“Hi everybody. For those who don’t know me, my name is Vivian Sterling. I’m fifteen years old, and I attend Miami Westminster Christian School. I’m putting this video out because there are plenty of videos going around of my friend, Creed Crawford getting arrested, and people have come up with so many lies, and false narratives, and I just wanted to get on here, and clear up the rumors, and tell the truth. Last night, I decided to put on a little get together at my house. My parents were out of town, so I had a few friends come over. I saw a lot of comments saying that Creed wasn’t invited to the party when he actually was. I’m going to pull up our messages on my iPad, where you can see me directing him on how to get through the gate. I’m also going to show my call log, so you all can see when I placed a call to him last night, and I invited him over,” Vivianwent on to say, and right next to her, there was a pink iPad, and just like she said she would, she went to her message threat between Creed, and her, and she showed the messages, where she directed him on getting to her.
She used her hand to block out her address that she’d texted to him, so that the world wouldn’t know where she lived. After that, she went to her call log, and you could see the history from last night, when she’d called Creed late at night.
“So yeah, you all can stop saying in the comments that Creed wasn’t invited, when in fact, I personally called him to ask him if he could come. Once Creed arrived at my house, I had him come upstairs to my bedroom with me. If I could go back in time, I swear I wouldn’t have asked him to come upstairs with me. I would have chosen to just stay downstairs with the rest of the party because now he’s getting blamed for something that he didn’t even do,” her voice cracked, and she started crying. You could see it in her eyes that she was genuinely hurt by this. I looked over at Law, and his eyes were too busy on my phone screen, that he wasn’t looking back at me. There was a mug on his face, as he continued paying attention to the video.
“You all are making him out to be a monster, when he isn’t. I too thought that Creed was mean, just based on him always looking mad, but he’s not. He’s a sweet soul, and he was raised right, with proper manners. When I invited him up the stairs, I remember he wouldn’t even come up because he didn’t want to disrespect our home by coming up with his shoes on. Nothing happened in my bedroom. We kissed. We kissed, and my dad came in the room, and from there, this entire thing has gotten blown out of proportion. I’m just getting on here right now, telling you all to stop with the lies, the fabrications, and the theories on what you think happened. Creed is a good kid, and he doesn’t deserve any of this. You are all making up stories that could do damage to his career in the future, so I’m justgetting on here right now, asking that you all stop it. What I just told was the truth, so everything else that your seeing online, please don’t believe it,” and after that, the video went off.
I locked my phone, dropped it on Law’s chest, and I looked up at him.
“I’m not going to lie. I’m shocked. I expected her to keep quiet, and that was one of my fears because her choosing not to say anything could have done harm to the situation because her silence could have made Creed look guilty. She went against her own dad to have Creed’s back. What you think?” I asked Law, wanting to pick his brain, and see how he felt about the situation.
“Shit, it helps. I haven’t been on social media all day because I know if I see those comments, Ima want to kill everybody. Tionna already hit me early this morning, telling me not to get on social media today because if I saw the stuff that people were saying about Creed, it was going to send me into a rage, so I haven’t done it. I know the power of social media though. People will spin the fuck out of something so small, and the world will run with it. Hearing it from Vivian though, it does help. It doesn’t solve the problem in its entirety though. It’s going to take more than a video for the shit that their saying online about my son to be erased. This shit that their saying about him, it’s going to take a hit at his name, and his reputation. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little worried about the shift that this may bring, you know? The shift from scouts, future coaches… shit his school,” he expressed to me, and I nodded my head, understanding, and feeling exactly where he was coming from.
“But it’s going to be up to us to keep pushing the truth out. We have to remind the world who our son is, and not this version that their trying to paint online. The second I get back into the office, I’m going to get in mommy bear mode, doing my best toget him out of this shit,” I explained, right before yawning. My body was finally getting ready to shut down on me.
“Your ass been in mommy bear mode. You took your ass up there with him at your mama house and went in the room with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you was up there coddling him, telling him that everything was going to be alright,” he said, and I laughed, while playfully pushing him.
“First of all, no I didn’t. I got on him too, but I just wasn’t as aggressive as you were because you did it for both of us. He knows he fucked up. Trust me, he does. You scared the shit out of him though. When you called my name, for me to come downstairs, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. He thought that you were going to come upstairs,” I told him, and he shook his head.
“I had his little ass shock. He pissed on himself. I smelled it in the car, but as angry as his ass had me, I’ll never call him out over some shit like that,” he voiced, and I nodded.
“I think the part that’s fuckin with him is him knowing that he disappointed you. He told me that he thinks you hate him, and I had to explain to him that you don’t, and that you were just upset with him,” I shared, and when I finished, Law sucked his teeth and shook his head.
“That nigga know damn well that I don’t hate his ass. This what I be talking about with you when I tell you that you let him get over on you. He was up there gaslighting the fuck out of your ass. Goofy ass just up there falling for all that shit,” he spat, and I laughed, and pulled on his beard. He knocked my hand out of the way, and that’s when I stopped.
“Okay, so Sevyn, rate me. Where am I right now in the groveling process? Just give me an estimate on how close I am on getting you back?” I asked, and he chuckled.
“Let me ask you something, Ya. Let’s flip the roles right quick. Say when we were married, I was the one that checked out, and decided that I no longer wanted the marriage, right?I showed my natural black ass, had you served with divorce papers, and we went through a whole fuckin year of the divorce process. At any point throughout that year, I could have stopped that shit, stop being fuckin dumb, and just brought my ass back home. You didn’t. We divided our family, I had to close on a new condo, and we beefed for a year plus. Imagine I came to my senses, and I felt like the only thing that I had to do to get you back was take your shoes off, undress you, eat your pussy, and drop dick off in you. Be real, you think that’s enough?” he asked me.
“No. It’s not enough, but Sevyn, it’s a start,” I sat up, voice cracking, about to start crying.
“Ay, you better not start that punk ass crying. You acting like a nigga just sat here and told you that I wasn’t coming home. I just said that what you did so far not enough,” he let me know, and I nodded, respecting it.
“Last time we did therapy, we stopped because you didn’t like the therapist that we had?—”
“Yeah, because all of our sessions would be centered around Sarai, and I didn’t want to talk about that,” I cut him off to say, and he nodded.
“Therapy not supposed to be easy, Yaya. The thing that separated us was losing our daughter and not knowing how to cope after that. We going to have to sit down and talk about that. We can’t just sweep that under the rug and pretend that it never happened. Before I come back home, and we get shit back to what it used to be, we gotta go to therapy together. I’m dead ass serious about that,” he let me know.
“I don’t want to talk about that though,” I whispered to him, head hung low, feeling myself about to get in my feelings. He reached his hand out, and he put it on my arm, dragging me to him, making me sit closer to him.
“You got to, though. That’s the only way that we’re going to properly fix the problems that we have. The anniversary of Sarai’s death is getting ready to come up in a few months. I know the dark place that you’re going to slip in. I would like to get us set up with a therapist before then, so when that day comes, we’ll know how to properly cope with it. You want your family back, right? You want daddy back in the house, and us to be happy like how we used to, right?” he asked me, and through tears, I nodded my head.
“I don’t understand head nods, baby. Speak up, and tell me what you want,” he replied, picking his hand up, and he wiped my eyes.
“I want my family back. I want you to come back home, too. I’m so miserable sleeping in the bed by myself every night,” I let him know through tears that were falling.
“Alright then, we gotta go to therapy for those things to happen. I got requests that gotta be met before I bring my ass back home. You think all you had to do was put some fire ass head on me, give me some good pussy, and I was going to put my house on the market, and come back home. This ain’t your show this time, baby. This mine,” he finished.
I laid down, putting my head back on his chest, turning his way, so that I could look at him.
“You try to be so fuckin gangsta, but be ready to shed tears,” he cracked, and I smiled.
“You take me there. Only you have that kind of power over my emotions,” I let him know, pulling the covers up over me because I was getting ready to take my ass to sleep.
“That don’t have anything to do with your emotions. That’s called fuckin crazy,” he joked, making me laugh.
“Yeah, and you love it. Goodnight, papi. Te amo. (I love you),” I let him know.
