The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

FORTY-ONE

10,000 plus words.

This is my version of apologizing for the late update.

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K E E Y A

The sun stood in the sky telling heated stories that it painted with glowing rays-a promise of a beautiful day, and I believed it as I continued to drive with the streets whispering around me along with the subtle clicking of the indicator throughout the car.

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A yawn pushed past my lips as I took the turn I had been preparing for, driving into P's neighbourhood, and it had a warm feeling of contentment settling in me at the reality of things.

Me going to her house in her car.

Sum shit I ain't expect...

Or more like sum shit I never thought I would be doing, at least not today...but it was always like that with P. Silent until shown. She ain't really say what she felt, she just showed it in the most subtle ways that you would miss if you weren't paying attention...but I paid attention. I saw how she moved, watched her silence, listened to it, I understood that she spoke with body language, and her body only spoke the things her mind could no longer contain. So if she showed it, it was real, she meant it.

HER ACTIONS SPEAK

And yesterday had me knowing a lot. Her actions confessed things her words had yet to grow the strength to hold the weight of.

Her letting me take care of her, having me in her home, leaving me with her car had me knowing that as much as she ain't say it, she trusted me. She trusted me...found me safe. I could feel it in the way she no longer hesitated to do with me as if her mind wasn't asking 'what if' no mo. I saw it in the way my touch made her melt and not tense as if her body wasn't afraid to be felt and held by me no mo.

She was no longer running...I wasn't chasing no mo, she was just here with me...

TRYING

She trying cause she wanted to, wanted this, wanted me, and she ain't have to say it cause I saw it, and I ain't need her to say it cause I could feel it, and it was beautiful watching her open up...watching her slowly find her way through her fears to get to her needs and desire...to be closer. It made me want to give her the world...Starting with the land so she had something firm to stand on, then the bodies of water so she could wash herself clean of all that weighed her, and lastly the sky so she look up and yearn for more...

I was grateful for every part of herself that she gave because I knew it was easier to keep it, but she was trying through everything she been through because she wanted me.

SHE WANTED TO

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That warm feeling inside me grew as I took the turn onto P's street that was much quieter. I liked her place. I liked where she lived. It was the hood, but it was residential like, you could hear dogs barking, you saw the old run down basketball court, heard music playing from a few spots, you saw people shooting dice, houses with personality, but you ain't feel that sense of danger, paranoia or alertness that came with it. It was peaceful.

The best of the hood.

It was like somebody came in and took all the bad, and left the good, and that might just be it since Loyal told me the don around these parts was real...strict when it came to certain things.