No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)

82• Those In Glass Houses

I smiled as we ate.

"What?" I laughed.

"Nothing. I'm just happy that I'm with you." I took a sip of my grapefruit juice.

"Dope!" He said. "After we're done eating I'm gonna fix your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" I felt on my coils and frowned.

"Nothing! Nothing wrong with your hair. I just wanna fix it." He picked up our dishes and washed them.

"Fix it how?" I pouted.

"Just flat iron it and give you a trim." He finished the dishes and led me to the bathroom.

"Alright." I sat on the stool in the bathroom and waited for the flat iron to warm up. I was a little uneasy about the flat iron 'cause I haven't put heat to my head since I was I think about nine years old.

"Ready?" He said as he picked up a comb and the flat iron.

"Yeah."

He parted my hair and I flinched at the heat.

"Don't move, I don't want to burn you." He ran the iron through my hair.

"How do you know how to do hair?" I kept my head still.

"Momma. I used to watch her do my little sisters hair before she got shot down by the police when she was twelve along with my dad."

"I'm so sorry! Why did they shoot them!?"

"Feds said that my Dad was "stealing" and making my sister cover him up." He shook his head. "They ran because they were following them, the feds shot my dad four times and my sister on accident twice."

I teared up. "That's horrible."

"Yeah. I don't really like talking about it so lets move on. After I'm done with your hair we're going to the mall."

"For what?" I semi shouted.

"To find you some clothes, bitch. Who the fuck you think you yelling at?!"

He put the flat iron on my neck on purpose and I tried to move but he grabbed my wrist and kept me on the stool.

"I'm sorry!!!!!" I screamed and touched the spot on my neck he burned when he took the iron off. I sniffed and got up to go downstairs and get a pack of ice.

"Where are you going?!" He growled as he sped walked after me with a belt in his right hand.

I didn't say anything as I stepped down the last stair.

"You answer me when I ask you a fuckin' question!" He yelled as the belt stroked my thigh, hip, arms and back.

I fell on the ground from the hard strikes. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the kitchen. I was sobbing and he put me on one of the chairs.

He opened the freezer and threw an ice pack to me and stomped back upstairs with a clearly angry expression.