Newark, New Jersey
O M N I S C I E N T
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women - do we hate our women?
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up?
I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep ya head up
-Tupac Shakur
As she laid there almost lifeless, he watched her intently. Her movements intrigued him and gave reason to study her. Even if it was just a simple blink of the eye, he felt the need to watch; he'd noticed that her lashes batted unusually slow. He had also noted that she slept with her mouth closed; which seemed foreign to him since he and every other person he ever came into contact with slept with wide mouths.
He tilted his head to the side watching as her brows rose in her sleep. He wondered what she might have been dreaming about; maybe she didn't dream at all, like himself.
Then his thoughts moved to him.
The him that had put such a sweet soul in a bad place.
He didn't understand. He wouldn't bring himself to try and understand.
He knew it was wrong.
His grandmother had always taught him to respect women and to never lay a finger on them unless it was to express his love towards them.
Although Laz grew up with a grandmother with morals, he understood that not everyone had the same upbringing and that everyone was dealing with their own demons. However, Laz knew that he wasn't the perfect man himself. He had Kay running around like a chicken with its head cut off and he knew it. He swore to himself that he would never feel remorse for a hoe.
But he in fact did.
He shook the thought out of his head, noticing that Iris was waking up.
She winced as she moved her body around in the uncomfortable bed, forgetting that she had multiple injuries. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how she would react to his touch.
Her low eyes wandered the room as her mind tried desperately to figure out where she was.
Then it hit her.
Her face hardened, thinking about what had happened to her. She closed her eyes and shook her head, becoming upset with herself for allowing such a thing to happen.
As she shook her head in disbelief, she opened her eyes. They landed on a familiar face.
"Lazarus?" She questioned. Trying to make out who the man was, she squinted as if that would make it any better.
He cleared his throat. "You don't recognize me?" He was hurt.
"My vision is blurry. At least I got your name right." She paused. "I did get your name right, didn't I?"
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