I woke up to the sound of him on the phone pacing the room.
His spanglish was so fast I had trouble understanding it.
I sat up and brushed my hair out of my face. I pulled the covers off and sat sliding his slippers on.
I brought my knees to my chest and yawned shaking the sleep away.
"I don't give a shit! If I have to do it myself let me know! That cabron has it coming."
I frowned and got up, he saw me and hung up coming closer.
"You good?"
"Yeah. You're the one that seems upset."
"No." He said through a tight smile. "I'm good."
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General FictionShe lived down hall, I've never seen her eyes and all I've heard her say is "Please don't!" or "Stop!". It's always been like this, I honestly don't know why she hasn't left that sorry ass nigga yet. But who am I to say anything? I don't even know...
