Host of Imperfections

Chapter 43

At a lost for words I paced the area right before my bedroom door- out of sight and all the while discretely listening to Solange pour her heart out over the phone to that asshole she'd been messing with. If you ask me, she needed to be calling the damn police and pressing charges but instead she called the exact reason as to why she was here in the first place- asking if he'd 'come pick her up'.

Apparently before she ended up shit out of luck, she was riding around with Ike Jr. and an argument sparked. Plain and simple, he resulted in forcing her out of the car and leaving her to find her own way home.

Just a few blocks away she walked over here waiting for no more than an hour until I arrived home and found her. She didn't even have enough time to grab her purse from the car before he drove off and left her, so therefore she had no way to contact anyone.

As much as I couldn't stand her little ungrateful behind before, it pained me to see her in this type of situation.

No one deserved to be treated like shit to justify someone else's anger issues. Never in a million years would I have wished this type of treatment on Solange and to be honest I was tired of the pettiness that kept us apart majority of the time anyway. Unfortunately it took something like this for me to realize it was time to put aside our differences and try to help my little sister out.

I was in the middle of damn near walking a hole in the floor when she jilted me from my thoughts with a simple 'Thanks' proceeding towards the front door while saying she'd wait outside for her ride.

"Solange, hold up."

She had already grabbed the knob and was about to walk out in a haste when I came down the hall and called out for her to stop.

She sighed unable to look my way until she composed herself. Clearly she was embarrassed by everything that was going on and I'm positive she never planned on letting anyone in on her little secret but the jig was up and I for damn sure wasn't going to let her get out of here that fast without talking first.

Taking in a deep breath as I approached her, I tried finding the right way to say this. "Please...tell me you're not going to keep dealing with this guy. Are you crazy?" I couldn't help but come off as irritated. Nothing pissed me off more than knowing someone was so careless about putting themselves in danger.

She scoffed and threw her head back before turning around and biting her quivering top lip. With tears lining the brim of her eyes and smeared mascara all over her cheeks, I waited for an answer patiently.

While shaking her head, her mouth formed a few times like she was getting ready to respond but she always seemed to get caught up with forming her words. Maybe because there was no positive explanation for your man to beat your ass like it was nothing.

"You do realize you're going to have to end this relationship right?"

"Look....I said thank you for letting me use your phone. That's all I needed, now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way." She snatched the door open again but I shut it making sure to stand in her way.

"It's really not this serious." She muttered on the verge of annoyance. She hadn't seen anything yet.

"I'd appreciate it if you told me the truth now."

"Everything is fine." She croaked; her voice sounding horse as she stepped back trying to put on a front. "It was just a minor little disagreement we had."

"So what happened to your lip? Those bruises I saw on you the other day definitely weren't from some random fight either I'm sure." I should've known then that I needed to say something but I guess I was in denial just as she was now.