Chapter 3: Rude Awakening

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🔱Brandon's Point of View🔱
🕐10:00 am🕘
🌎9.30.16🌎

I think Marquee is abusing her. She had bruises on her wrist and her eye and cheek. Then she has scars on her thighs. I hope he hasn't raped her cause I know how sacred her body is. If she wasn't high last night none of that shit would not have happened between us. She's shy as fuck. She has morals. She treasures her body. I hope that nigga ain't rape her. She probably wouldn't tell me cause she know I would kill him.

I put my boxers on and went and washed my face. I heard her yawn and moan. I walked in and looked at her. She look confused and looked down at herself and saw she had my shirt on. She started breathing heavy and shaking and I went and grabbed her hands and rubbed her back.

Harmony: Wh-Wh-What happened? Did we ha-? Oh my god. No. I can't believe-

She started shaking and breathing heavy. I kissed her on forehead.

Me: Baby girl relax. We didn't have sex.

Harmony: Then why are we half-naked?

Me: You don't remember anything?

Harmony: Last thing I remember was me singing PartyNextDoor and drinking.

Me: Well I called you and you didn't answer. So I drove over here. You opened the door in your robe. You saw me passed out and woke up all horny and shit. I kept asking you about the bruises on you. And basically you didn't wanna talk about it. And we had a intense ass make out session. I'm sorry but I couldn't resist you baby your beautiful.

Harmony: You saw me naked?

She turned bright red.

Me: Yes baby and your beautiful.

Harmony: I cheated on Marquee. Oh no.

She started shaking and she got hot and unbalanced and jittery. I grabbed her and hugged her not only to comfort but to prevent her from having a seizure. Then I looked her dead in her insecure, vulnerable, and uneasy eyes.

Me: Harmony is he abusing you?

A tear slid out.

Me: He is?

She nodded.

Me: How long has this been going on?

Harmony: For 2 months.

Me: You know you got to leave this nigga right?

Harmony: I can't-

Me: Ni. This nigga got you stressed out has you drinking and getting high the night before you big day-

Harmony: Big day?

Me: It's your birthday.

Harmony: Oh shit it is.

Me: You've never forgotten your birthday in all the years I've known you. And worst of all he's fucked you up mentally. You all scared and paranoid. The way your starring at your blemishes like your insecure. Baby you are beautiful. Your are a queen. You deserve to be treated like royalty.

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