I groaned when Mijo turned me around to face him feeling a pain in my side.
"You alright?" He asked me.
I nodded.
"You have blood on your forehead." He said worried.
I sat up too fast and felt an immidiate shock in my leg that traveled down my leg and through my foot making my ankle seem like there was a million bricks on it.
I screamed in pain leaning forward holding myself up. Mijo looked at me worrisome helping me put my back to the headboard. Sweating now because the pain I wiped my forehead.
"Cyn look at me." He said looking at my forehead.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
He turned and went into the bathroom running the tub.
Im trying so hard to ignore the pain in my foot but it seems almost unbearable.
Mijo walked to me scooping me up bridal style now dressed in just basketball shorts.
"What are you doing?" I whined.
"Imma fix you."
"But im not broken ." I whined as he stepped into the bathroom sitting on the toilet seat lid.
"But your in pain with cuts?"
"Yes."
"Then let Mijo fix you up." He said leaning in for a kiss.
"Fix me up?"I mumbled against his lips.
He double pecked my lips.
"Yup." He said laying a long kiss on my lips then taking his shirt off of me then my underwear slowly putting me in the warm tub water that was filled with bubbles.
"Now let me check you out."
He turned my head to him gently. Then he softly put my hair up holding it checking my neck and shoulders then my boobs he was just staring at them.
"Babe my head does hurt." I groaned.
He shook his head.
"Sorry." He said blushing a little looking at my sides.
"You have a cut on your forehead bruises on your side and your ankles pretty bad." He said then left.
I sighed leaning back my eyes feeling raw as a headache slips in.
"Here."Mijo handed me a water bottle then ibuprofen. I took it then he put a piece of sandwhich to my lips.
I slid it from between his fingers with my tongue eating it.
He sat on the floor beside the tub closing the door he picked up a blunt from beside him and lit it passing it to me after drying my hand.
Then he lit his own blunt.
"Thought you stopped smoking" I said to him.
"I did." He said smirking.
"And what happened? "
"I needed to smoke you just really stressed me out 5 minutes ago."
I laughed.
"You're so scary."
"Alright ms.incredible"
He said turning to me wiping my forehead at first it burned then he blew on it putting neosporing on it with two bandaids.
I put my arms around his neck.
"That makes you mr.incredible." I said pecking his lips a few times
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Rigging The Game [Urban]
Teen FictionThis whole society is at war. With guns , for money , for food, for struggle , for life and understanding. The littlest things have way more meanings to it then they're thought to. Our whole government and lives are full of foreshadowing most don't...