His Blossom (AMBW)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍

I scrolled through New York College sites on my laptop, sitting in the kitchen of the penthouse. It had been two weeks since my first meeting. We met every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday from 3-5 pm. I liked Marie. A lot. She gave me... mother vibes. A sense of remembrance and peace. Something lost, and then substituted. It helped with the grief. In our last meeting, we talked about independence and dependence. I was extremely dependent on Kenji, as hard as it sounded. I wanted to stay in New York. To go to college. To learn independence and help myself. Did Kenji know? Hell no. Him in Japan. Me in New York. He would flip out. I checked the time, once again. 2:15 am. Kenji was at a meeting at one of his clubs. Something important he said. It had been hours and I was getting worried. I shut my laptop and headed upstairs.

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3:20 am. Now, I was not only worried, but I was getting pissed. I stared down at my phone.

Hey baby. It's getting late. -> 1:50 am

You okay? -> 2:10 am

Kenji. -> 2:25

It's 2:50. Where are you? -> 2:50

You didn't say that it would take this long. -> 3:10

I groaned, laying in bed. I put my phone on the nightstand and put my bonnet on.

That motherfucker's gonna to fill my wrath in the morning.

~•~

An elevator ding awakened me. I looked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 5:15 am. I slowly sat up, opening the night stand drawer and grabbing the gun out of there. I slowly laid back down, the gun to my chest. After about thirty seconds, there was a groan and a shuffle in the room. It was Kenji. I put the gun on the nightstand and sat up.

"Where the fuck were you?" I reached to turn the night light on.

"Don't, Alex." Kenji's words stopped me. "Go back to bed." He sounded drained.

I flicked on the switch. "If you think that-"

A gasp exited my lips.

"Kenji, what happened?" I quickly got up, rushing to him.

Blood was all over his white buttoned up shirt. Some of the buttons seemed to have broken off. His face had blood splats on it and so did his hands.

"Nothing. Go to bed." He groaned.

"You can't just fucking show up like this and expect me to go back to bed." I said, examining him.

I gently dragged my fingers along his ab area. I gasped when I felt a wound.

"Kenji, what the hell happened?" I rushed towards the bathroom, grabbing alcohol and the first aid kit. "Come here."

He groaned, walking towards me and sitting on the counter. "They already stitched it up."

I helped him take his shirt off, examining the poorly stitched wound.

"You were stabbed?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Well whoever stitched you up needs to get fired." I grabbed cotton balls, pouring peroxide on them.