Secrets

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I was balls deep in some wet wet when I seen my phone light up. I looked at it and a ring notification popped up.

somebody at my door Wtf? I open the app.

Layla

"Fuck" I hissed out load

Thinking I was reacting to her This thotty start screaming louder

The hell? shut up I thought in my head

I put in my pin so my door can unlock and pressed the speaker on my ring app

"Come in" I spoke to my phone

"Oooh yes baby I'm cuming too!"

Huh

I start pounding harder trying to get this nut off so I can get out of here

I bust fast and start looking around for my coat

"You not staying?" she whined

"No... I-"

She cut me off before I can think of my lie

"But you promised!!" She yelled

"Look Natalie-" I started

"SABRINA!!" She yelled hurt

"That's what I said" I paused to see if she was going to challenge me, she stayed quiet tears forming in her eyes

"I can't stay tonight... I ain't fed my fish all day." I try to keep the chuckle from slipping out

fish? really? I say in my head

She glared at me

"You know my granny gave them to me before she died that's all I have left of her"

I'm a MF I don't even have a granny

"Ok baby I understand can you please stay next time" she looked at me with hope

"Yeah." I lied making a mental note to block Natalie. shit was it Sarah? whoever the thot was from my phone

I grabbed my shit making sure to leave no evidence of me and jump in my Benz speeding to my condo.

Anxiety washed over me I don't know why but it always does when Layla comes, I don't ever know what to expect.

The closer I got to my place my heart beat faster.

Man am I going to see bruises? I can't look at her bruised and bloody again I'm liable to shoot up her whole fucking block. Once I figure out what block that is. I thought in my head

She won't tell me where she lives, she not going to tell me who doing this to her, come to think of it shorty really don't tell me shit.

I pull up in the garage to my condo and light up a tree to calm me down I take in a long inhale

Fuck Layla what you doing to me?

and blow out. I put the shit out and walk in the house I thought I was going to see her on the couch watching tv, but when I walked in it was dark and quiet, I walk to the back in my room and see her curled up in my king bed sleeping I smirk noticing she was wearing my t-shirt rising up over her hip

Damn them my drawls too

I glance over her body to see if there are any bruises, I stare at her pretty toes up her Carmel legs gaaaatt damn them hips! my shirt covering her stomach I look down her arms and immediately stiffen my hands in fist I see the bruising around her wrist

"What the fuck" I try to keep my voice down I don't want to wake her I throw my keys and wallet on my dresser and walk to the bathroom turning on the shower

This is it shawty going to tell me what's going on in the morning I say to myself

I take a quick shower making sure to wash the thot off me and throw on some sweats I grab the extra throw on the bed and head to the couch turning on Ozark but before Ruth crazy ass even came on the screen Ozark was watching me.

I jump up hearing a noise

The toilet flushing who the fuck? - oh yeah Layla

I hear her small feet trying to creep past me to the kitchen I shift to give her indication I was up

Oh, sorry I didn't mean to wake you she looked at me with her big brown eyes

You good... I glanced over her looking at the clock on the microwave. "4am what you can't sleep?" I know she has nightmares most of her nights she spends here I hear her whimper and cry in her sleep. I wish I can do something to help her.

"I just wanted a glass of water" she spoke softly

"I-I you don't have to sleep on the couch I can sleep in h-here and you can sleep on your bed"

I just looked at her and she quickly looked down

"Layla, do I look like a damn parrot to you? Repeating myself every time you come". She looked up at me her eyes scared.

shit I did sound a bit harsh my voice deeper cause it's filled with sleep I soften my voice

"Sweetheart you know I'm not letting you sleep on the couch... or the floor" I quickly say before she cuts in.

"I-I know I j-just don't want to take over your space" she stutters as she's washing and drying the glass she just drunk out of.

I lay back down on the couch getting comfortable

"Goodnight lay."

"Goodnight." she turns off the light and walk back into the room

I take a mental note of the limp she walking with

Yea we definitely talking about this in the morning