𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.

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what you did — mahalia, ella mai. 

I turned off the shower, letting the last bit of the warm
water drip down my back with my hand rubbing the back of my head. I wrapped my hair up after doing a deep wash and opened up the glass shower door, wrapping the black and grey towel around my body.

I left Hobie's room two hours ago, and I did agree to go on this walk to get food with him. 

The things that have happened since the moment I woke up today were too much to handle for me. I spent the first half hour in the shower just in deep thought about so many different aspects of what we talked about today and what happened last night.

I couldn't go anywhere without scrubbing my body till it was red, bleeding just a bit. Hobie told me to meet him when I was done, not really giving me a specific time on when he wanted to meet, just to not come late.

I had no idea if I should bring the pepper spray I got at one of the gas stations we stopped at on the way here, a huge part of me didn't want to go with him anywhere. I don't know why he wanted me to come along, we can't even stay in the same room together without him wanting to kill me. The only reason I agreed was because a part of me was curious about what he had in store, so I tucked the pepper spray in my spall granny-pack I was going to bring.

Maybe today he can get over this vendetta he has against me and I can get some answers on what was the change.

We did have a whole conversation without him threatening me. I didn't appreciate him manhandling me in his bed but at least I can understand that he has standards and wouldn't harm a female, no matter how psychotic he is.

I only believed he didn't take advantage of me when I sat in the shower on the floor with my knees up to my chest and really thought about it.

I had texted Gwen about my clothes and she confirmed she did, even sending me a picture of my dirty outfit in the wash with hers.

I would have woken up with him by my side, but the eyebags under his eyes told me a different story. Gwen also said her and Rico often came to check up on me throughout the night and Hobie stayed awake the whole time.

I'm sure I would've felt some sort of discomfort waking up today if anything did happen to me, but I felt fine.

All of these reasons are convincing me to believe Hobie took care of me and was telling the truth. Nothing in my body was telling me otherwise but I could be hundred and ten percent wrong on this, but my gut was telling me to trust my instinct. And my gut was telling me to trust his words.

Plus, he told me to go to the doctor if I really thought he did something. Who would say that if they actually did something? That's just screaming to get caught.