steal my girl | dua + bella

xii

Sunday evening.

Me and Dua were lying on my bed next to each other. We weren't doing anything, we were just on our phones.

"Look at this video I took of you last week" Dua said, tilted her phone to show me a video.

It was a video of me, drunk at the bar, looking like a hot mess. We both laughed and then got surprised at the message Dua received.

213-927-7701
dua baby, it's me.
jacob. i want you back.
i need you back. i still
love you. come see me
tomorrow. please. just
come alone and don't
tell anyone.

Jacob is her ex boyfriend. The one that only loved her because of her money and sex.

"Why do I have to go alone and why can't I tell anyone? I'm not going to go. That's suspicious." Dua said. "I don't love him. I can't go see him."

"I can go with you if you want." I suggested.

"Well I was with you when you saw Sydney."

"When did you break up with him?" I asked.

"Like a little over 2 or 3 weeks ago" She said.

Damn. That wasn't that long ago. I also broke up with Syd around that time. We really are living the same lives right now.

"Let's go see him." I said.

"I'm scared"

"Why, I'm with you"

"He wasn't very nice to me"

"Well I'll be with you. He can't do anything." I said.

"I'm scared of him" Dua mumbled. She sounded like she was going to cry.

"Look" Dua said. She pulled up her shirt and revealed a few bruises.

"Wait what" I said confusingly.

She turned on to her back and revealed more.

"He was at a party that I went to yesterday." Dua said.

"Why didn't you tell me" I asked.

"It was invite only. I had to go because it was for Puma." Dua explained.

"So how did those get there?" I asked.

She started to cry. I gave her a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek.

"He wanted to have sex and I was drunk, so I didn't really realize what was happening." Dua said in between sniffles. "Then if I didn't do what he wanted during it, he would pinch me."

"Oh, Dua." I sighed.

"And the one big bruise on my lower back is from when he punched me" Dua sobbed.

I held her in my arms, letting her cry on my shoulder.

"Dua, I don't even know what to say. You should call the police or report him because that's could be considered rape."

She just kept crying.

"I feel awkward for crying on you" She sniffled.

"Cry all you want baby" I said. "Dua, I think we should tell someone that we are going to his house and then see what he wants"

"I don't know... well I guess I can yell at him and tell him to never get near me again." Dua said.