Dream Girl | Dave East

dream girl 5

After driving in the car with Keyaan, we had finally arrived at my apartment. I was relieved to say the least. The car held so much built up tension inside that neither one of us didn't dare open our mouth. I stepped out of the car speaking a soft thank you. I had sobered up partially but still felt myself stumble over the invisible cracks in the ground.

Making my way up the stairs of my apartment complex, the loud sound of heavy footsteps caused me to stop and turn. Keyaan was right behind me. "What do you think you're doing?"

"We need to talk." He shrugged motioning for me to continue walking. I sighed and rubbed my hands through my curls. I wasn't ready. The night that I showed up at his house, I was barely ready. But after him reacting like he did after four words, it made me wonder how he would react after a whole damn essay.

My palms began to get sweaty as I sent him a simple nod. My hands shook slightly while I continued to my door. Opening it, I stepped in and closed it quietly behind him. "Keyaan," I paused glancing at him. "I really don't think that this is a good time."

"Make it a good time. You show up out of nowhere after 3 years. Don't you think that I deserve to know why you left?"

"Yes, but not right now. I j-"

"YeS bUT NoT rIGhT NOw." He mocked shaking his head. The nervousness soon began to go away. Here I was trying to spare his damn feelings when he's sitting up here mocking me. Fuck it.

"You know what?" I opened the door back. "You can leave."

He stared at me while I glared back then started chuckling. He walked over to my sofa and sat down. I stood there awkwardly with the door still open.

"Come sit your stubborn ass down."

I groaned and slammed the door with much needed force and walked over to the couch, taking a seat on the opposite end. I couldn't help but feel his hard stare carving holes into the side of my face while I sat completely still, staring at the blank tv screen.

"Why did you do it?" Was the first thing he said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why did I do what?"

"Leave!" I jumped.

"It wasn't intentional Keyaan, I swear." I sighed and stared into his sad eyes.

He was quiet for a few minutes. "I tried every way possible to get in contact with you, my number was blocked..." He shook his head looking at the ground. "It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest Jodie. You left me after I told you I loved you and you didn't even say it back."

I shook my head not having anything to say. "I don't feel like talking about this Keyaan."

"Well I do!" He growled. I turned my attention towards him watching his lip twitch. "Well I don't." I said firmly.

I got up storming away into my bedroom, sighing when I didn't hear his heavy footsteps behind me. I slammed the door and wasted no time stripping out of my clothes. I walked towards my dresser and started pulling out some clothes, when my bedroom door opened forcefully.

My first instinct was to cover up my body that was filled with multiple burns and bruises. The hard glare that he held turned soft when he caught a glimpse of the ones I had on my thighs. He walked closer towards me while I took a few steps back until I was backed into a corner.

"He did this?" He spoke just above a whisper.

I sighed and looked at my feet as the tears in my eyes threatened to fall. When I was younger, no one knew what Rakim, my ex, use to do to me. He beat me in more ways than one. Physically, mentally, emotionally. When he felt like he wasn't getting what he asked for fast enough he would beat me, burn me with cigarettes. It got so bad that I had been to the hospital over 20 times in the last two years.

I used to think that I loved Rakim but really, I just loved what he could do for me. That is, when he actually gave a fuck about me. He was so self-centered and arrogant yet so insecure. He believed that any man that glanced at me wanted me and that any man that did this had sex with me. Pathetic.

I was stupid to stay. Yet, I believed that he was sorry, and that he would never do it again. Me being naive and ignorant if you ask me. I was knocked out of my thoughts once I felt my chin being lifted.

The second that I seen the hurt look in his eyes, I broke down. I couldn't hold it in. I personally didn't think that I still had something to hold in. I thought that after I beat Rakim for the first time, that I was free. But the boulder lifted off of my shoulder was only temporary.

Keyaan's strong arms, wrapped around me tightly while I sobbed. I cried harder once I felt his tears hit my shoulder. He picked me up and carefully carried me to my large bed.

He laid me down and observed my body with tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He cried.

"It's not your fa-"

"Yes it is. I-I should've fought harder." He laid his head on my stomach shaking his head while crying.

"That nigga not going to ever hurt you again. I promise you that." He mumbled against my skin soon before I felt soft kisses against the many bruises that coated my body.

He lowered his head toward my legs and continued to place kisses on the many parts of my body while silent tears slid down his cheeks.

"I promise." He repeatedly whispered against my skin. He lifted his eyes to mine before leaning up and kissing my forehead. He moved my body under the covers, tucking me in.

"I'm going to go, okay?" His voice was shaky but firm. He turned on his heels to leave but paused once I called out to him.

"Can you like-" I sighed. "Can you just stay until I fall asleep."

He smiled a small smile and walked over to the bed, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jeans before climbing behind me. He wrapped his arms around me for the third time tonight and I relaxed against him.

"Goodnight." I spoke.

"Night."