As we entered there I stood dripping wet in rainwater. I drug mud into the apartment. "My bad" , I breathed.
"You're good." He headed to the back of the home and I heard ransacking. He came back handing me a towel and body wash.
"The shower is in the back, first left. I'll wait here in the front.", He smiled genuinely.
I took me a brisk steamy shower. The body wash smelt that of vanilla. I took advantage of the Dove soap and shaving razor. Mudd and hair trickled down the drain.
Looking into my reflection I finally saw myself. I haven't looked this healthy in so long. A shower works wonders.
Fog dispersed into the hall. I felt the welcoming tan carpet. Kenny was sitting on the leather couch watching Black Ink Crew. I joined.
We sat there for a minute and he further welcomed me with,"That shower helped, didn't it?...Yeah, I know. So you smoke or.. drink?"
Nodding yes, we shared a spliff. Reggie. The best kind. We watched Obsessed with Beyoncé Knowles. It had me on the edge. "This is my favorite movie." "Mine too.", Kenny shared. He handled me a plush throw(blanket). I eventually fell asleep on my side. I didn't get to finish my movie.
I wasn't that hungry yet. I was more tired than anything.
I learned Kenny was a welder, has an ex, no children, and has a few good friends.
I told him my story and he shared some too.
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Hostage
Roman d'amourA black love story taking place in Chicago. A'rina is homeless after leaving an abusive relationship. How will she possibly get over her past-life and ex? With her ex's charges on her record she can barely hold down a job! What does God possibly hav...
