I'm His

9

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It was 2 something in the morning and I couldn't sleep.

I did everything I could to fall asleep, but nothing was working.

Ping

My phone rang off and the notification told me it was a message from Ace.

Are you up babe?-Ace

Yh I'm up what's wrong?-Me

Do you know how to wrap up wounds?-Ace

Um yh why?-Me

You'll see just come open the door.-Ace

I got out of bed and adjusted my short shorts and walked downstairs to open the door for him.

I flipped the light switch on and was almost blinded by the brightness.

I opened the door and Ace was standing there in a  bloody white t-shirt, his knuckles was bloody and he had a bruised up face.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked with concern laced in my voice.

"I got into a fight." He simply said then shrugged.

""I got into a fight."" I mocked him but I was mad.
"Why were you fighting?" I asked.

"Because." He shrugged again.

"Ace don't play with me." I said getting more upset.
"Why were you fighting?" I repeated.

He rolled his eyes at me the walked past me inside the house.

He walked over to the couch and sat down, then looked up at me and motioned for me to sit on the side of him.

I rolled my eyes but closed the door and went to sit on the side of him.

"I box...... that's where I was today." He started.
"I had a fight and it was going good until coming close to the ending of the fight. I was starting to lose and my opponent was talking the most shit about me. I stood there and took everything he was saying until he brought up my sister." He said and he voice cracked.

"You don't have to talk about it right Ace." I said lifting his arm over my head so I could hug him.

"Thank you............. it's not that I don't wanna tell you......... just not right now." He said pulling me closer to him.

"It's okay." I reassured him.
"Do you want me to clean the cuts now?" I asked.

"Yes please." He replied and looked me in my eyes.

I saw a look in his eyes that I never expected to see in Ace Santiago's eyes.

He was vulnerable. He was in deep pain.

I wanted to help him through it. I wanted to let him know that someone is always going to be there for him.

That I'll always be here for him.

But another expression was on his face that made me leave it alone for now until he was ready.

His face was telling me that's he's fine.

"You okay babe?" He asked me smiling a bit.

"Yeah I'm fine...... come on let me clean you up." I replied and took him to my bathroom to deal with his cuts.

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"Babe! Babe! That shit hurts!" Ace yelled at I poured rubbing alcohol on his cut.

"I know Ace." I giggled as his grip on my hand tightened.

"That's not funny." He groaned then hissed in pain again as I poured some more on him.