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Santana's eyes opened at the sound of his phone ringing, and he laid there for a few seconds, waiting for it to stop. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room before turning his head to look at his blackout curtains. The sun peeked out on the sides, and from the position of the shadow he new it had to be around four o'clock.
He raised up from the bed, then looked over at Bria to make sure she stayed asleep. He knew she couldn't have been getting enough sleep either because she was usually up before noon. He glanced down at his phone to check the time, seeing that it was just a few minutes past four in the afternoon.
Taking one more glance at Bria, he headed towards the bathroom after confirming that she was okay. He spent half an hour in there-completing his usual morning routine along with a hot shower. He wanted to shower with Bria but he didn't want to wake her up out of her sleep.
When he walked back in his bedroom, a phone rung again, and he looked on the nightstand on the right side to see that it was Bria's. He saw that Israel had called her three times in the last two hours, so he picked it up to answer the fourth one.
"She sleepin'." Santana sat on the edge of his bed, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.
"I figured she went to you when I seen her car was gone this morning." He chuckled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah. Let me tell you somethin'. She don't like people-especially men-grabbing on her arms. She got raped a few times when she was younger and they all held her the same way, so doing that ah' make her feel like she reliving those times." Santana told him, not sugar coating anything because he wanted Israel to know how serious he was.
"I didn't k-," Israel was cut off as Santana began talking again.
"I know. She made me figure it out by myself and she probably gon' make you do the same thing but i'ma save you the trouble if you promise not to use nothing against her. I don't play about her and all it ah' take is one word from her for me to go at you. I don't care about Big Ko or none of that. I'll die 'bout her. You got that?"
"Heard you." Was all that Israel replied with. He wasn't scared of Santana but he did appreciate him talking to him, man to man.
"Bri don't like being held tight at all-even in hugs. And you gotta remind her that you not here to hurt her 'cause it's hard for her to trust niggas because of what happened to her. Even if she act like she do trust you, I can guarantee she don't. At least not all the way."
"She told me she fought yo' baby moms last night.. don't let her do that no more. Her ole' lady used to beat the shit out of her and Journey, they still got bruises on them from some of the fights. My baby got hands fasho but she hate using 'em, so if it's possible, don't let her."
There were a lot of things he could tell Israel about Bria, but these were most important. These simple facts are what made her comfortable in her own skin after years of hating herself. These were facts that Santana had to find out on his own in order to love her correctly.
