Chapter 5: Dat Right There Brooklyn, New York January 19th, 11:10 am
Her nigga on me and he want it And I'm with the shit slim thick, early twenties
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Laying faced down in her bed, Maleah clenched the comforter that covered her sore body. She didn't want to move, not after the struggle she'd had for the past 3 days when it came to maneuvering around her house. Having to ask her brother to keep her son for a couple more days, knowing she wouldn't be able to tend to whatever needs he had if she could barely even walk properly.
"You been laying in this same position since I left yesterday...what the hell is wrong with you?" Jazlyn twisted her face up, both her and Stasia entering into Maleah's bedroom only to see her still laying faced down.
Turning her head lazily, she blew out a small breath with her eyes glued to the door where her friends stood. Shaking her head as best as she could, she lowered it back down into her arms where it comfortably had been previously.
"I did move." She mumbled nearly inaudibly, causing Jazlyn to suck her teeth since she knew she was referring to the times she did her hygiene or ate...which she was. The only other time she managed to move from out of her bed was to eat, and she barely did much of that as is from how low of an appetite she naturally had.
Looking at one another, both Jazlyn and Stasia smirked before making their way closer towards their friend. Glancing around the room, they both looked for any traces of a man, even as little as a condom wrapper until Jazlyn perked up while snapping her fingers. Grabbing the comforter, she quickly snatched it off of Maleah's body before she could even attempt to hold it up to her neck like how it had been before.
"Jazlyn-."
"Oh someone fucked the shit out of you." Stasia commented, Jazlyn nodding because she was about to say the same exact thing. They weren't used to ever seeing the evidence of whoever Maleah chose to have sexual encounters with, except for when Jazlyn would see the markings she provided on her best friend during their separate times of intimacy. Yet here they were, standing with handprints, hickies, and bruises staring back at them.
"He got you good too, who in the hell did you piss off?" Jazlyn mumbled, her fingers gently running along one of the red spots on the back of Maleah's thigh.
Huffing out a breath, she carefully turned her body so that she could face her friends, only to reveal the mess of hair on top of her head along with her bruised up front half. Her neck specifically that consisted of a red ring that had hickies spread along the top and bottom of it.
"You have to spill everything, every last detail of whatever the hell you done started fucking with. And don't be extra either, because you know just as much as we know this shit isn't normal." Stasia pointed, both her and Jazlyn taking seats on the small chairs Maleah had in her bedroom. Reaching over, Jazlyn grabbed the full bottle of water that sat on the small table that separated both of the chairs which were at the foot of the bed.
