Black Diamond- Chapter 18
Shelby.
I've been sort of moping around Chris' house for the passed three days. He's done everything from bringing me a dozen pink roses to breakfast in bed to try and cheer me up but this hurt just isn't going away. I haven't been slacking on homework, hell if anything I've drowned myself in extra credit and have been staying in the dance studio at school just to occupy my time.
My search for a job has increased because I refuse to depend on Chris or tell my dad and he send on the first plane back to California. Although I complained about wanting to go back to Cali when I first got here but it's grown on me and I can't just leave Chris so I'm trying to make this situation work.
Drowned out by the world because of the loud music coming from the speakers in the studio at school I poured my heart out as I danced around the wooden floors.
"You know this dance requires a partner." I heard the familiar voice speak as the music shut off.
I stood in the center of the floor looking at Chris as he leaned up against the entrance of the door frame.
"How'd you know I was here?" I asked slowly walking over to him until I was so close I could smell his curve cologne.
He chuckled. "Baby, you've only been here and to the library the passed three or four days and since the library lights were off I figured this was the only place you'd be."
Sighing I sat down on the floor where Chris joined a little while after. "Chris, I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do. I've always had my mother and father but after my daddy left it was just me and mom now that's she's flipped the script I have no one."
"That's not true B, you still have India, Simone, and me so your not
alone."
"I guess, but it's just not the same. I appreciate you trying to cheer me the last few days but I'm really confused and a little lost right now."
"Everything is gonna be alright, we graduate in a few then we'll be off to college where you'll major in dance and I'll major in business so I can be a world famous producer."
I laughed the for the first in three days. "I really think you should do something with your singing babe, you have a phenomenal voice."
"I've always wanted to since I was younger but my pops told me it was a pipe dream and I should look into something more realistic."
Moving between his legs I stroked his cheek. Whenever he spoke about his father his jaw would lock and he'd get this cold look in his eye. He's never told me about his relationship with his father but I assume it's not peaches and cream.
"How come you never talk about your dad?"
Chris shrugged.
"Boo, you can trust me, I've told you that."
"There's nothing to tell, B."
"Then why do you get so uptight whenever you mention him or someone asks you about him?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because that pathetic ass son of a bitch had the fucking audacity to put his hands on my mother then on me. Night after night I listen to my mother beg him to stop but he wouldn't."
I had my hands covering my mouth as Chris spoke and the tears filled the brim of his eyes and he held my waist tighter.
"Babe, calm down I'm sorry but you have to let that anger go. I know I'm the last person that should give advice but I do know the longer you let your dad control your life, the longer your gonna hold back on your full potential."
