Capri Martin
6:00am
After another grueling 20 hours of being on the road, we were finally back in Seattle. And not only in Seattle but Clyde Hill. I was so relieved. So, so relieved and so tired.
We had to stop by Q's to pick up the rest of my things but other than that, I was so happy to be approaching my home. The place I wanted to be far away from at all times has now became the place where I wanted to be all the time.
Crazy.
My heart started to beat as we turned the corner and started driving down my block. My dad was home and waiting for me at the door. I was so excited to see him but at the same time dreading how he'd react when he saw Q.
"So we out tomorrow?" Q questioned.
I furrowed my brows. "Huh?"
"We hangin out tomorrow?" He questioned.
"I'm confused."
He furrowed his brows. "Bout what?"
"Q...did I not make it clear that I wanted some time apart?" I questioned.
"Not really."
"Not really?" I squinted.
"No. I thought we was cool after that luh moment we had." He shrugged. "Back inna hotel room, you know?"
I took a deep breath. I didn't even know what that 'moment' was about. We were both in the moment. Sad, high, drunk, and horny. It was just one of those things. I still stood on wanting space from him. I couldn't just magically forget what we just went through.
"We were under the influence and emotional. I still want to take some time away and clear my head."
"You fuckin with me right? Say sike."
"No. I'm not fuckin with you. A little head wasn't gonna make me fall back into your arms and forgive you. Neither was the little joke you told at the rest stop. I laughed but that doesn't mean anything Quentin. I need to rethink this relationship. And you need to control your anger because it's really bad."
"Not gone lie, I feel played."
"Why?"
"Like I said I thought we was okay. I thought we was at least workin towards forgiveness."
"You barely gave me time to think about anything. I was sleep most of the road trip or listening to my own music, in my own world. That's not time to think Quentin. You forgot you took me on a drug deal and got the car shot up with both of us inside of it? You forgot you left me on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere? You forgot the fight we had in the hotel room? You forgot how you pinned me down so I couldn't move or do anything? You forgot?"
"I didn't forget. I didn't. Youn think that's eatin me up inside? Realizing I coulda did shit differently. Youn think I'm hurt bout hurtin you? You don't think I'm pissed with myself and what I did? I'm sorry Capri. I'm sorry. I know that ain't a fuckin magic word but fuck. I luh you too much to let you go. You my soulmate. I can't spend time away from you knowin we ain't on good terms. I'll neva EVA do you dirty eva again. Why you think I got ya name on me TWICE? I LOVE YOU. I'm learnin from this. And after this, we only gone come out stronga."
"Well you need to learn a little more because a person who loved me would not pull the shit you did to me. Period." I shrugged, unbuckling my seatbelt and grabbing my duffle from the back seat.
Getting out of the car, I shut the door behind myself and he sure as hell followed me. Followed me all the way to the front door.
"Capri!" He exclaimed.
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