"Ouch that hurts" I winced at the feeling of the stinging sensation on my cuts. "I'm sorry ma but I gotta clean it." Jay said standing in front of me cleaning off the rest of my scars and cuts. It's been 15 mins since he got here and he's been able to calm me down and help clean me up just in those minutes. I haven't talked to him too much since then but part of me wants to tell him everything because I feel like I can trust him. But the word "trust" hasn't gotten me anywhere so far.
There's something about him that feels different than any other guy I met before and that's why I feel like I can trust him. But I'm not going to think too much into it or get my hopes up because I still don't know him. "Alright ma, you're all cleaned up now. Show me the way to your clothes and stuff so we can pack up some bags for you and-" I cut him off looking confused "What do you mean pack my bags? I don't have no where to go and he'll come looking for me." I said standing up walking over the couch.
"Ma don't even worry about that he ain't gonna come near you again, I'll make sure of that. And I was gonna take you to my place I got out here if you don't mind. It big enough for me to be out your way, I know it might be weird since I'm a stranger. I just gotta get you out of here. So let's pack some bags ma." He said throwing away all the bloody tissues from my scars then joining me off on the couch. "Why" I said looking down at the floor. "Why what?" He grabbed my chin so I can look at him.
"Why are you choosing to help me? Every encounter we've had hasn't been so great and I'm a mess in a fucked up situation. Why are you getting yourself into all of this mess." I said looking him in the eyes. It was silent for a moment and he was looking me in the eyes then started to look the other way. "It's okay you don't have to answer that-". I said getting up from the couch.
"Nah ma I'll answer it." He grabbed my hand and sat me down closer to him. "I want to help because I seen a lot of this happen growing up and I wasn't able to help because of how young I was but I want to help you get out of this. Putting hands on women isn't something that I tolerate and that nigga ain't my friend. I don't owe him no loyalty and even if that was my friend I would have been stepped in and ended this shit. We don't know each other like that, I'm a stranger to you and this is only our third time having a conversation so I get why you don't want to trust me and hesitant about letting me help but I'm being very honest with you when I say that I want to help you get out this situation. I want to earn your loyalty and trust ma if you let me. Niggas probably told you "im not like those other niggas, trust me" and they all proved you wrong so I'm not about to sit up here and sing you the same song, I'll just let my actions speak for me." Damn he has a way with words I sat there thinking to myself.
He was right about me being hesitant and not trusting him. I can't wrap my mind around the thought of a stranger wants to help me so much and we've only had a conversation three times and they haven't been so great. I want help and want to get out this situation really bad it's just been so long since I've had someone around me who cares about my well-being, I don't know how to respond to this kind of help but a sign is something that I've been asking for so let's see if this is the sign.
"It's true I'm very hesitant but I really need help getting out of here so I'm willing to let you help me out Jay." I looked up at him with a smile and he did the same. "I'm glad you're letting me help you out ma, let's go get your stuff so we can get you out of here safely." He grabbed my hand and I led him to the room so we can pack my stuff up. We spent a cool amount of time packing and there wasn't much talking between us but it wasn't awkward at the same time. As we were finishing packing I heard Jay calling my name. "Hey Bey what you doing with these baby clothes?" I turn around to see him sitting with a bag in front of him holding these baby outfit. I had just bought them and I got unisex stuff because I'm not sure of the gender. I forgot to tell him I'm pregnant and expecting a baby soon.
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Signs
FanfictionThis is "Signs" a story about a teenage girl who lost everything and now is struggling with the pain from her abusive boyfriend of 9 years. Continue to read to see if she gets that Sign she's looking for to release her from the abusive arms of the m...