Self Riotous

4.

*1 week later*

Bryson.

I stared at Mariella from my spot on the couch, watching her as she slept quietly.

She had been sleeping over almost every other night, and "babysitting" me while Brooklyn went out and took care of business.

So basically, Brooklyn didn't trust me being alone anymore. I honestly didn't blame her.

Even though I didn't know Mariella that well, I was more than happy that Brooklyn had her sit with me while she went out, instead of Raven.

I didn't favor Raven too much, I respected her since she was my sisters friend, but I didn't really like her.

Mariella stirred in her sleep, causing my attention to get off my thoughts and focus back on her.

I started to observe her closely; from her long dark brown hair to her soft pink lips. Her carmel skin seemed flawless, and her cute nose went perfectly with her face.

"Damn." I bit my lip, frowning.

She's beautiful.

Who would've thought such a beautiful girl went through the things she did? I shook my head, honestly taken back by how stunning she was.

"Okay Marel- oh she's asleep." Brooklyn walked in the room, looking at Mariella.

She then looked at me and walked to me. "Uhm, I'll be back later, okay? Let her get some rest though." She nodded her head to Mariella.

"She's been restless lately." She frowned.

"I won't bother her." I said, looking at her. I watched as she frowned in her sleep, mumbling under her breath causing me to smile slightly.

Brooklyn hit my shoulder, causing me to focus back on her. "You better not get any funny ideas. I'm warning you." She pointed.

I smacked my lips. "Whatever. You know I ain't like that." We both laughed, then sighed right after.

"Alright well I better get going." She hugged me, kissing my cheek. "I love you, Bry."

"I love you too. Be safe Brook." I watched as she left our apartment. I sighed to myself, looking at Mariella again.

Its like I couldn't get my eyes off her, after realizing how beautiful she was.

Getting up from my comfortable spot on the couch, I stretched before walking off to the bathroom.

I flipped on the light and walked in, looking at all the fresh bathroom things. From the rugs to the shower curtains, everything was new.

Because of me, of course.

I began to become sick with myself as I looked in the mirror. I lifted my arm, staring at my few scars.

As I looked at them, my mind immediately went to Mariella. How she had so many, running down her whole arm.

I started feeling ashamed. How dare I believe I have it worse than others when that pretty ass girl out there has been through who knows what?

Shaking my head, I drained my thoughts from the situation. No need to down myself more than I already was.

I took care of my business in the bathroom and walked out, starting to head for the living room before hearing a pot fall in the kitchen.

"Shit!" I heard Mariella's voice in there. Changing my route, I turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"Mar?" I called. Walking into the big kitchen, I saw her standing at the stove. She turned around, seeing me in the doorway.

"Hey Bryson." She smiled slightly.

"Uh, hey?" I said back. "How'd you sleep?" I asked, going to the refrigerator.

"Good, I haven't slept like that in a few weeks. Hey, can you get me the milk out of there?" She said with her back turned to me.

"Sure." I grabbed the milk, kicking the fridge door shut. I walked over to her, standing closer than I meant to, and set the milk on the counter.

She paused what she was doing, slowly looking over and up at me.

She was toying at her lip with her fingers, and it was then that I noticed the tattoo on her hand.

"Thank you." She said breathlessly, staring into my eyes. I stared into her hers, then looked away.

"Your welcome." I said as I walked to the other side of the kitchen. "So what you making?" I asked.

"Pork chops, macaroni, and I'm gonna pop some biscuits in the oven." She said. My stomach growled slightly at the sound of food.

"Thank you. You know..for being here." I said truthfully. She turned, smiling at me. "Your welcome. I couldn't leave you hanging."

"So uhm, what brings you to Manhattan?" I found myself wanting to know more about her.

Though her back was towards me, I could sense her hesitation. "Uhm...its a long story really." She sighed.

"I'm all ears." I said, making sure she was aware that I was listening.

"Well-" she got cut off by the buzzer. I frowned, knowing we weren't expecting any company.

"Hold on." I walked out the kitchen and to the door, looking at the camera. Raven was standing there.

I pressed the button to let her in, and waited for her to get to the door so I could tell her Brooklyn wasn't home.

I opened the door just as she was walking up. "Hey Bryson." She grinned. I stared at her.

"Uh...hey. Look, Brooklyn not here so." I said bluntly. She still smiled, now a somewhat smirk.

"What if I didn't come here for her?" She asked. "Excuse you?" I said, my eyebrows furrowing.

"I already know she's at work around this time, and your usually alone." She smiled widely.

"And? The hell." I smacked my lips.

"Come on Bryson, I know how you've been looking at me. You want it." She laughed.

"Bitc-girl, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I smacked my lips, going to shut the door on her delusional ass.

She put her foot in the door. "Move yo fucking foot before I smash it in this damn door way." I said coldly.

"Oouu feisty ar-" her voice got cut off as Mariella came in the room. "Hey Bryson is everything..." She trailed, looking at Raven through the doorway.

"Who's this?" She asked, looking up at me. "Bryson, who the hell is that?" Raven said from outside the doorway.

"Mar, its nobody." I assured her, kicking Raven's foot. "Ouch!" She slipped her foot out of the doorway, and I immediately shut the door.

"Bryson, Bryson! Open the door!" Raven yelled from the other side of the door.

Man what the hell. I shook my head.

"Uhm, are you sure its no one? She seems to know you very well." Mariella laughed.

"Nah, that's just my sister friend...well ex-friend once she find out about this crazy shit." I shook my head.

Mariella shook her head, starting to walk back to the kitchen.

"Come on, let's go eat."

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Weird spot to end it.

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Hope y'all enjoyed, I don't really have nothing to say tonight lmao.

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