Stuck In Love With A Thug

019. Finale

Nia

Later that night

All day, I thought about Damian on and off. I wanted to know if he was dead. Did he suffer, or was he shot in the head or something? I just kept thinking about him and couldn't get my mind off him until Bean asked me to chill at our favorite spot near the lake. I took him up on that offer because I really needed to clear my mind. He got a bottle of liquor for himself and some wine for me and we made a nice little cozy pallet on the ground near the water.

I sipped on the wine and held Bean's hand while we both looked out at the lake. It was the most peace I had gotten all week. Bean and I both needed this time to just sit back and think, so we decided to do it at the spot we both loved.

We lay out on the pallet, and he sat back and smoked his weed while I sipped my wine. We weren't saying much to each other at all. He was lost in his thoughts, and I was drowning in mine. In just a short time, I had been set free from a man who abused me physically and mentally. I forgave my best friend for the ultimate backstab, and I met someone I could possibly be happy with.

"Come over here," Bean said and wrapped me in his arms with the extra sheet we used for cover.

"I want you to look out there. Take a look and close your eyes. After today, you about to start a new life. I'm paying for your school, I'm going to every doctor's appointment with you, and I want to spend each day learning how to love you," he said and turned my head to passionately kiss me.

"Bean, promise me this one thing," I replied.

"What's that?"

"Promise to never hurt me. I don't care how much you learn to love me, just promise to never hurt me. I'm so tired of being hurt."

"I got you," he said and kissed me again.

Our tongues locked for a good five minutes. We were kissing like it was our very first kiss, and lord knows I wanted to make love to him right outside in that park. However, I held myself together and remained classy. The hoe in me wanted to fuck him like a porn star without caring who saw us.

"Have you called and checked on your mom?" I asked.

"Yeah, I talked to her earlier. She wants to have Sunday dinner. She's starting to pull herself together a lil more, but I know it's gon' take time. Shit don't change overnight, but at least she's making progress. I didn't think she would want to do Sunday dinner after lil' sis passed, so that's a sign to me that she's trying to stay strong."

"Aww, I remember when I used to eat dinner with my parents. That was when we were able to get things off our chest and talk about our day. It was like family therapy, and I think that's why your mom wants y'all there."

"You mean us? I'm bringing you with me."

"Seriously? You want me to meet your mom?" I asked.

"You think I'm here to play games with you? If you gon' be with me, my family is your family."

"It's not like that. I just never been around someone's mom like that. Then I heard all these horror stories about how mothers-in-law can turn into monsters in law. I ain't trying to take nobody's son away from them." I laughed.

"Nah, she ain't on that type of shit. My mom is cool as fuck. She may talk shit, but she don't mean no harm." He chuckled.

"Can she cook? I don't want to have to pull up on your mom and shut her down in her own kitchen now," I joked.

"Nah, you ain't fucking with moms when it comes to them pots. She the goat, bae."

"Whatever. So, I'm your bae?" I flirted.