Love me (A Princeton Love Story) •ON HOLD•

Chapter 14

Prince. . .

I looked down at the time on my cellphone, it reading: 2:52a.m. That means it'd been almost two hours since our argument. YN hadn't came out to use the restroom, to get a drink, to talk, anything. I was hoping I would see her after the first thirty minutes.

And since I didn't, I'd decided that I'd have to take the blame for this one. Just as I'd gotten up and walked to the hallway, preparing to knock, the room door swung open. YNs arms were around my neck before I'd even known it. "Please don't leave me again, Jacob." She plead.  "Its okay. I won't be going anywhere for a while." I assured her. She nodded her head in my chest and wiped a tear.

From that point, I knew that she'd been truly broken. I hadn't wanted to have any thing else but help fix her. I can't do it alone ,though. I thought. But who could I get to help?

Craig? No, he has baby mama drama right now. Maybe Ray could help. But then again, he would just go off telling on me. But there was two more people that I knew could help. . .

Chresanto and Rachel.

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Yn. . .

A newborn day had finally risen upon us. I slowly cracked open my eyes only to see Jacob staring at me, expressionless. I scrunched my eyebrows at him. He brought his hand up to my face and laid it on my cheek, examining my features as if he were confused. He softly moved his fingers along my face. By this point, I'd been completely confused and uncomfortable.

"What?" I finally asked.

He ignored me and continued to trace his fingers along my face, becoming more frustrated as he did so. I grabbed his hand and moved it, facing the other direction. He was still for a moment, quiet of my reaction. Then he finally spoke.

"YN" He called of me confused. After I didn't answer, he called my name again.

"YN"

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Where you having a bad dream last night? "

For the first time, I actually don't remember having a nightmare. I barely remember falling asleep.

"No. . . I don't think so." I said.

He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke. "You kept slapping yourself last night. Hard. But there wasn't a mark left. . ." He said.

I turned and faced him. These had to be signs. "Jacob. . ." I voiced. He shook his head and sat up next to me. 

"They're just nightmares. You have been there for years, YN. Its gon' be hard to forget about those horrid things." He said.

I wanted to scream. But , instead of trying to argue, I just nodded and calmed down. We sat in silence for about a minute. I began to grow hungry and asked of him to get me food. He nodded and threw on the same sweats and sweater he'd been wearing and headed out. I laid back down as I heard the door shut, and stared at the ceiling. The only thing on my mind was what Jacob told me  about the whole "slapping" incident.

What had I been dreaming about last night?

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Prince. . .

I had went home to get Chresanto, and to my luck, he hadn't been there. I ignored all Ray's attempts to talk to me as if he weren't even there.

"So, so, so, much trouble." Ray said following after me room to room. I didn't even respond to any of his questions or smart remarks, for I'd been at haste.

I'd finally left, and I'd successfully gotten away without punching my brother in his throat. After I'd crossed the bridge and got to the end of the neighborhood, I called Chresanto on his cell and asked of him where he'd been.

"I'm at Michelle's house." He said, reffering to his girlfriend.  "What'chu need?"

"Come home." I said as I looked around to see if I could spot Rachel walking around anywhere.

"No, what the fuck.." He said in a tone that almost made me throw my phone at one of the passing cars.

Becoming inpatient, I quickly tried to describe to him why I needed him to come with food.

The phone grew silent, and I asked if anyone had still been there. He responded and said that he'd be here in about twenty minutes with food.

I smiled and hung up. Hopefully he'll bring enough food. I chuckled to myself.

I felt happy, because YN would probably finally feel better or normal again. As long as she has me, she could be safe. I don't know what it is, but it seemed like since the very first time I'd gotten a clear look on her and her body, I'd been in love with her.

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Yn. . .

I sat at the couch and stared at the television. What the fuck was I watching?

I looked down at the floor and looked around the living room. It had still been a mess from when I'd had a little tantrum earlier this week. Maybe I could do something nice for him, like clean up for him. It was the least I could do, well the only thing I could do.

I slowly got up and began to pick up the glass that had covered part of the living room carpet, from me throwing glass cups and plates at what I'd thought I'd seen.

"Shit.." I cursed from a cut I got from a piece of glass. I walked to the half empty trashcan and dumped what I'd had inside, turning around to prepare to wash the dishes.

Minutes after washing them, I'd took the rag and scrubbed it across the table and counters, getting them as clean as I could. I started to become satisfied of what I'd accomplished. I searched in the closets , looking for a vacuum. I found it and began to suck all the dust on the carpets.

After I'd finished cleaning everything that'd became dirty, I fluffed the pillows and sat on the couch, feeling barely exhausted. But I decided I would take a short nap anyway, waiting on Jacob's return.

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Haii guys ^_^ It's been a while, eh? ;/ But aww, now he truly feels he's in love. How sweet Jakey! ;-*