milk chocolate imagines ; melanated kings edition

Black and Blue 》2

Requested by adorekeithpowers. I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like it.💛

Alexis drove to Keith's house. 2:26 a.m. was the time displayed on her radio clock.

"Ouch," She winced. She bumped her bruised knee on the middle console. She shook her head at the situation. She never ever thought she would be in this type of situation.

Well why won't she just leave? It's easier said than done. He never threatened her life or none of that, but she had the slightest bit of hope that he would get back to the old Roman.

Being the good girlfriend she was, she helped with his Law firm, even putting her own business to the back burner just so she could fully support her man. But that wasn't good enough for Roman. Nothing was ever good enough for Roman.

Alexis pulled up to Keith's apartment complex and turned off her car. She sat in the parking lot for 30 minutes just staring at his window, contemplating going up there.

"Fuck it," She grabbed her purse and left her phone in the glove compartment. As she walked up to his door, in nothing but a huge sweatshirt and a pair of Romans basketball shorts, she got nervous. She'd never talked about the abuse to anyone. Not even her mother. Keith's her best friend, they never kept secrets from each other. She felt like she'd betrayed him.

She knocked on his door and within seconds a shirtless Keith answered. He stood in the doorway wearing platinum basketball shorts and Nike socks.

"Lex, what are you doing here?" He asked calmly.

"I-I needed to see you," She fiddles with her keys, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"At 2:30 in the morning?" He asked leaning up against the door.

"Its important, Keith. Please."

Keith looks at her attire, the purple hickies painted on her neck, and the cut on her lip. He nods for her to come in, but notices how she's walking, or limping. He picks her up bridal style, kicks the door closed with his foot, and carries her to the extra bedroom.

He lays her down carefully and steps back to lean against the dresser.

"Why the fuck you didn't tell me he was hitting you?" He asks, his jaw clenching.

Alexis is slightly taken aback by his words but complies with an answer. "3 months."

Keith scoffs and rubs a hand down his face. "Fuck you mean 3 months? Lex, I'm your best friend. You couldn't come and tell me that this motherfucker was putting his fucking hands on you?"

Alexis breaks down. Of course she knew could come to him, but she was embarrassed. She sees she hurt him and that's hurting her even more.

"Keith, I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to say it. I didn't know-"

"How about, 'Keith, I need your help. This nigga is hitting me'. That didn't cross your mind?" His voice softens at the end.

She looks up at him and sees his eyes glossy. She'd hurt him deeply.

"Alexis, I love you. Been loving you. Always gonna love you. That shit ain't going away no time soon. I can stand to see you hurting like this and you didn't even tell me..."