Point of View : Anthony
CONTINUATION OF THE LAST ONE
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I brushed Jas's hair behind her ear as I watched her snore. She was so strong tonight. Much stronger than I would have been.
I lifted up her shirt and looked over the bruises. They were darkening over, and as I touched them, a tear slipped out of Jasmine's eye.
"Anthony. Don't touch me please." She whispered. I nodded and removed my hands, standing up to leave.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. How could someone do that to my baby?
I called Lin, and decided to speak to him.
"Aye. Lin. I don't know what to do. She won't let me touch her. She shooed me away."
"Anthony. She's probably feeling really violated. Just give her a few days. She's a strong lady. She just feels weak. Have Phillipa and Renee speak to her. They can help her out."
"Okay. Thanks man. Really needed some assuring at this time." I smiled, he could hear it through my voice.
"No problem. Take care of her man, alright?"
"I will."
"Goodnight."
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The Next Day
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I was woken up by arms clinging to me and a sobbing Jasmine.
"Jas! Jas! What's wrong?"
"I'm in so much pain."
"I know you are, baby. You have to rest tonight. Alysha can fill in for you. Lin will understand." I shushed her, rubbing her arms softly.
"But he gave me that role. He trusted me to be at every show."
"Jasmine! You are not going, you can go watch. But you will not perform. We will just have to break the news at the front door. You can still go meet people after the show if you'd like. But your dressing room along with your makeup and your costumes will be locked. You are not to perform tonight."
"Fine, Anthony. Sorry." She clambered off the bed and headed downstairs, me following her trail.
"Jazzy. You can't be upset at me now. I'm trying to care for you but your making it pretty difficult."
She turned around.
"Well maybe I'm a strong enough lady that I don't need you to care for me."
"I don't appreciate you talking to me this way." I responded clenching my fist. I was resisting the urge to backhand her. I know she was going through a rough time, but still.
"I'm not your daughter. I can talk to you however I want!" She yelled, stomping away from me.
I slammed my hand down on the table and she snapped around, eyes wide with fear. "You listen to me, you are my girlfriend. No one else's. I love you so much, but I swear to god. It's taking every ounce of me to keep from backhanding you. I want to slap you in the mouth so hard. Maybe then you would learn how much you mean to me. I hate seeing you so hurt. But when you act like I'm not trying, I get pissed. I love you so much. I love you so much but your acting like I'm not doing anything."
"Anthon-"
"No. Shut up. I don't want to hear it."
I stomped upstairs, fuming.
