Can We Talk ?

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Dj

I walked in on Sin as she was getting out the shower. She had her towel wrapped around her waist. She didn't notice me. I watched as she walked over to the mirror above the sink and sighed. She looked down at her arms then at her side. I watched as she touched it and hissed. Her back had a few bruise on it from what looked like a belt buckled.

I felt the rage start to take over my body. I wanted to know who did it. Her mom, her sister, Chester her moms no good boyfriend, or her bitch ass girl Reese; I calmed my self down as her soft whimpers leave her mouth. She looked so broke down... defeated. She was giving up on herself and I knew it. No matter how much she smiled, laughed, and cracked jokes. She was in pain. She would never let it show or tell me. I had to figured it out and coax the truth from her. I watched as she ran her hands through her wet hair that was slowly curling up. She looked so damn good. Her lips felt so good against mines too.

I licked my lips and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her 5'5 frame. She leaned against me and sighed. I watched as her light brown eyes stared into mines. I gave her a smile as her glossed over and tears fell from them as she smiled back and me and laughed.

" We look cute together don't we?" I asked her as I let my eyes travel down her body and to the bruise on her lower left side.

It looked like a imprint of a boot. I bit my bottom lip. I hope everything inside of her is okay. I couldn't take her to the hospital because I knew for a fact they would try and call her moms.

"Naw, you look cute. I'm all busted up," she said and looked down.

I looked at her face. She had a small cut and her jaw was starting to swell up.

"I don't know , you do look cute busted up," I said.

She laughed and turned around pushing me away.

"Shut up Dj. Always saying some dumb shit," she said as she looked down and started to fiddle with the bottom of my black t- shirt.

" I can't help it. When you say dumb shit I say dumb shit," I told her.

I watched as her head shot up and she looked at me. She raised her eyebrow. I watched as her mouth open and closed. She didn't know what to say.

"Sin you are beautiful to me no matter what. I always thought so. Especially when you had them braces in high school. It took ever ounce of self-control not to have you back at yo crib screaming out ' oooo big daddy. That feels so good'," I said and laughed.

I watched as she laughed and brought her face into my shirt. She pulled back and hit me in my stomach.

"Stop Dj. You play all fucking day, damn man I swear," she said.

"Blah blah. You like it though," I said as I lifted her up on the sink.

I walked over and grabbed the first aid kit and started to fix her up. I dapped the little cut above her eye. She never took her eyes off of me.

" Who was that girl in the car?" she asked me as I placed a bonding strip over the little cut.

"Ash?" I asked her as I took her wrist and looked at them.

"Yeah nigga Ash," she said as I began to clean those cuts as well.

"Some girl I meet when I was at the mall with. You mean and Alcee on break and shit again. So old girl Ash came up to me in Lids and we starting talking. Blah blah she invited me to a party. We both left cause she was feeling frisky and I was all fucked up. So I was like why the fuck not," I told her as I wrapped up her wrist.

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