I slammed the door to the suite with tears making their way down my face.
I couldn't believe Quincy would do something like that to me. I've been nothing but good to him, even when he didn't deserve it I was good to him. I don't fucking understand where I went wrong. Too much love? Or too little?
Either way, it doesn't matter now. The pain is like someone intentionally ripping my heart piece by piece. My head felt heavy, and I felt a migraine coming on. I couldn't stop sobbing. I was hurt.
No no, I think I was beyond that. The pain was excruciating no matter how you put it. You don't do that to someone who wanted to give you their all.
I grabbed my things and began stuffing them inside of a suitcase. I'm fucking leaving. I can't take his shit anymore. I'm not going to stay in another whole other continent with him if he's going treat me like this.
With a taxi being my ride, I made my way to the Airport. My face felt sore and my eyes felt puffy. I felt disgusting. "Your flight will be leaving within twenty minutes ma'am. You may wait in the B wing if you would like". The administration assured. I nodded, tugging my luggage to a comfy chair. I didn't mind being here for long to be honest, anything to get my mind off Quincy. I was feeling quite hungry considering the fact that I didn't really get to eat. I decided to make my way over to Dunkin Donuts.
I came to a realization that I hadn't bought myself something in a long time. It was always Quincy buying this and buying that.
No Aubree, do not do this to yourself. Let him go.
I began to get teary eyed again, just from realizing that Quincy really broke my heart. My vision became blurry as I was walking, and I instantly thumped into something that felt equivalent to a pole. I rubbed My forehead blinking my tears away.
"My bad shorty". A gentle deep Voice, assured me. "It's alright". I commented still not taking a look at him. "Were you getting something to eat? I'll buy it for you if you like". I glanced up, my vision now clear. His beautiful curls sat at the top of his head, his milky brown skin complemented his thick lips and gorgeous brown eyes. He was... a sight.
"Uh, um no it's okay". I shook my head nervously. "It's really okay. My parents flight don't come until the next twenty minutes". I sighed, and gave in. We sat in the high chairs at Dunkin' Donuts, drinking coffees and eating pastries. "So what brings you to Paris?". He genuinely smiled, which was the most sexiest thing about his features. "I actually came here with my boyfriend". I hated calling him that now, he doesn't deserve that title. "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend". "Oh please, it isn't nothing to be worked up over". "What's going on?".
I proceeded to tell him everything. From the time we met all the way up until now. The only thing I left out was...him hitting me. I felt like that was something I should keep to myself. I would tell him when I'm comfortable.
"Damn mama, you got a lot on your plate. You think you gonna be straight? At least until you get back home?". "That's why I'm here. I'm on my way back home, without him". He stared at me for a little bit, not in a creepy way but it was cute. "My name is Lucas by the way. You are?".
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"Aubree". I stated sweetly, he nodded his head. "Aubree, that's pretty". I blushed a little. It felt so good, finally finding something to give my mind a break. "Can I take you out tonight Aubree?". I stared into his pretty eyes, and began searching for words. "This my hometown shorty I can show you the finest spots". "Really? Your from here?". "I lived here up until I was six and then moved to New York. Stayed until I was about 16 up until I was 19 and then moved back again. My parents was out of their mind moving back and forth like that. Gave me new experiences though". "Like what?". I asked, a little too quickly. A sly grin crept up on his face.
"Never mind that mama. I'm a changed man". He chuckled. I kind of liked his humor. "AUBREE!! Aubree!!". I heard the faint sound of screaming in the other direction. I turned, and instantly spotted Quincy running through a crowd. "That's him". "That Quincy kid?". Quincy immediately ran to my side. "Aubree baby I've been looking everywhere for you". His breathing was heavy, he glanced over at Lucas. "Who the hell is this?". Lucas jumped down from the high seat and approached Quincy. "Ayo Watch it brotha". Quincy laughed. "Fake Ass thug. You ain't nothing but a joke. Aubree come on. I'm taking you from this clown ass nigga". "She don't want to be with you homie. Nigga looking for his girl and found her at an airport". Lucas laughed and then became serious. "Only clown in here is yo ass". Quincy instead induced blows to his head, Lucas stepped back and emerged Quincy into a wall constantly punching him in his stomach. "Stop!!". I screamed, they were really making a scene. Quincy punched Lucas and the face and Lucas instantly came back with another. I got into the middle and tried to wrestle Their hands off of each other.
That night, I ended up in the hospital. A strong enough blow to the head to knock me out. I was in a short coma for hours. When I awoke, everything was a faint memory. The doctor was in my face with a clipboard, saying things that sound like murmuring at the moment. Luckily, no one was in the room with me. That's the last thing I needed, someone crying by my bedside. I was happy I was alone. "Miss". I snapped back into reality slowly moving my painful skull. "Yes?". "Did you hear?". "No sir". "I said it was lucky that you didn't get anymore blows. You could've harmed your child".
