The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

27- Leaving

It was well after 10 when the doctor finally took a pint and a half of my blood. My mother and I hadn't shared any words and once he was done with me, I left without a backwards glance at my brother.

I had a headache twice the size of Trinidad and gas pain that intensified the pain in my ribs. Terrance had half way carried me to our room and I was too tired to do anything. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and Terrance mumbled all the way home.

I was laying on the bed in nothing but my bra and tights and Terrance was rubbing some muscle balm on my ribs. I was insanely tired and so glad that school was out for me.

"Ow." I hissed as Terrance pressed into my side.

"Sorry." He mumbled and rubbed the spot harder.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't take your grumpiness out on me." I pulled away and he rolled his eyes.

"Lay back down. I'm almost done." He said and grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him. We stayed in silence as he rubbed my ribs and when he was finished, he stood and walked towards the adjoined bathroom.

"Is there a next house for us to look at?" I asked him as he came to sit on the bed next to me. I slowly sat up, wincing slightly, and turned to look at him.

"Well Andrew is looking into one." He said and stretched a hand out to pull me to his side and placed the other across his midsection.

"Andrew? What happen to Shay?" I asked, hissing out her name.

"He's the real estate agent. Shay, well she's on probation." He said and ran his hands through my hair.

"Oh, wonder why?" I asked and rolled my eyes. We lapsed into a comfortable silence, which meant either I was going to say something stupid, or we were gonna have sex. My stomach tightened at the prospect.

"Question." He said and I crossed my fingers. Sex, sounded good. I was tired but I wouldn't have to do anything, right. Just feel pleasure. Right. Right?

"Go forth with vigor." I said absentmindedly.

"What?"

"Shoot." Cue eye roll.

"No offense, but if you have so much money in the bank, why didn't you ever handle yourself?" He asked and I frowned. There went sex.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my brain a bit frazzled.

"You know, a new phone, a new laptop, an apartment." He asked me the same thing Matthew had asked me once.

"I'm not a materialistic person. As for a new apartment, I got a broken leg the last time I tried that." I shrugged.

"How many bones have you broken?" He asked pulling away slightly.

"Um. I don't know." I frowned and looked up at him.

"You never filed for domestic violence?"

"Well the thought crossed my mind a bit, but I was safer with him than without him."

"How?"

"My dad is a boxing and MMA world champion. People don't really mess with him." I shrugged.

"So you let him beat you because you knew you were safer with him?" He seemed dumbfounded.

"Can't justify his actions, hell, I'm not. But there were times when he wouldn't hit me for a year and he'd actually been a dad. But he got involved in more than marijuana and I guess he wanted to make sure no one took the last bit of family he had left away." I shrugged. I knew that's how he felt. As much as I knew he didn't want a daughter in the first place, the thought of loosing me was something I knew he wouldn't handle well. I mean, I'm wonderful and all, I will never know what it will feel like.