I took a deep breath and reminded myself who I was. I couldn't let Desiree and Sean see they were intimidating me. I took a couple more deep breaths, before walking into the kitchen, where they both were. They both instantly stopped laughing and talking when I walked in. Both pairs of eyes went directly to me.
"Good morning, Mo! There's some fruit in the fridge for you," Desiree greeted, overly happy. I glared at her and shook my head.
"It's about time you got up, I was beginning to get a little worried," Sean took a sip of his orange juice, eyeing me.
"Yeah, you could say last night was a little rough," I challenged them.
"Really?" Desiree shot back with a smile. "I slept like a baby." She rubbed her stomach in a stupid attempt to challenge me.
"Enough with the bullshit," I called out. "What the hell was that last night? What video is that? Who is that going too? I was raped. Give me reasons not to go to the police right now."
"Mo!" The front door slammed and I knew who it was. Russell was back in town and decided to come see me. He walked into the kitchen to see Sean, Desiree and I standing in the kitchen. Russell's smile faded when he saw all of us.
"Russell! Hey, man, what's up!" Sean smiled at the man, across from the island. Russell raised his eyebrows at Sean in disgust and then looked to me.
"Why the fuck is this dick head talking to me?" Russell asked me, pointing at Sean. Sean just smirked as I walked towards Russell, pulling on his shirt to go upstairs.
"Come on, Russ," I said, pulling him away from the two in the kitchen.
"Hey, man, I hope you have a great season ahead of you," Sean continued, as I attempted to pull Russell away, but to no prevail. "You have a true player right there." I knew he was pointing to me, but I kept tugging Russell towards the stairs.
"Why don't you go knock up some more sluts?" Russell mocked, pointing at Desiree. "Hopefully your precious devil shit kid won't come out as fucked up as it's parents—"
"RUSSELL!" I barked at him, almost yanking his shirt off. He finally obeyed, following me towards the stairs. He sent Sean a final glare. I stepped up one stair, before Russell stopped again.
"Mo, let me go at him one time," He pleaded with me, clenching his teeth together.
"No!" I shouted, grabbing his wrist and hauling him up the stairs. As I was near the top, Russell stopped again.
"What the fuck is on your wrist?" I heard him ask, refusing to go all the way up the stairs. We were so close to my room. I let go of Russell's arms and looked at both of my wrists. Both were terribly red, blood still smeared around, and they looked dark and horrible. I had completely forgotten about my wrists, as my eyes widened. "What the fuck are they?"
"Russell, if you—"
He cut me off. "No, I'm not moving an inch until you tell me what the fuck that is, Monica." I told him to lower his voice, I pleaded him too.
"Russell, please come to my room and I will explain, please," I whispered.
"Explain what?" He barked, and I hushed him more harshly this time.
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The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}
Romance"I can't love you," Russell breathed into Monica's ear, as he supported his heavy body over hers. Both of them were panting heavily. "But, goddamn, I can't stay away from you." No matter how hard Monica tried, she couldn't stop thinking about Russe...
