H U R T

Chapter 21.

BATTLE SCARS

Kimani's House, Monday, 4:37pm

Christian's P.O.V

Should I tell her? I asked myself. Standing in front of me was a girl, the first girl to show so much interest in me and my well being but I've only known her for about a month. I've had too many people act as if they care about me when they're just here to gain something from me or use me for their own mischief.

"Don't worry about it." I said trying to avoid the question. I was still fighting myself on whether I should tell her or not. I really didn't want to waste my time on another person, another false friend. I sat down on the chair watching her stand in her same spot.

"What do you mean don't worry about it?" She asked with her hands on her hips, she definitely reminded me of my grandma, the way she acted in certain situations, the way sh- "Are you even listening to me?" She asked now standing firmly in front of me, her hands still on her hips, the wet parts of her top exposed her bra and the stray bits of her hair framed her face.

"I am, I just don't want to talk about it, please, let's just chill and watch something OK." I reassured her by getting up and walking into her living room. I sat down on the four seater and watched her come in looking frustrated, she sat on the single sofa directing her vision to the television. "What should I put on?"

She shrugged, still focusing on the television. Airing me I guess, cooool. I changed the Channel to Film 4 and they were playing Alvin and the Chipmunks, I'm not moist but this movie is live, so don't even try and at me.

Halfway through the movie she sighed and rolled her eyes once I turned to look at her, although the movie was on there was an awkward silence in the air getting me annoyed. She was really airing me and moving mad just because I didn't want to tell her my personal business. It's not that deep.

I got up and stood in front of her mimicking what she was doing before. "Move." Was all I got out of her as she stayed seated and her eyes fixed on the television. I sat down on her causing her to wiggle underneath me. "I can't breathe Christian, for fucks sake get off of me!" She yelled waving her arms and screaming under me.

"Nope." I said laughing at her. She hit me in the back. She hit me in the back hard. Shit stung like a bitch but I had to firm it, I couldn't look like some bitch.

"Christiaaaaan!" She yelled gasping for air. I got up and looked at her huffing and puffing in the seat. Her hair had come out and was slowly cascading down her face.

"Speak to me then." I said watching her try and gather herself. She was so beautiful, even in this state, hair messy, wrinkled top and her chest heaving up and down rapidly as if she had just been chased.

"Ok, you're a heavy bitch, there." She said rolling her eyes getting up from the sofa. I laughed following behind her, she started up the staircase and I took a few paces behind her to watch her bum jiggle involuntarily. She was really thick, it was the second thing I noticed about her, her thighs had the smallest gap and her bum always sat right in her jeans. I watched her walk into a room which seemed to be hers, slamming the door in my face. I chuckled and shook my head as I turned the knob and walked into her room.

Her room was nice. It was like them YouTube rooms, them ones that teach you how to put all that shit on your face. Heey I'm blah blah and this is how you add chemicals on your face, this will help you deceive men kinda tings. "Kimani, can you just speak to me, you're moving mad yah know." She turned glaring at me laying on her bed.

"Well Christian, are you gonna tell me why you have all these scars or..." She asked poking her head out as she raised an eyebrow. It's been an hour and some change and she was still trying to make me tell her shit, the fuck, move on.