother.
    "Supreme, we need to talk," I said, more determined
than ever to bring my thoughts to fruition.
    "What do we need to talk about?"
    "Us."
    "Us," he repeated, slightly laughing.
    "That sounded funny to you?" I was unable to hide
my annoyance. Supreme looked over at me, and then
turned his head back around, looking straight ahead.
    "Is this conversation you're trying to have with me
really necessary?"
    "I think so."
    "I think not," he replied matter-of-factly.
    "So what, you want to be roommates now, Supreme?
Is that it?"

    "Where are you going with this?"
    "No, the question is where are you going? We go
from leaving Beverly Hills to start fresh in Miami, to now
you treating me like we're strangers."
    "It was your idea to move to Miami."
    "True, but you weren't exactly fighting me on the
suggestion! As a matter of fact, you said you were ready
to leave the bullshit behind and try and regain your sanity.
You don't remember that?"
    "Of course I remember, but shit changed," he
mumbled.
    "Shit like what?" I demanded to know, raising my
voice.
    "Keep your voice down! Aaliyah is sleep!" he
demanded, in a loud whisper.
    I wanted to yell out that I didn't give a flying fuck
whether his golden child was sleep or not, this was about
me, but restrained myself. "Listen, I don't want to argue
with you. I care about you and I love Aaliyah. If you
don't want us to have that type of relationship no more,
then I'm cool with that. I'll stay in one of the guest
bedrooms and help you with Aaliyah until you find a full
time nanny."
    "Where will you go?"
    "Does it really matter? Isn't the point finally being
able to get rid of me?"
    "Maya, you know I care about what happens to
you.
    "I understand that, but you clearly have a lot of unresolved issues to work out, and I think the only way
you'll be able to do that is if I give you your space." I
was rambling on, saying some shit I figured would be in
a self-help book, knowing I didn't mean not one fucking
word. There was no way I was exiting that palatial crib
I was luxuriating in, no matter if I felt like a prisoner
or not. This was all game, and at the moment I had no
clue whether it was working in my favor or not. But fuck,
desperate times call for desperate measures. You have to
keep tossing shit out there until something sticks. And
with the curve balls I was throwing, trust me, no matter
how skilled Supreme was, he wouldn't be able to dodge
them all.

    During our flight to Philly, I basically slept the entire
time. Getting rest had become an afterthought for me
these last few months, and my body was now using any
opportunity it could get to reenergize. And the sleep did
do me some good, because instead going to the hotel, I
was ready to handle business.
    "How much longer until we get to the spot?" I asked
Nico as he drove down what seemed to be back roads.
    After our flight landed, he swooped up the rental car
and we were off and running. Actually, we did have one
interruption. Nico stopped and chatted with the chick,
CoCo for a few, promising he would make time to see
her, if only briefly before he left town. I could hear her
swearing it was about business, like she needed to clarify that for my benefit.

    "For the