Today I decided to learn how to hide my bruises, mostly the one on my cheek. I'd never worn make up before so I didn't really know what I was doing. But I've had this bruise on my cheek for maybe 2 weeks now and it was starting to look really ugly.
I don't want to look at it anymore.
My mom finally noticed it a couple of days ago and asked me what I did. Not why the fuck is there a big bruise on your face daughter but what did you do.
Jahseh was now apologizing, sincerely apologizing because I won't talk to him. I tried my best for my mother to be out before he got here because I know she'll let him in. Him not knowing if she's here or not is great too because he doesn't just walk in.
My mothers work schedule now is everywhere and he knows that. She's trying to make sure she has enough money for bills, me and other wants and needs. So she goes to work anytime they call.
I watched the tutorial video, trying to pat the makeup without hurting myself more when I text message popped up.
Amia this like 40th text I sent I'm coming in your house and if there's a nigga there he better know how to fight Delivered
I waved the message off because I'm the only one here so no he won't.
I continued to watch the video, trying to get the hang of it, once I was done I looked at it in the mirror and scrunched up my face.
It didn't look right at all. It looked off colored and cakey making me sigh and start to wash it off when I heard the front door open making me snap my head in that direction.
I walked to my door to see Jahseh coming upstairs with no shirt on looking angry.
"There's not a dude here, I just don't feel like being bothered" I told him and he nodded and still pushed me out of the way, looking around my room.
"Told you" I spoke before going back into the bathroom.
"Why have you been ignoring me for three days then?" He asked me, wrapping my hair around his fist.
"Because I need a break from feeling like I'm walking on ice" I told him making him raise an eyebrow.
"Amia a nigga grabbed your ass-" he started but I cut him off.
"I didn't tell him to, hit him" I spoke with courage making him smirk at me.
"I been beat his ass" he told me making me raise an eyebrow.
"And you got a smart ass mouth today" he told me letting my hair go before leaning on the island.
"What you got going on in here?" He asked me, touching my makeup products.
"I'm trying to cover this up, it's just hard" I told him and he nodded.
I sighed as I sat back. I wanted to tell him to leave but I knew he wouldn't listen so I just separated myself.
"Come over my house tonight, I want a sleepover" he told me making me shake my head.
"I want to stay home" I told him and he sucked his teeth.
"I can't sleep here" he told me and I nodded.
"I know" I told him making him raise an eyebrow at me.
"Give me your phone" he told me and I shook my head.
"Amia, give me the phone."
"For what?" I asked him and he stood up making me back into my dresser before he came over to me.
"Here" I told him, handing him my phone which made him nod and sit back on the bed.
I stayed by the dresser and watched as he went through it, trying to make sure I wasn't cheating I guess.
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