I woke up with Jahseh's arm wrapped around me making me sigh.
I didn't try to get him off of me but just started to think. Did he really smack me? Like that really happened it wasn't a dream. The shit hurt, my feelings and my fucking face.
I looked down at my wrist to see one was faintly bruised but the other one had a new one from last night. Made me wonder what my cheek looked like.
I moved his arm from over me and tiptoed to the bathroom to see. Looking in the mirror I found out it was just a little red. Touching it still hurt.
I turned off the light and went back in the room to see he was still sleep making me continue my walk out, putting on my slides that were by his door, not carrying too much for a shirt considering I had on a sports bra.
I walked out the room to be met by Stokeley coming out of his room. He looked at me and his eyes got wide.
"I'm so sorry" he told me making me roll my eyes and continue my walk downstairs.
I don't know how I was going to get to my mom in Miami but I am. I can't stay here anymore.
"Don't talk Amia but I really am sorry, that shit ain't right I'm trying to tell you that but that's how Jahseh is, we can't just tell him to not be himself" he spoke, following me to the kitchen.
"Is that new bruise?" He asked me, pointing at my wrist.
I didn't even look at him all the way, afraid of something happening.
"I don't understand why you two always in each other face" Jahseh spoke as he rubbed his eyes, coming downstairs.
"Why the fuck you not in the room?" He asked, standing in front of me so I had to look up at him.
"Bruh stop treating her like that" Stokeley told Jahseh making him look over at him.
"She ain't do shit to you" he continued.
"She don't listen that's her problem" he argued back.
"Nigga you're telling her to go mute even when people talking to her, that's weird" he told him and he shook his head.
"She too friendly" Jahseh told him.
"I'm just saying you beat Isaiah ass for putting his hands on her just for you to turn around and start doing it" Ming spoke,sitting up from the couch.
"Both y'all niggas listen" Jahseh started.
"This my girl and I don't want her talking to niggas point blank that shits embarrassing and I won't hit her if she don't, I smacked her that's it y'all acting like I was whooping her ass or something and if y'all don't leave her alone then y'all can run me my ones" he told them making them suck their teeth.
Neither said anything though and Stokeley went back upstairs.
Jahseh turned around and looked back at me "go back in the room" he told me making me sigh.
"I'm hungry Jahseh" I told him and he nodded.
"Okay, go" he told making me smack my teeth but I went upstairs.
I sighed sitting on the bed right before my mother start to text me all the stuff that was happening with her and the house like she's been doing. I want to go back to my mom.
"Here" Jahseh told me, handing me food.
"Thanks" I mumbled, beginning to eat.
"Jahseh, I want to go with my mom" I told him again but he ignored me making me roll my eyes.
"You can either take me or I'm going to go, I don't want to be here anymore" I told him no making him look at me.
"Because of a fight?" He asked me and I nodded.
"Because you hit me and you bruised my wrist again after saying you didn't mean to last time! This the third time and I'm not going to keep doing this with you!" I yelled at him making him tilt his head at me.
"Amia every time something happens to you why does it happen?" He asked me but before I could answer he spoke.
"Because you don't listen right?" He asked again making me sigh.
"Right?" He spoke again, getting in face.
"I don't want to be controlled Jahseh" I told him making him roll his eyes.
"I set a boundary in a relationship and that means that you're being controlled?" He asked me making me suck my teeth.
"You're right."
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