I woke up on Tony's lap, only to him still asleep. I got up only to be pulled back down. "Where you going", he asked, with his eyes still closed. "I wanna go home to get dressed", I said, getting back up from his lap. This time he opened his eyes, "All of your clothes are back at my house." "I don't want to go back there", I said, "Maybe we should go back to the apartment. This isn't the lifestyle i want JaMiyah to be around", I said looking down. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, because i knew his eyes grew darker and he was hurt.
I could hear him take a deep breathe to keep calm, "I don't trust you in there. I could never live with myself if something was to happen to you, I need you next to me at all times". "Ok, yeah i didn't get hurt this time, but my little sister did. My little fucking sister. Stop being stubborn and understand that it's a child involved. Would you want our child around this shit", I yelling in a whisper, so I wouldn't wake up my sister. This time i was looking him in his eyes.
His face grew softer, "No, I wouldn't. I'm just still beating myself up about what happened. I don't wanna go through this shit again. I hate myself you know, I hate that i bring the people i love in this shit. I look at myself in the mirror everyday and think why me. I don't want you to leave me, you can't. I need you, I knew when i first met you I had to make you mines", his voice began to crack. He got up and slowly walked to me. He cupped my face and kissed my lips. "I love you and I need you", he said as a tear ran down his face.
