Love Me Again

Detriot

Rebecca

As I walked through my neighborhood at night I couldn't help but think about Marshall.

Just like I've been doing for years now.

Right before I walked out that house door he would've warned me about walking outside at this hour.

But Detroit was my home, it was where I was raised. Plus, no one would dare to mess with a hood girl.

As I reached my house I noticed someone standing at my door, being the lovesick girl that I am I hoped it was Marshall, so I picked up my pace and walked faster to my door.

Instantly, my excited mood and small smile changed, it wasn't Marshall.

"I should get a restraining order on you." I mumbled to Blain, my ex boyfriend.

"Now why would you do that?" He drunkly grinned, harshly grabbing my waist.

"Get off of me that hurts, Blain!" I dug my nails into his hands until he hissed in pain and let go of my waist.

"Touch me again and it'll be your face next time." I said referring to the deep scratches on his hand.

I opened the door and Blain literally fell into the house, drunk bastard.

"Blain, get up." I sighed.

He looked at me like I was stupid.

"I'm drunk, Rebecca."

"Congratulations."

"Get out of my house."

"This is my house, Blain." I scoffed walking past him. I was used to his drunk visits and dumb remarks that today I barely thought of it as anything.

"You still don't want me do you?" He asked, now sitting at the round dinner table.

"Do elephants fart rainbows, Blain?"

"Wel-"

"No, Blain. No." I held back my smile.

"Are you seeing someone, Becky?"

"Maybe." I smiled to myself, thinking of Marshall.

"It's that one blonde kid isn't it?" He scoffed.

I didn't answer his question, but he knew. So he drunkly stormed out of the house mumbling something along the lines of I wasted my damn time.

I laughed and locked my door, soon laying in my bed, falling asleep thinking of Detroit and that one blonde kid.