Perception of Trust

T W E N T Y T H R E E

"Breathe, breathe, breathe" Quincy said to me in the stairwell.

He had picked me up and carried me into the stairwell.

I was fuming.

Like I said, I was a very patient person and avoided physical confrontation because it was hard for me to control my anger at times.

"Hey, look at me— Breathhhee" He dragged crouching down to eye level with me.

I took a few deep breaths when I realized I wasn't breathing at all.

He grabbed the sides of my arms as if he were trying to hold me still and kept encouraging me to breathe until I started breathing better. He rubbed my arms up and down like he was trying to warm me up.

"Good job, just keep breathing, please. Don't stop" He laughed nervously before guiding me to sit on a step.

Sitting down I stared past Quincy as I simmered with anger.

I can't believe that bitch actually tried to do me like that.

The thought of everything refreshed my anger. I placed my head between my hands and looked at the floor as tears of anger streamed down my face and fell by my feet.

I saw Quincy's airforce's shift to the side before breath sat down to the left of me.

"You're good, you're alright." He said to me rubbing my lower back in small circular motions.

All I heard was the sound of me sniffling as a million thoughts raced through my mind. Including the realization that my university would suspend me when they found out.

"Fuck this." I said under my breath.

I got up and walked towards the exit door.

I realized that if I had nothing else to lose, I'd better do my big one. Therefore, I had no reason to spare Josephine.

I had murder on my mind.

If I was going to get expelled and lose my education, the next best thing was to go to jail.

Somehow Quincy stepped between me and the door right when I got a grip of the handle.

"Quincy move." I said yanking at the door handle

"What are you trynna do?" He asked, looking me straight in the eye confused while he used his body weight to keep the door shut.

I let go of the handle and start going up the stairs.

"I'm going to kill that bitch." I say in a nuterural voice.

"Chill!" Quincy said to me as he rushed up the stairs and blocked my way again.

"Quincy. MOVE." I warn, raising my voice a little bit.

"No. You're acting real unstable. I'm not going to let you go commit a crime over Jay's annoying ass." He says sternly, with a hint of irritation.

Still trying to get past him, he picks me up again and sits me back down on the steps in front of him.

"Calm down. Please!" He pleads, waving his hands down with each syllable.

Bouncing my leg to contain my anger, I forced myself to stay silent because I didn't want to say something I didn't mean.

Quincy glanced at my leg and pulled his phone out. He looked at me again while the phone rang and reached out to hold on to my wrist firmly. He must have realized that I could make a run for it while he was distracted on the phone.

"Hello." 

"Hey is she okay?" I heard Amina's voice say on the other end.

"I mean, she's here, but she does not seem okay. Y'all might have to come talk to her 'cause she's still hot and keeps trying to come back out there."