All Of Me Part 10

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Ray: Atlanta is dangerous. Jacobe said when he gets out he is coming for you.

YN: why do you help me?

Ray: because...what I see in you is someone who needs love.

YN: I was in love-

Ray: that wasn't love.

YN: that's what I've been taught all my life.

RAYS POV

I can't believe she's never experienced love. I guess I'll show her what love is. She fell asleep and I left her alone. I went downstairs and played Xbox. A few hours later we were watching TV.

YN POV

I woke up. My head hurt a little but not that bad. I walked into Princes room. It smelled like sex. The walls were painted green. His room was neat. There were pictures of himself shirtless. I walked into Roc's room. It smelled like strong cologne and he had random pics everywhere. I went into Ej's room. It didn't smell like anything. His room was normal.

Prince: what are you doing?

YN: (jumps and gasps)

Prince: (stares)

YN: why does your room smell like sex and orgasms?

Prince: why were you snooping?

YN: I'm just trying to understand who you are.

Prince: you can always ask.(walks towards you)

YN: (backs up slowly into a corner)

Prince: (gets closer to you)

YN: (closes eyes and tears up)

Prince: Hey. I know you're scared, but you don't have to be anymore. I won't do anything.

YN: Ray!

Prince: I'm sorry if I scared you.

Ray: (walks in)stop scarin her.

Prince: I was just tryna talk to her.

Ray: (takes your hand and takes your downstairs)okay I want y'all to not be strangers so y'all can stop scaring YN. This is YN. She is 16-

YN: 18.

Ray: 18 years old. Her favorite for is purple. She doesn't like to be fucked with, she doesn't like y'all creepin up on her, she has the softest smallest hands, she smells like Pink Chiffon from B&BW. She is nice and sweet once she warms up to you. She is smart, playful, and by far the most stunning woman I have ever seen. She.

...she needs love.

Prince: she snoop.

YN: like I said, I was trying to find out who y'all were. Curly fries, your room smell like cologne. You think you the shit. Puff puff, your room smell like sex and orgasms. You have a lot of time on your unholy hands.

Ej: what about my room?

YN: you're normal.

Roc: curly fries is me?

YN: yeah. Whatever.

Roc: my me is Roc.

YN: your name is now a food.

Roc: salty.

YN: what you just say?

Ray: Roc I want you to go in the room alone with YN. Call me if you need me.

I walked up the stairs. Roc followed. I hate it when people walk behind me. We made it up to his room. I sat down on the bed and he sat across from me.

Roc: I am Roc.

YN: sure you are curly fries. Listen. I don't wanna be up here so pretend like we get along.

Roc: I actually wanna know you.

YN: okay then.

Ray: are you a virgin?

YN: (stares at him and cocks head to the side)

RAYS POV

I heard Roc screaming. I ran upstairs to find YN on top of him choking him, and he was struggling to breathe. I pulled her off to him and set her down on the other side of the room.

Roc: what the FUCK man?!

YN: don't FUCKING ask a question like that!

Ray: CHILL! I'll be doenstairs. Roc ask appropriate questions.(leaves)

YOUR POV

Roc: its a simple yes or no!

YN: no!

Roc: no you're not a virgin or no you're not going to answer?

YN: no....I'm not a virgin....next question.

Roc: are you a freak?

YN: you really want your balls in a water-filled jar don't you.

Roc: sorry! Um...just so you know, I'm nice. I won't do anything to you. So what interests you?

YN: a lot of things.

Roc: like?

YN: nature. Peace. Drawing. Writing. Singing. Dancing.

Roc: so what things do you not like?

YN: liars, cheaters, stealers, thots, men who say they love you when they don't, and a lot of other things.

Roc: okay so what do you like?

YN: what interests me.

Roc: you like nature?

YN: I like peace and tranquility and the only place I can seem to find it is alone in nature.

Roc: OK.

YN: You done?

Roc: yep.(walks away)

I climbed out of the window and climbed on the roof. I turned on Latch by Disclosure and listened while closing my eyes.

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