Love In The Sky (A Weeknd FanFic)

The Fall

-This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 

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DISCLAIMER: This story contains adult activity, hard language, intense or persistent violence, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements.

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Simaya:

Late nights, early mornings. That's been my life for the past 3 years. Saturday nights have always been our busiest day at the club, even so that didn't stop me from making my weekly visit to my grandma. I had to place my grandmother in an assisting care facility. She has emphysema causing her to have sever breathing problems. As she got older I tried my best to take care of her but I couldn't do that and help pay for her private nurse. My job as dance instructor couldn't fit the bill so my best friend Amina introduced me to the game of stripping.

I can't complain about my lifestyle, taking off my clothes pays for my schooling, bills and the nurse my grandma needs. With all that I've managed to keep it a secret from her and some friends.

I finally got out of bed which was hugging my body so tight not wanting to let me go. It was 8am and I got home around 5am, I was basically running off a couple of hours of sleep. Half asleep I walked out of my bedroom into the kitchen to start up my coffee maker. I can hear the faint sound of steam while walking towards my balcony window. I opened the curtains to reveal the Toronto skyline. My loft was a little outside downtown but was sold me was the view, it was something out of a magazine.

Jumping out of the shower I hand dried my natural curls, the Puerto Rican side of me, my fathers side. Starting to apply light makeup trying not to look too tired I would always remind me of my mom. I was around 4 years old and I would watch her in awe do her makeup. My mom was Irish-Polish and looked completely different from me. She had fair skin, blonde hair and these big blue eyes like the sky.

I had little time with her, she passed away when I was 5 from an heroin overdose. My father passed a year later, after a crack head stabbed him for drugs. I was a daddy's girl and I remember crying for him every night.

Alone in NYC I ended up in foster care until my grandma fought to being me back to Toronto with her.

Getting dressed quickly I just put on some blue skinny jeans and a white fitted tee topping it off with some all white Jordan's. Rushing I took a sip from my hot coffee and just left it and made my way down to the garage to my car. I had a black BMW, luxuries from dancing. I sped off to meet my grandma.

Arriving to the facility I checked in with familiar faces.

"Hi Estelle." I said with a smile.

"Hi darling, looking beautiful as always dear."

"Your too kind, has grandma been giving any trouble?"

"Dear, your grandma is still giving others a hard time but she finally is accepting her diet of no sweets."

"She loves chocolate, I know she gets a bit grumpy when she doesn't get her sweets." I couldn't contain my smile because my grandma would refuse to eat their food because it wasn't her Puerto Rican cooking.

"Grumpy isn't the word." We laughed..

After my little convo with Estelle I made my way to my grandma's living room. She lived in an apartment with everything she needed and small enough where it was too much for her to walk with her oxygen tank.