His Slave (BWWM) *MATURE CONTENT*

4. Decisions, Decisions, Decisions.

(Bernice Burgos) Raquel above.

4. Decisions, Decisions, Decisions.
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I've been staying here for about three days now. I know, what a surprise. Excuse how bland and uninterested I might sound.

I've avoided everyone here, except for sweet ol' Mama Shirley, with the exception of a few greetings from Lorenzo.

I started to put my hair in a ponytail and made my way into the kitchen.

"Hi baby." Ms. Shirley said as she cut some potatoes.

I just smiled as I walked over to her. "Do you need some help?"

"Sure hon. You take over the potatoes for me while I get the steak ready."

I just nodded as she walked away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and ignored the 123 missed calls from Christian and played my music. I smiled as Wayne Wonder's 'No Letting Go' came on. Memories of me and my mother cooking in the kitchen as she played her reggae CDs filled my mind.

I just smiled and sang along.

Got somebody, she is a beauty.
Very special, really and truly.
Takes good care of me, like it's her duty.

"So you like Jamaican music?" Lorenzo said entering the kitchen. I instantly stopped singing.

"Um yeah. My mother was half, so..." I said drifting into silence.

"Wow. I learn something new everyday." He said trying to lighten the mood. Keyword: Trying. Reality: Failing.

"Yup ." I said falling quiet afterwards.

The air shifted to an awkward silence as I peeled the skin from the potatoes.

"I'm sorry." Lorenzo said after a little while.

"For?" I said not even looking in his direction.

"For being an ass when I first met you, for not trying to understand you, and for jumping into conclusions. I'm also sorry that you have to deal with this heartbreak."

"What heartbreak?" I said cutting the potatoes a little more aggressively. "I'm fine bro. Unbothered as fuck." I said as I kept cutting.

"Be careful before you hurt yourself." He said walking towards me.

"I'm not gonna hurt my- fuck!" I screamed as I saw my finger bleeding.

"Shit, come here." He said running his hands through his hair.

I just walked over to him trying to hold back my tears. This shit really hurt.

"Let me see it." He said holding his hand out. I just shook my head vigorously causing my long ponytail to rest on my bare shoulder. I should've put it in a bun. "Now." He said sterner.

I just rolled my eyes before showing him my hand. He examined it for a while when out of no where he picked me up and held me bridal style.

"What are you doing?!" I panicked immediately as he started walking away from the kitchen.

He just sighed as he kept walking. Once we entered his room, I was scared shitless. I'm pretty sure my breathing was erratical.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he put me down in the bathroom.

"I-I" I couldn't even form a proper sentence. I feel like he'd just get angry if I told him what I thought he was going to do, but then again, he'd probably be able to know if I was lying. Lying has never really been easy for me, at all. I could get away with it sometimes, but other than that, I was horrible.