Worthy

Chapter Six: Show Me

Christopher

"Mama, I'll see you in a little bit, okay?" I chucked the rest of my shirts into the navy blue suitcase as I listened to my mom.

"Alright, baby. I made your favorite for you." I smirked thinking about my mom's signature homemade lasagna melting on my tongue. I was the biggest fan of it ever since I could eat solid foods.

"Okay, Mama. I love you."

"Love you too," she responded as my door opened. I hung up as I watched Bree stride into the room.

"Hey, you." I nodded my head at her. She stood by the door and looked over my room.

"Hey," she said quietly, "So, you're leaving in a little?"

"Yeah, my counselor said I've been doing good. How long do you think you got?"

"My counselor said that I had about two more weeks." She looked dejected, avoiding eye contact

"Come here," I demanded. She slowly walked over to me and I gently grasped her arm.

"It's healing." I sighed, as I traced the dark brown scars on her forearm. I caught her damaging her body two days ago in her room.

"Why does it matter to you anyways?" She sucked her teeth. "Everyday you see me, you make sure I'm alright, you see if my scars are healing, you ask what I'm thinking- what is it with you?" Her voice turned slightly angry.

"Why are you asking me all of this now?" I kissed my teeth awaiting an answer.

"Why are you so concerned about me and what goes on with me?"

"Because unlike all the niggas that used you to get in your pants, I genuinely care about you!" I snapped, grabbing onto her wrist.

"What have you possibly shown me at all that proves you care? Nothing, so stop."

"You know what?" I shook my head chuckling, "I don't even know why I bothered." I stood up, grabbing my bag stuffed with clothes and all of my belongings. Suddenly, Bree gripped my arm.

"What?" I asked irritated. By this point, all I wanted to do was leave. Nothing was getting to Bree.

"I have a question," she hesitantly spoke. "What made you want to know who I was that night?" She blurted out. I contemplated, sitting back on the bed.

Bree stood there for a moment, and then sat next to me.

"That night at the club, when I first saw you, I heard that you weren't the best type of girl. I listened to the lyrics you were delivering to the crowd, and I saw hurt, and pain, even though the song you were singing was sexual. I saw something in you that was buried beneath the lyrics."

"What else did you see in me?" She inquired. I placed a hand on the bed in the small space that was between us.

"A beautiful woman that's been done wrong and stepped all over all of her life," I began as she took a deep breath. "A beautiful woman that hasn't discovered yet that the person to do her right has finally come along." I disclosed. It got silent between us.

"How was you and Rachel's relationship?" She asked. I looked straight ahead of me.

"I and Rachel met in high school. We planned on havin' kids and getting married. Kind of shit that someone like me, you wouldn't think would do," I shrugged. "But we was good. I planned a lot with her."