Love of Life (URBAN)

Chapter 3

Benji

I hopped out of bed, threw on my slides and my keys and headed out. Courtney was right around the corner from where one of my spots were. I wish I met Courtney under better circumstances, the same day I met her is the same day I get to save her. Hopefully it's the same day I kill that bitch ass nigga that thought it was ok to beat on a female. I pulled onto the street and looked for Miami. I parked across from the alley, reached in my glove compartment and pulled out my 9 and tucked it in my pants, I hopped out, looked around and jogged to the otherside of the street into the ally. I looked around and didnt see her. I walked down the alley and didnt see her. I pulled out my phone and called her back. I saw a light flash behind some old boxes. I moved them out of the way and Court was slumped over, her chest heaving up and down. "Court" I said trying not to startle her, "Courtney..." I lightly shook her and she jumped and started crying. "Shhh, it's me Court, it's Benji baby calm down ma..." I scooped her up and carried her like a bride to my car. I put on her seatbelt and hopped in the driver's seat and drove off. "I'ma take you to my sisters' house, so she can check you out, make sure everything aight." I looked over and she just nodded.

I pulled up to my sister house and knocked on the door. No answer, I knocked on it harder. I started to knock again but then the door swug open. "Benjamin do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Nah, I really don't care either...look I got a shawty in the car, her old nigga beat her up bad, I need you to check her out."

"You know they have hospitals, with doctors, that gladly do that shit at 4;30 in the morning..."

"Man, Tammy please? You know I don't fuck with hospitals and shit." I half- pleaded, she gave in and nodded opening the door all the way, I went to the car and carried Court into the house. I watched as Tammy gasped and ran to the back to get her kit. She came back and cleaned her wounds. She started to lift up Court's shirt but she wouldn't let her. Tammy looked at me and I took the hint. "I'll be in the kitchen" I said, getting up and walking to get something to drink. I heard Courtney whimper and I ran back. "Tammy be gentle damnit!" I yelled seeing Court wince in pain. "Nigga get the fuck out." She said still cleaning Court up. I went back in the kitchen and ate some cereal. I finished after a few mins, I played a game on my phone and went back in after a while. Court was just putting her shirt back on. "Her ribs aren't broken or anything but they are bruised pretty bad, I put a compression wrap on her. She's fine tho, just has bruises everywhere." she said handing me a bag. "What's this?" I opened the bag to look in it. "Epsom salt, run her a hot bath in the morning and put that in it, put enough in it to make the water cloudy. There's also lavendar oil in there, apply that to her brusies after she gets out the bath and throughout the day. There's also 800mg ibuprofen in there, make sure she takes one every 8 hours with food. It's 5 now and she took one, her next dose is at 1. There should be enough in there to get her thru the healing process but if not just come back and I'll give you some." She explained.

"Aight" I nodded

"Thank you..." Courtney said in a small voice

"You're welcome hon" Tammy smiled. I kissed Courtney's forehead and grabbed her hand and walked her out to the car. "You need anything?" I asked starting the car up. She shook her head no and leaned her head against the window. I nodded and headed back home. She was sleep by the time we got there so I carried her inside. I laid her down on my bed and went to the couch and laid down. I turned on the tv and settled on this documentary about weed. When it went on commercial I got up and checked on Courtney and found her panicking in ther sleep. "Court, wake up" I said laying in bed and holding her, I rubbed her back and she moved under me. We stayed like that for the rest of the night.

Courtney

"How long has this been going on?" Tammy asked lowly when Benji left the room . I just looked away.
"It's ok, I'm not gonna tell anyone."
"A couple of months."
"Daily?"
"Almost..." I said as she looked at me with a face full of sympathy.
"Did you ever try to run?"
"Yea...." I looked down at my arm and she followed my gaze.
"I'm thankful for you that my brother came when he did. He's a pain in the ass sometimes but he's a good guy in the end. Never settle because you'll never be truly happy. You're a gorgeous girl, you deserve nothing but the best. Always remember that. " I nodded as she fixed me up. I thanked her after she talked to Benji.
"You need anything?" Benji asked when we got in his car. I shook my head. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget about everything. I fell asleep on the way there but my dream ended up being a flashback of all the times Jamal treated me wrong. Every word, kick, and punch...all pulled together in one convenient scene. I woke up to Benji soothing me and as quickly as I woke up, I went back to sleep.

I woke up in Benji's bed and looked around. I swore he was holding me. "Ow" I said sitting up, my head was pounding and the light is starting to blind me. I got up and slowly made my way over to the blinds and closed them. I went back to the bed and sat on it. I looked for a clock but couldn't find one. I realized I lost my phone as well. I got up again to go get some water, I stopped at the top of the stairs and conteplated on whether I should go down or not. I decided against it and went back to the room. I was bored but didn't want to snoop around. I sat on the bed and started to stretch...the more I excersied my pain, the quicker it healed. This is my routine. Then I thought about the bag Benji's sister gave me. Where was it? A better question is, where is Benji. Benji...I smiled at the thought of him. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't met Benji yesterday. It's like he was heaven sent. He was fine too...good lawd. He smelled good and his voice was deep and smooth, his smile had the power make a girl's knees weak. "How you feeling?" I jumped at the sound of Benji's voice. He laughed "my bad. I didn't mean to scare you." He sat beside me with a Popeyes bag and my pills. "You eat Popeyes right?" He asked, I nodded. "Good." he set the food and pill down on the nightstand. "Oh, here" he handed me an iPhone 6. "I left and started to text you and tell you I ran out for food then I realized you...well I left it in the alley. Plus we don't need that nigga tracing your location."
"Thank you"
"No problem ma, you want it, I got it. Just ask. Hear me?"
"Yea, thanks."
"No problem. And aye, you gon quit that little job of yours"
I looked at him sideways like he was crazy.
"Don't look at me like that. You gon quit it and focus on school. Education first. As long as your grades good you don't have to worry about money."
I swallowed what was in my mouth and said "I don't take handouts."
"It's not a handout, it's you working for your money."
"I do that at my job."
"But this way you're preparing yourself to start a path toward a six figure annual income. You ain't gonna make six figures at that joint you workin at."
I nodded.
"I'll be back in a min. Kitchen and the tv and shit is downstairs and the bathroom is through that door. Ima run you a bath right quick."
"I need clothes."
"Uhhh...look thru my drawers and see if you can find something" he yelled from the bathroom. I furrowed my eyebrows. How was I supposed to wear anything of his? I stood at 5'1 and he was a good 6'3. He could pass as a football player and I'm just a twig. I got up and rummaged through his drawers and found a pair of boxers and a wife beater. I walked in the bathroom with awe and then caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. This is the worse I ever been. I just stared blankly, I wanted to cry but no tears would form. I lifted my shirt and took off the compression wrap. My whole torso was black and purple. I quickly pulled down my shirt and tied my hair up. I felt Benji's arms wrap around me. "You're still beautiful ma." he kissed me on the cheek and I smiled as he left.

Jamal

I fell to the floor when something hit the back of head. "This little bitch." I said when I felt blood leaking from where I was hit. I followed her upstairs but I didn't see her. "COURT! WHERE YO ASS AT?" I looked around and saw the window open. I looked down and saw her running through the neighbors backyard. I grabbed my keys and went to go look for her. As bad as I beat her ass she shouldn't go far. She gonna get it when I find her. She know I got issues and she stay wantin to try me. It's her fault her ass always getting beat shitless. How she gonna get mad at me for getting my dick wet? She was tryna make a nigga wait forever. Fuck that bitch. She look better than these hoes but she dumb as fuck if she thought I was waiting for her to finally give up some ass. I laughed at how long it took for her to figure it out. She just caught me slipping. After circling around the block a few times I went home. I'll just catch her ass at work or at school.

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