TORN

Chapter Eighteen: Oh Shit! Part Two

This nigga just hit me. This yellow muthafucka just hit me. This skinny ass boney ass nigga just hit me.

He done really lost his shit because we about to be in this bitch scrapping on God. On everything I love!

"Look what you made me do?!" He yelled grabbing me up putting me in a chokehold.

"Get off me!" I managed to say pushing him back.

"Calm the fuck down man! You should not have disrespected me Jazmine" he mumbled.

"Oh and that gives you the right to hit me? Huh?" I yelled punching him in the chest.

"Stop Jazmine." he said in a blunt tone.

"No get the fuck out August! GET OUT!" I yelled falling to the floor as tears streamed from my eyes.

"Jaz" he said sighing.

"I'm sorry" he said pacing the room.

"Please don't think this is what I do. I just let my anger get the best of me. Baby I love you!" He confessed. "There I said it! I love you Jazmine! That shit hurt that you lied to me! How am I suppose to trust you" he said falling to his knees in front of me.

"So I deserve this?" I scream pointing to my busted lip.

He was quiet.

"All I can say is that I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again." He said moving closer. I flinched by his touch and moved away quickly.

"Please leave August" I said exhaling deeply. I climbed into my bed and curled into a ball then I heard the door slowly close. This nigga really hit me. Odell would have NEVER laid a FINGER on me. But the bigger problem is that love is involved now. I can't lie I do think I love him. But that was before he slapped the shit out of me. But it's fine. Abortion it is. Guess I'll handle that tomorrow. I think I still have that clinic number.

DAY 6 in NY

"Hey Jaz!! I think Ima go with this color! What you think?" Coach asked as he held up this cranberry tie against his shirt. "Yeah I like it Coach it goes with your skin tone" I said smiling some. He smiled widely and nodded his head walking away.

"Hey you" I heard Dell say. I sighed and turned around.
"Hey" I mumbled. He looked nice today. He picked out his own outfits choices. He knows what I like on him.

"Seems like you been avoiding me for the past few days. I been calling you. Remember you said that if you made a certain decision you wanted me to be there?" he admitted raising his eyebrow looking me dead in my eyes.

"Nah.. I just... I just been trying to make sure everyone else is good" I said looking away.

"What's wrong? And why you got on all this makeup?" He asked pulling my chin back towards him. I winced in pain and backed up.

"What's wrong?" He asked searching for an answer in my eyes.

"Nothing. I'm okay! I promise" I said giving him a small smile.

He watched me as I moved some hair from the front of my face and pulled my phone out.

"Jazmine of all things you are like my Bestfriend. And since we are good friends you would tell me if something was wrong right?" Odell asked placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and I couldn't even hold the tears in anymore.

"Damn Ma," he said chuckling as he walked me over to the private dressing room. We both sat down and I cried into his chest.

"I did it" I managed to say in between sobs. I wiped my nose and looked up at him and he was quiet.

"Why I feel like I just lost a kid" he said chuckling wiping the small tears that formed in his eyes. I think it's really sweet that he's in as much hurt and pain as I am. But he's right of all things. Me and Odell have always been friends once you take away the relationship aspect of things. But I can't tell him about August little Whack a mole incident. Odell would probably kill this man. And I really don't want that. Hell I don't know what I really want right now.

"What did Augusta say?" He asked as he rubbed my back slowly calming me down.

"Truthfully? Since I lied about being at your crib he suspected that the child was yours and not his so he was more for the abortion" I confessed before balling in tears again.

"WOW" he said before shaking his head. "Jaz I'm sorry he said those things to you. You sure that's all he did? Did he make you not feel beautiful? Is that why you got all this make up on? You know I think you're beautiful without all this Mac and shit. But still" he said rubbing my thumb over my jaw.

I held my breath as he examined my face more. He knew something was up. But I knew he wasn't going to just jump to conclusions. He knows me. When I ready to tell him I will. I'm just praying that this was a one time thing and August won't ever let his anger get the best of him like that again.

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Hi.

I'm updating again today. It's time for Odell & Nisha messy ass situation. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Ain't gone lie I kind of got emotional. Domestic violence is a serious thing man. Smh.

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