Chapter 96 - Aspen

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes & themes of violence and bullying.

Sadé's POV:

— Friday The 13th

It was early in the morning, and Hailie and I were on our way to the airport driven by Drew. We were both super excited to be on our way to Aspen for our girls trip this winter. I have been going every year as a tradition with the girls for the past five to six years, but Hailie had never been to Aspen before.

I had decided to invite Hailie with me because I remembered how she told me about wanting to travel more during one of our many conversations. She confided in me, saying how she wished she got to see the world more with people she trusted and could have fun with - How she could go on more girls trips, not just vacations with Evan despite them always having a good time. She wanted that sisterhood and bonding experience that she would see me having, but never really had it with the friends she had for reasons that were justified. So I brought her along with me this time around since I do travel often and because we're like sisters. I trusted her and she trusted me. The other girls also didn't have an issue with her tagging along so it was no issues at all. They were all actually somewhat excited to meet her and have a new girl enter the group that's been tight knit for years.

We boarded the jet at ten in the morning, being greeted with mimosas and breakfast by flight attendants. I was also vlogging the entire trip from start to finish to post to my YouTube channel soon. So I started filming a few things while we were on the flight. Hailie didn't mind at all, and encouraged me to film. She had been on my channel a few times because we had done about three collabs together so it wasn't anything new.

We talked about our excitement, who we got for our secret Santa's, what we bought them, and other random things here and there. It was a rather long flight and because we had to make a stop to pick up Jordyn in Chicago, it added an hour to our travel time. So we kept ourselves busy by recording, drinking mimosas, and singing Britney Spears. We were having a great time, laughing, smiling, and cherishing every little moment. The trip had already started and we hadn't even touched down yet!

— Aspen, Colorado, 2PM

After an almost seven hour flight, we had landed in snowy Aspen and arrived at our destination. We all rent out a huge vacation home every year from some old, rich, white man. I don't even remember how we came across him or why he offered us his home, but it worked out in the end; And ever since then we've been renting out his vacation home for our Aspen trips.

Some of the girls were already there when we walked through the door. Currently, it was me, Jo, Hailie, Bama, and Megan. We were still waiting for Latto, Nella, and Corinna to arrive. Nella actually lives in the United Kingdom so she had been on a flight for over twenty four hours. We don't see her often for this reason, but she always makes sure to find time for our many girls trips. We all hugged each other, happy to finally see one another after what felt like a lifetime because of our busy schedules and changing lifestyles.

We decided not to do any activities until all of the group were here; We didn't want to exclude anyone or have anyone feeling left out. In the meantime, we picked out our bedrooms, settled in, and unpacked everything for the weekend. Once I was done putting everything away and picking out an outfit for tonight's dinner and swimsuit for the late night swim in the hottub, I joined the other girls who were outside taking pictures for their instagrams.

I had already posted on my instagram story earlier today, but nothing on my actual feed. So I took some solo pictures before taking a group picture with all of the ladies. I then took some pictures with Bama that we both would be posting as well. We were wearing matching outfits in different colorways that we had planned out before hand. We do this from time to time, matching our clothes because we're both into fashion. Plus, it's just a fun little thing that we do as besties. We wore a black one piece, a warm fur coat, and a matching fur earmuff hats. Mines was grey, paired with black combat boots; And hers was white, paired with white fur boots. Meg took our pictures for us while we posed.

—

We all lounged for a bit waiting until everyone arrived. By the late evening, everyone was here, which meant it was time to turn up and begin our yearly Aspen festivities! We all spent the next few hours, getting ready for dinner. I kept it classy and cute, dressing myself in an all white ensemble to match the winter wonderland that was currently upon us outside. I had changed into a fuzzy white dress with a matching long fuzzy trench coat that was also white. I slipped some clear heels on my feet, wearing accents of silver jewelry. As you can see, the current trend of the season was anything with fur for the winter, and of course I was the one to start it when my post of me wearing fur went viral a few days ago, which ultimately lead to many others wearing all things fur, warm, and cozy related.

For our first night out on our girls trip, we went out to dinner at one of our favorite spots. We all got caught up on things happening in our lives, gossiped like crazy, laughed, and had a few glasses of wine with our meal.

We then continued the good vibes at the house as we blasted music, enjoying our time in the hot tub while it snowed outside. We all were chasing shots of Casamigos, Hennessy, whip shots, and overall having a blast. It was like a grown up girls sleepover! We eventually all ended up stumbling to our rooms before we inevitably passed out.

— Saturday, The Next Day

I woke up this morning feeling fantastic. We had a lot of things that we were going to do today that I was excited for, like snowboarding. Yesterday, we didn't really do much of anything because it was a traveling day, but now that everyone was here and well rested after all the jet lag, it was truly when the party started. Hence why we all drank mimosas first thing in the morning as soon as we all woke up. It was five o'clock somewhere so it was never too early for a drink...

Chile so anyways, the private chef that we had hired cooked up a grand breakfast. It consisted of mimosas, sausages, fried chicken, regular waffles, strawberry shortcake waffles, shrimp & grits, scrambled eggs, French toast, breakfast potatoes, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice. He really outdid himself with this one. The spread was so good and tasty!

We all sat down around the table, talking amongst ourselves as we ate. I was sat next to Halie and Latto, who I was conversing with.

"So, it's Hailie Jade right?" Latto asked Hailie her name.

They had never met before until yesterday, but didn't really have a chance to get to know each other much.

"Yup." Hailie confirmed with the nod of her head.

"That's a cute name. How do you know Sadé?" She curiously wondered.

"Oh, I'm Eminem's daughter." Hailie awkwardly replied.

"Oh, that's what's up. But I meant like how did you become friends." She clarified in her Atlanta accent.

Latto wasn't one who cared a lot about reputations. She could genuinely care less about who you were related to, who you knew in the industry, or how famous you were. If you were cool, you were cool. And if you weren't, then you were going to be kicked to the curb. I mean, we all seen how she did her idol, Nicki Minaj... Latto wasn't one to impress.

"I'm actually a fan of hers..." She admitted shyly, "I asked her to be a guest star cohost on my podcast and she agreed. We hit it off and have been friends ever since."

"Mhmm. Okay. That's cool as hell." She nodded her head, seemingly liking Hailie.

"How about you? How did you guys meet?" Hailie was now the one to wonder.

"It was a few years ago at some basketball game." Latto answered.

"Yup, it was the Lakers versus the Bulls in LA." I recalled the memory of when I first met her.

It was three years ago. I was 18 and Latto was 22. She had attended the game with floor seats to cheer on the Lakers while I was actually invited by someone, my ex, to support the Bulls. That's actually how me and him met as well, but that's besides the point. We were sat right next to each other and I was still as shy as I am now, but I saw her outfit and couldn't help myself from complimenting her on it. That led to us talking throughout the game and exchanging numbers and we've been friends ever since.

"Basketball games seem to be a thing for her." Bama cut in the conversation with a fake cough.

I shot her a glare, causing her to crack up. She knows that I met my ex at a basketball game, met Latto at a basketball game, and also went to the same basketball game that lead to me and Marshall getting closer to each other, causing us to ultimately date... So maybe she was right. Maybe basketball games were a running theme with me, but she was trying to be funny.

"You think you funny, huh?" I kept a straight face as I glared at Bama.

"I ain't even say anything. I don't know what you're talking about." Bama turned around, continuing to eat her food as if nothing happened.

"Huh?" Hailie asked confused, not understanding the inside joke.

"Nothing." I quickly replied, face palming myself in embarrassment.

I swear, I'm never going to another game at this rate. Ever.

— A Little While Later

We had just arrived at the ski and snowboarding lodge, putting on our gear. We all had to dress super warm since it was an outdoor activity and it was below freezing temperatures and snowing despite it being completely sunny out.

I took some pictures of us all with my vlogging camera. I wanted to capture some memories that we wouldn't share with the world, but with each other. Memories that we'd be able to keep for a lifetime and look back on when we're all old and showing our children our younger years. That's what I lived for: For the memories that life provides us with. Those moments that are simply unforgettable.

After that, I did decide to start recording for my vlog, however. I flipped the camera to myself, holding it up with the mini handheld tripod I had.

"Hey, my little sweethearts!" I waved at the camera happily, "So today we're skiing and snowboarding as you can see by the excessive gear." I giggled.

"Hey, YouTube!" Nella yelled into the camera, also holding hers up as she vlogged for her YouTube channel as well.

"Are you guys ready to watch us bust our shit? We're about to make a bloody embarrassment of ourselves." She commented in her British accent, causing me to snicker.

"What do you guys say when something is going to be crazy again?"

"Bonkers."

"IT'S GOING TO BE ABSOLUTELY BONKERS!" I tried in my best British accent, but it was terrible.

"Oh my god, don't ever do that again." Nella playfully scolded me.

"It wasn't that bad." I defended myself.

"Sadé, you must be honest with yourself."

"And my honest opinion is that it was great." I gave a knowing look to the camera.

"AHAHAH. NAH, YOU'RE DELUSIONAL. If you think that was great, then I have the fattest ass America has ever seen." She turned around wiggling her rather flattened butt to the camera as I recorded her.

I cracked up laughing at her antics before turning the camera off. I did get a few more videos of the trip throughout the day, but I was mainly focused on being present in the moment and not working. It was just something I did on the side. We were having a blast though. Yes, we were falling on our asses, face planting the ground, and tumbling down the snow covered hills, but it was all in good faith.

Hailie's POV:

— At Club Escobar, 11:41PM

Tonight, me and all the girls had decided to hit up Club Escobar for our night out on the town. Aspen was quite lowkey despite it being a popular city in the winter time for many reasons. A lot of the girls were either wearing the color white or beige to match the aesthetics of the weather so I did as well. I wore a casual beige button up dress that had a belt around it, beige boots, and a pair of black and white sunglasses. I paired it with a regular black leather jacket and some baby hoop earring and a matching gold ring & bracelet. Sadé ended up dressing herself in this really minimal white outfit, but added a pop of color to it with her pink heels, glasses, and purse. She always knew how to dress herself and it was so cool to be able to watch her do it in person. I know we're best friends now and are so close, but she still amazes me and inspires me to this day - She's still my idol regardless of how long I've personally known her, which has been about half a year now.

Anyway, Sadé and I ended up taking a cute little picture together to send to Dad. He was happy for me to go on vacation with Sadé and her friends, and didn't mind at all. He's usually so worryful of who I make friends with and let into my life because of his fame and because people know that I'm his daughter. He doesn't want people to use me or take advantage of me in hopes that I'll introduce them to him and something magical will happen. I've had that happen to me a few times before with girls who I called my friend, but were only fake friends and with my ex before I met Evan. He's just an overprotective dad like that. However, with Sadé he wasn't like that at all. He really trusted her and knew that she genuinely cared about me and loved me like the rest of her friends, honestly like a sister; So he wished us well and told us both to enjoy our trip for the holidays, and to look after each other and keep one another safe. So I sent him the picture to show him that we were in fact having fun and were safe.

The rest of the girls were nice to me as well. They welcomed me into their tight knit friend group with open arms, love, and kindness. They all took the time out to get to know me one on one and even on a deeper level - On a more genuine level. Now, I had my own set of friends that we deemed as our girl group, but now that I've been welcomed into this one, I've come to realise that it's very different. Me and my girls were all close with one another and we all hung out, but it was merely just that. I never truly got deep with them. It was mostly good vibes and living in the moment with them, but with Sadé and her friends it felt like they were all a sisterhood. They never judged each other like my friends secretly did to one another. You could tell that they were going to be friends for the rest of their lives unlike mines who could possibly never talk to each other again at any given moment over something so silly and immature. They were authentic and real, and I liked that. I never built a bond so close with other women before like I have with Sadé and now with her friends too.

Megan was one of the girls that I hit it off with the most out of all of them. She was so sweet, outspoken, and had this southern charm to her seeing as she was from Texas. I had knew of her beforehand because she made music that I listened to from time to time, but I didn't come in with any expectations of what she'd actually be like in person. I'm glad that I didn't though because it allowed us to have some great conversations that I'd definitely cherish for a long time to come.

We had been at the club for about an hour at this point. We had our own VIP section that overlooked the crowd of dancing bodies with security watching over us, making sure we were all safe. We had bottles being delivered to us as soon as we finished one, and appetizers being served. The DJ was playing a mix of early 2000s music as well as some modern hits. All of us were taking turns drinking from the bottles, taking shots, and singing along to the lyrics. Some of the girls were dancing while others were chitchatting, easing into the vibes. It was a really laid back night where we all were enjoying the atmosphere.

Even I was enjoying myself, living it up, unlike I normally would. I'm usually such an uptight and reserved person, but I felt comfortable and wanted to unwind. I had taken quite a few shots and drunk a small cocktail so it was no surprise when I had the demanding urge to go pee. Every girl knew to never attend the bathroom alone or anywhere in the club for that matter. I tapped Megan on the arm, asking her if she'd tag along with me. Without any hesitation, she agreed and walked with me to the bathroom that was located outside of the section. I did my business, washing my hand afterwards while she waited for me outside of the stall. When we were done, we made a pit stop at the bar for some long islands for the two of us to sip on.

While we were waiting for our drinks, two other girls came up to my side to order as well. I paid them no mind, but noticed how obnoxiously loud they were. They were so loud that I was able to make out every word of their conversation. They seemed to have been talking crap about someone, and from the sounds of it, they couldn't stand her. They were talking about how she thinks she's all that, is only successful because of her dad, has daddy's money, and is a nepo baby. Honestly, it sounded like they were jealous of her, but that was none of my business. I had managed to tune them out a little bit to listen to the music when something they said caught my attention, making my heart sink:

"Yea, and that little podcast of hers aint shit either. That shit is whack as fuck." One of them said, followed by a snicker from the both of them.

That right there told me everything I needed to know: I was the topic of the discussion, and I was the one being talked about. The things they continued to say about me were so mean and hurtful. How could someone be so unkind about a person they never even met? I looked over my shoulder, taking a quick glance at these girls, and I didn't even know them. I've never even seen them once yet they had so many bad things to say about my character.

It really hurt my feelings and put a damper on my mood. I didn't say anything and tried my best to ignore it. Honestly, I was too scared to say anything or to defend myself. I didn't want to start any unnecessary drama or come off as a mean girl so I kept my mouth shut. Megan didn't even know any of this was happening because she was on the opposite side of the girls. Megan was stood to my left while they were stood to my right so she hadn't heard a thing.

They kept talking bad about me the entire time until we had gotten our drinks. At one point I think I even heard on of the girls say something about how "It's on sight" when they see her. I don't know who they were referring to there, but I knew it wasn't me because they also said it was because she was talking shit about her man on social media which I know for a fact that I didn't do. So apparently they didn't like that girl solely for that reason and wanted to fight her.

The second I grabbed my drink, I felt a sharp pain coming from my scalp. I immediately dropped my drink by accident as my hand flew to my ponytail that had just been tugged. I let out a shocked and hurt gasp as my drink spilled all over me, shattering as it hit the ground.

"Ouch!" I let out as tears suddenly welled in my eyes.

God, this is humiliating. Eyes had shifted over in my direction to see what all the comotion was about. I wanted to shrink and hide away. Tears slipped down my face as I tried to gather my composure as to not feel any more ashamed of myself. All of the noise from the glass cup shattering to me letting out a whimper caught Megan's attention. She spun around in her heels, facing me as she took everything in.

"Oh my god! Are you okay, Hailie?!" She asked me full of concern.

"I- " I started to say before being interrupted by the sound of laughing.

While she was taking napkins from the bar to dry me off, the disgusting laughs from the other girls could be heard loud and clear as day. Such assholes, I thought to myself.

"Aye, y'all had something to do with this?" Megan walked around me, getting face to face with the other two girls.

"No. It was an accident." They both said in unison, obviously lying.

"Well then you better stop laughing because aint shit funny. 'Better cut all that mean girl shit out before shit get hefty." Megan defended me without even knowing she was doing so.

She was looking them right in the eyes as she said so. They didn't say anything except for roll their eyes as they turned their heads in the opposite direction.

"Jealous ass hoes. Hating ass bitches." She cussed them out as she grabbed my hand, walking us away from the altercation. She had asked me if they did it on purpose or were bullying me, but I said nothing. I was too upset, and quite frankly I was too humiliated. My clothes were soaked, my face was beet red, I had dried tears staining parts of my face, and people were still whispering about what they had just seen.

Sadé's POV:

— Meanwhile In The Private Section

I was sat on one of the many couches in the private section, snacking on the french fries that they had set out for us. I had just finished dancing with Corrina and my feet were hurting. I decided to take a break and drink a bottle of water and chill out. I was quietly sat alone, looking over the club when Meg and Hai came back from the bathroom. The first thing I noticed was how drenched Hailie's clothes were from a spilled drink that stained her upper outfit. Confused, I looked at her face and she looked pissed. Her and Marshall literally make the exact same facial expressions so I recognized the look on her face without a second guess. I waited for her to get closer to me before asking the obvious question.

"What's wrong? And why are you wet?" I cautiously ask her as she sits right next to me on the couch & Meg remains standing in front of the two of us.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I accidently spilled my drink." Hailie answered in a small, dismissive tone.

"Hailie, don't lie. You better tell her what happened before I do." Megan said matter of factly.

I looked from Megan to Hailie still confused on what the hell was going on and what all of this was about.

"Nothing. It's not that serious. I don't want it to seem like I'm the new girl causing drama." Hailie sighed somberly.

"What drama?" I knitted my brows together questionably.

"Noth- " Hailie started, but was cut off by Megan.

"These two jealous ass hoes thought it was funny that they accidently made her spill her drink, but I think they probably did that shit on purpose." Megan spilled the beans.

I scrunched my face up in disapproval. I felt myself sober up enough once I heard that bullshit. There was clearly more to the story because if was an accident then why were they laughing instead of apologizing? And why was Hailie lying? Also, what the FUCK is the drama she's talking about if she spilled it on herself? See, now I was getting pissed. If those two girls did something to Hailie on purpose, it was about to go up.

I silently shifted my entire body to face Hailie as I just gave her a blank face. I didn't say a word. I was going to wait for her to tell me exactly what happened. She nervously looked away from me, not able to handle the heat. I didn't care though. SOMEBODY was going to tell me what happened, and it seemed like she was the only one who knew.

"So you just not gonna tell me what happened?"

"Nothing, happened!" She let out in frustration, "It doesn't matter! Just let it go. Please."

"No. If they did something to you then speak up. I don't like bullies or mean girls." I argued back, getting upset.

"Okay, fine. They were talking crap about me, saying how I was a nepo baby, am only successful & have money because of my dad, and how I'm basically a nobody, and I should give up my podcast because it sucks." She ranted angrily.

"And you're wet because?"

"Because... Because they yanked my ponytail and I accidently dropped my drink when my hand went to my hair." She mumbled lowly.

OH HELL NO. You see, I'm a nice girl. I'm a sweetheart. I don't like violence and I hate bullies. However, when you fuck with the people I care about - The people I love - all of that sweet shit goes out the window. I'm not a fighter by any means. I'm a lover, but if loving means I have to fight, then I'll do it. I don't care who you are, what you are, what you do, or what you got. You can mess with me all you want, I don't care. I've been bullied enough throughout my whole life that I'm practically immune to it. But when you mess with my family or friends though - Be prepared because I don't take those kinds of things lightly. I'll cuss you out with class and grace all day long if I have to, but as soon as you put your hands on one of them, I'm not being classy. I'm beating your ass.

So I kept listening to what she was telling me. How she didn't want to start anything, how her feelings were hurt, and how embarrassing all this was for her. The more she spoke the more angry I became because what the actual fuck. All while she was explaining herself, I was eyeing the crowd by the bar. I was looking for any two girls that looked suspicious even in the slightest. It wasn't much use though because there was so many people that I could barely make out anybody.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, Hailie. I really am, and I truly hope you feel better. I don't mean to be rude and interrupt you, but what was she wearing?" I ask her slyly.

"Sadé, no. You don't have to talk to her. It's not that serious." She pleaded with me.

Little did she know, I wasn't going to talk to her. I was about to whoop her ass.

"Girl, a dark brown one piece like yours and a light brown puffer jacket. She got a lil auburn wig on too." Megan once again said.

"Race?"

"She looked hispanic to me." She added on to her previous statement.

"Bet." I gave a one worded answer.

"Oh my gosh. Sadé, you're going to get in trouble." Hailie tried to stop me.

"Girl, fuck that shit. I don't give a fuck. Ain't nobody about to touch someone I love and think they about to get away with it." I wave her off, ignoring everything she said to me.

I start taking my jewelry off, placing it all on the table. This catches Alabama's attention and she starts to do the same as me.

"Who we fighting?" She casually asks me as she hands me a hair tie to put my hair up in before putting her own in a low bun.

Notice how she said WE and not me. We have each other's backs like that. Alabama and I are a dynamic duo. If you have a problem with one of us, you have a problem with both of us. If you hurt one of us, then you hurt the both of us. And if you try to fight one of us, then prepare to get tag teamed because that's exactly what's about to happen. We don't just sit back and watch. We defend one another because that's what real friends do. And that's why I'm defending Hailie.

Not because that's by boyfriends daughter, but because she's my friend - A real friend. I'd defend her from anybody just like I would Alabama.

I get ready to leave the section when one of the security guards steps in front of the entrance, blocking me from leaving the section.

"Please, move. What are you doing?" I roll my eyes as I cross my arms.

"Miss Myers, it is my job that I protect you from all dangerous threats at all times. I can't let you out of my sight or allow you to go down there." Josh, my head security, said as he cleared his throat.

I looked him up and down. He was huge. Well over six feet, body builder type muscles, and serious. I knew if I tried go around him, he'd just snatch me up. So I said the first thing that came to mind:

"If you know what's best for your payroll, you'll leave me the fuck alone." I said in an innocent voice yet condescending smile.

He stared at me for a few seconds trying to see of I was serious or would sit back down. When I didn't budge, he took the hint and moved out the way. I told him thank you before I went to the bar, Alabama walking close behind me.

Another thing that really upset me that I know I shouldn't be mad about was how Hailie didn't defend herself. I know she's a nice girl and more reserved like myself, but I thought she'd say something at least. I didn't think she'd let these type of things slide, especially considering who raised her. I know that Marshall doesn't like misbehavior from the tiny amount of information he's shared with me about how he raised his girls, but he also didn't raise them to be walked all over. He was bullied as a child as well, also hating bullies so I know for a FACT that he taught them to always stand up for themselves.

That was the least of my concern at the moment though because we had made it to the bar and I was on ten. I peeked my head around until I found exactly who I was looking for. I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't say I was surprised by who was behind all of this because I already figured that I would have beef with this girl after all the BlueFace drama. It's just that I didn't expect to see her here out of all places.

I was looking at Jaidyn Alexis. Blue Face's baby moms. Hmph.

She hadn't seen me as she was too busy talking to the other girl who played a part in this. I ordered a bottle of Don Julio 1942. As soon as I got the bottle, I opened the top, walking over to Jaidyn, seeing nothing but red.

This girl had been all up in my DMs about how she wanted to fight me on sight, and all this other stuff that I didn't care to pay attention to. She was tagging me on twitter, making lives about me, all of it. Quite frankly, I don't know why she's mad at me. I didn't say anything bad about her. I said something about her baby daddy, who was in my DMs, hitting on me. Not the other way around. So why she was mad at me, saying I wanted him is beyond me. Truth be be told, I'd rather kiss a homeless man before I even hold Blue's hand. Please, she was clearly mad and bitter that her man wanted me.

"Excuse me." I yelled over the music, getting her attention to look me in my face.

When she realized who I was she gave me a nasty look, which I ignored.

"Do we have a problem? Because there's no reason for you to be attacking my friends because you have beef with me." I got straight to the point.

"Yea. She doesn't like you." One of her friends with red hair said.

"Bitch, I wasn't talking to you. I asked her. I said do we have a problem?" I repeated myself, getting more irritated by the second.

"Yea. You talk a lot of shit online, but can't back it up in person."

"Yea?" I asked for confirmation.

"Yea. So now I wanna fight." She said walking towards me, but I stood my ground.

Our faces were inches away from each other, but I didn't flinch. She was way bigger than me, a few inches taller, and I didn't care. I wasn't scared of her.

"You wanna fight me?" I looked her in her brown eyes.

"Ain't that what I said?" She popped an attitude, popping her gum in my face.

I wasn't repeating all of her questions because I was stalling for time. I was asking because I wanted her to make sure that this is what she really wanted. Her popping her nasty ass gum in my face that was in her nasty ass mouth set me off though. She didn't see the bottle that I had in my hand because she simply wasn't paying attention. She couldn't even use the excuse that she couldn't see it due to the dark because the bar area was lit up enough to see exactly what I was holding. She was simply ignorant to the situation.

I didn't respond to her saractic question. Instead, I lifted my arm, hovered my hand over her head, and tipped the bottle upside down. I looked her dead in her eyes that had widened in pure shock as the liquor was dumped onto her head. The events that took place all happened in a blur, everything moving in fast motion.

She let out a shriek as her clothes became drenched. Her friend tried to hit me while I wasn't paying attention, but Bama was always on timing. She pushed the girl out of the way before her fist could connect with my face, making her slip on the 1942 that was spilled all over the floor now. All I saw was Bama getting low, climbing on top of her, and began delivering punch after punch to her face. I quickly averted my gaze to Jaidyn who had finally realized what was happening. Before she could hit me, I hit her, already knowing that it was going down. So I clocked her in the head with the bottle since it was already in my hand, causing it to shatter everywhere.

I hear a lot of "Ooo's" and notice a few flashes from peoples phone. In the back of my mind, I knew they were recording, but it didn't dawn on me how bad that could actually be for me in the long run. So I continue to fight Jaidyn, pulling her hair so that she can bend over and be the same height as me. As soon as she was low enough I held her head in place by the hair, punching her in the face. We keep on tussling with each other until I slip on the liquor as well, taking her down with me. I stumble to the ground letting go of her hair for a moment. That split second allowed her to be able to gain control over me in the fight. I was on my back while she was on top of me. I tried to get her off of me, but she was too heavy. So I stopped trying and simply started punching her while she was on top of me instead, but the thing is that she was able to get hits in too.

Not even a few seconds had passed since I was on the floor and I already heard security rushing towards me with the girls close on their tails. Two of the security were holding back all the girls from intervening while one of them is holding back Jordyn who is screaming at them to get this bitch off of me instead of holding her back. Another one comes and pulls Jaidyn off of me so that she can't hit me again. As soon as she's off of me I get up. Out of the corner of my eye I see Bama, who was whooping that other bitches ass. I held a smirk on my face, but it was unfortunately short lived.

Because once again when I'm not looking, this big bully just can't help herself, and had to pick on Hailie. Hailie lets out a horrid scream as Jaidyn had managed to escape security and make her way over to her. Although Hailie was surrounded by my security, Jaidyn had climbed on one of the tables, grabbed Hai by her hair, and wasn't letting go. She was trying to yank her away from the security protecting her, but they weren't allowing it. And as long as they're on my payroll, and I'm cutting their checks, they better not let her get to her or they'll all be fired. It was becoming more and more apparent to me that Hailie had never been in a fight in her life. She looked terrified.

Jordyn was also trying to break up the fight along with the security, but it had gotten totally out of hand now. It was becoming a brawl. It was my girls versus Jaidyn's girls, and security was running around trying to calm the situation, but it just wasn't enough of them. The crowd had started to recognize all of us, started taking videos, yelling things, and it was getting very hectic very quickly.

I had my eye focused on making sure Hailie was straight though since Bama was able to hold her own weight. Hailie couldn't so I had to fight for her, which wasn't an issue with me at all. So I ran over to where they were, dragging Jaidyn by her legs, making her fell off the table. She inevitably let go Hailie's hair like I knew she would. The table broke and we both started throwing hands again. I mean, seriously, what was she thinking putting her hands on Hailie AGAIN?! And to do it in front of my face?! She must not have valued her life, I guess.

I kicked her in the stomach, making her hurl over in pain. I started dragging her by her hair, not caring if she was getting scrapped up by the broken glass or not. I was walking her like a dog, and she was looking a mess: Her wig was hanging on by a thread, she was covered in alcohol, her makeup was smudged, and she was bleeding from all the glass that was getting caught in her skin, giving her cuts. Oh, did I also mention that the side of her face was swelling from when I hit her with the bottle? Oops.

I was swiftly pulled off of her shortly after by Josh, who securely wrapped his arm around my waist so that I couldn't go anywhere.

"We need to go. Someone called the cops and they're on their way. NOW." He warned me sternly.

"Fine. But let me go. I'm a grown woman, I can walk out on my own." I sassed him.

He let go of my waist, allowing me to be free. SIKE. I don't care about walking out on my own! I just wanted one last go at this weird mean girl. I took my heels off one by one, throwing them in her direction. One of them hit her in the head while the other hit her friend in the back. Josh snatched me up immediately, carrying me out the club.

"AND ANOTHER THING: YOU BETTER NOT PULL UP TO MY CITY OR COME TO DETROIT BECAUSE YOU NOT GONE LEAVE THAT BITCH. I PROMISE YOU THAT, SWEETHEART!" I yelled out as I stuck my tongue out, teasing her.

And with that we were all kicked out, security dragging us all away and throwing us into the sprinter van. The car ride back home was chaotic and filled with chatter. Everyone was trying to figure out what was going on and why, but most importantly if we were okay. I had a huge gash on my hand that was bleeding profusely from when the bottle shattered in my hand when I bonked that girl in the head with it. It was so bad that I had to stop at the hospital and get stitches. The other girls had went straight home because I didn't want them to worry about me, but Alabama and Hailie stayed with me to make sure I was okay and wasn't alone.

— Later That Night

It was almost two in the morning when I had gotten out of the shower. We had made it back from the hospital a little while ago and I was still livid. I needed a moment to myself from all the other girls so I went in my room, locked my door, and took a hot shower. I needed it anyway after all the blood, liquor, and sweat from partying and fighting that was sticking to me. Once I got out the shower, I wrapped myself in a robe, turning my phone off. I already knew that the video was most likely going to be posted to the internet if it wasn't already and I didn't want to deal with that. My hand was also in excruciating pain and I just wanted to go to bed except I couldn't.

My mind was fuming. Why would Hailie just let that girl punk her like that? I couldn't understand why she just let her get away with talking to her any kind of way, with putting her literal hands on her. I couldn't wrap my head around it. It upset me so much that she just let that slide. Additionally, I was still upset that all of this even happened in the first place. Like what's wrong with bitches? Putting your hands on somebody simply because you don't like them was absurd to me. There's plenty of people I don't like, but I would never lay a finger on them for that reason alone. That's actual insanity.

This is why I don't like going to parties or social events, now. Because people are weird. I'd rather stay at home and be a homebody. At least there I'm comfortable, safe, and don't have to worry about weird crazy people who are sick in the head. I was disturbed from my deep thoughts by the knocking coming from my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I asked loudly from my spot on the bed.

"It's me, Hailie." She said from the other side, "Can I talk to you?"

I didn't respond. I got up from my bed, unlocking the door and letting her in. She had changed into her pajamas, her face bare and hair in a messy bun. I hadn't spoken to her since everything went down. She didn't even say a word to me in the hospital while I was getting my stitches. She walked into the room sitting in one of the beanbag chairs while I sat at the edge of the bed.

"Thank you for defending me. You really shouldn't have. It wasn't worth it." She started talking.

"Why shouldn't I have defended you?" I said as my temper raised from her comment, "You're my best friend and Marshall's daughter... I would do anything for you." I mentioned.

"Because I couldn't even do it for myself." Hailie looked down at her hands bashfully.

"But why?" I finally asked the question that had been messing with my mind this entire time.

"Sae, I'm not that type of girl. I never have been." She said truthfully.

I remained quiet, letting her speak what was on her mind. This issue seemed to be deeper than I thought it was, and I wanted to be there for her.

"Can I tell you something that I never told anyone? Not even Dad."

"Of course. Your secrets are safe with me, love." I sincerely say.

"I've never defended myself. Even in school I never defended myself from the bullies. I was always too scared. I didn't want to ever hurt anyones feelings, be mean, or start any drama so I always let them do or say whatever they wanted while I dealt with the repercussions. Sadé, this is a huge part of why I admire you and look up to you the way I do even though you're younger than me. I remember how you would talk about your life experiences in your videos and I was able to relate to some of them believe it or not. I know we come from two different walks of life, but I really do get you. And I know you understand me when I'm telling you this because you used to be this exact same way until you found your voice. I just haven't found mines yet." She explained, feeling comfortable enough to open up to me.

I felt a sense of sadness wash over me. My throat was lumpy, and I felt like I could cry. I never knew she felt this way about herself. I also never knew the extent of how impactful I was to her. I knew my videos helped people in different ways or simply provided them with entertainment, but I never knew it was that deep for her. It honestly tugged on my heart strings and did something to me.

"And I know it's stupid, but it's just how I am." She continued, "I never wanted to embarrass Dad by acting out or having him hear about how I did something wrong trying to defend myself. He always raised us to be good people, good girls who get good grades, treat people with respect and kindness, and girls who don't misbehave. He was always so strict on making sure we acted right and were raised with a good head on our shoulders. I never wanted to make him feel like he wasn't doing a good job as a father by telling someone off. He always told us to defend ourselves and even taught us boxing, but I never felt comfortable enough to do so because I knew that it would be taken the wrong way because I'm the daughter of a famous rapper. So I was never confrontational. I was too shy and insecure to be. I would literally eat lunch alone in the school libraries. I'd rather ignore people and let them do what they want and say whatever. I'm not brave like you, Sadé." She vented becoming emotional.

She started crying so I walked over to her and took her in my arms, giving her a warm hug. Her crying made me cry too. I didn't want to see her like this. It hurt my heart that she felt so badly about herself.

"It's going to be alright. And it's okay to be non-confrontational. You can still be brave. Being non-confrontational doesn't make you weak. It just means you aren't aggressive with your words or actions and prefer a calmer approach, and that's totally fine. And when it comes to your father, girl, fuck him!" I said in the heat of the moment.

"What?" She laughed lightly with tears still falling down her face.

"I said fuck him." I repeated, knowing exactly what I meant, "Who cares if he gets embarrassed or upset that you deafened yourself. You're not a child anymore. You're a grown woman. Let him be mad. He should understand the most out of all people. You need to be able to tell people to leave you alone. Don't let nobody pick on you. You shouldn't let anyone walk all over you or disrespect you in the slightest, Hai. Because if you let them do that that's disrespectful to yourself and your self worth. You should hold yourself to a higher standard than that. It's not about drama, it's about respect." I told her sternly.

I wasn't playing around. I was serious. She needs to have more respect for herself. She's deserving of that much and others need to know not to mess with her. They need to know that when they come to her, they need to either come correct or don't come at all. There's no tolerance for the foolishness of others or low self worth over here. Over here, respect and self worth is valued.

"This is why I love you, because you're so badass. You're totally right. I need to value myself more and not let people treat me any kind of way." She wiped her tears with her sleeve.

We continued to have a one on one deep conversation about everything. She asked me how I found my voice to speak up, and become the woman I am today. That was a hard question for me to answer because there was no step by step guide I looked at to learn. It was all personal growth from everything I had experienced in my life. Every little thing made me find some type of value in myself. I told her about what I had gone through, about things I hadn't told her before. I explained how I wasn't always like this, how I used to be afraid, had to have my siblings and cousins fight for me, and how I was bullied relentlessly. I didn't tell her that my cancer was a big part of it, but I think she got the point regardless...

She told me more about herself that I never knew, like about her childhood, how having divorced parents who were toxic for each other minimized her voice, and how she sometimes struggles with her confidence. We talked it all out and it was great.

"Finding your voice takes time. Don't be ashamed about being non-confrontational. You're still a strong woman."

"Thank you again for defending me. I'm really sorry about your hand. You're one of the best friends anyone could ask for." She hugged me tight.

"Don't worry about it." I replied softly.

And with that she got up and left my room. I went back to my bed, letting out a breath of fresh air as I closed my eyes. What a day it's been in Aspen.