In Kimani's world, a love story blooms,
Amidst life's highs, amidst its glooms.
Her heart, a canvas, colors rich and bold,
Love's vibrant tapestry, a tale untold.
Through trials and laughter, in every chance,
Her heart beats wild in a rhythmic dance...
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As soon as we got home, JJ dashed to the bathroom with her bag and the first aid kit. We all knew the truth, the door didn't do this. It was those people from earlier, none of us had the courage to ask outright, but here we were, crowded around the door like detectives, waiting for her to come out. From inside, we can only hear hisses, soft winces, things clattering to the floor, and the occasional "ow."
Her lip looked awful, split so badly it might need stitches. Just thinking about it makes my own lip sting. Whoever hit her must've been wearing a ring or had claws for nails.
"What's going on here?" My mum's voice cut through the silence, her footsteps echoing down the stairs. She glances at all of us, her eyebrows raised. We probably look ridiculous, crowded by the door.
"What happened?" Tía Etta chimed in, walking over from the kitchen with a jar of pickles. I suddenly want one too.
"Don't know," Aslan shrugs, Im holding onto his hand because he keeps trying to knock on the door.
"I think there was a fight," Adelina adds pulling out a pickle from the jar.
"She was limping when she came in," Chanel says, filling my mom and Tía in "And she had cuts and bruises on her face." I turn to my brother and snap my fingers in his face.
He hasn't said a word since we came back, just leaning against the wall. The look on his face is unreadable. All of a sudden, the bathroom door creaks open, and JJ steps out. She looks... tired. She doesn't look in pain or anything but she looks uncomfortable and she's limping.
"Are you guys hungry? It's almost lunch," she asks casually, like she isn't hiding bruises under a layer of concealer.
"Wipe it off," Lev says in his usual cold tone, but there's a hint of softness. I haven't heard that tone since I was seven.
"No, why?" JJ tilts her head, her brows furrowing in resistance. She is cute when she's mad. I wanna to squish her cheeks.
"It needs to heal properly," he replies motioning toward the kitchen. Since when does he care about the well-being of people? She shakes her head folding her arms, a move that clearly took effort. He looks at her, also frowning, and folds his arms.
"Fine," she rolls her eyes and gives in leaving for the kitchen with the kit. She grabs a wipe and starts removing her makeup, her movements are slow and careful. We stand there, watching like creeps, "Happy?" she asks
"Sit," Lev orders, pointing to the counter as he grabs the kit from her. Never knew he could care.
"I can do it myself," JJ huffs, but she still sits down. He doesn't reply, just starts cleaning her cuts with surprising gentleness. When he pushes her hair out of her face to get a better look, she flinchs slightly but doesn't pull away. As much as I find that romantic, I hope he knows his whole familia is watching him.
