VIXEN

3.

"... She asked me If I do this everyday, I said often...

... bitches down to do it either way, often...

... baby I can make that pussy rain, often...

... often often, girl I do this often...

... make that pussy pop and do it how I want it...

... often..."

The Weeknd - Often. [xo.]

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Lorenzo.

"Lorraine?" I spoke in shock and disbelief. I didn't expect her to be here.

"Hey, I came by because you dropped your I.D in the coffee shop and I was..." She stopped in the middle of her sentence and looked down. I followed her eyes that led to the blood dripping on the floor.

"Is everything okay?" She asked looking into my eyes of pain.

"I'm fine." I said reaching for my I.D. She gasped at my arm, and I didn't care. "What happened?" She said yanking on my arm.

"Ow!" I said pulling my arm back. "Can I have my I.D please?"

"I want to know what happened." She protested. "That's none of your business." I said snatching my I.D and slamming the door, and I honestly felt stupid. Somebody actually cared and I just threw away the opportunity. She slid a piece of paper under the door, and it read her number.

I sat on my couch, staring at the blood stained piece of paper sitting on my coffee table. I wanted to call her, but I couldn't. I picked my phone up, staring at the dial pad. I couldn't call her, I didn't need to hear any questions.

-I'm sorry about earlier, Lorenzo.

I had texted her instead, I was too much of a bitch to call her.

It's okay. I don't want to push you, but what happened? - Lorraine

I knew she was going to ask that, and I didn't know how - or what - to respond. I couldn't just say, 'I cut myself because I'm a sad, depressed, lonely man.' That's not right.

Could I come over? - Lorraine

-Sure

I rushed upstairs to clean up all the blood off the floor, and counter. I put all of my razors in my drawer and hid my gun back under my bed. I changed into a long sleeve shirt to cover up my cuts. I finished cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, everything else was fine.

I heard a knock at the door, she arrived sooner than expected. I unlocked the door and let her walk in. I felt uncomfortable... I've never had anybody in my home before.

"Are you okay?" She asked sitting on my couch. "Yeah, what makes yous ask that?"

"You look tense..."

"I've never had anyone in my home before." I said rubbing the back of my neck. My sleeve had fallen down, revealing my cuts and scars. I watched her face drop to my arm, and I didn't move quick enough to pull my sleeve back down.

She got up and marched to me, yanking my sleeve up. I couldn't hide it anymore, she's already seen it... twice. I felt ashamed, I didn't want anyone to find out about it, and in all honesty, I wanted to run to my room and hide forever, but I couldn't.

"Did you do this?" She asked looking into my shameful eyes. I avoided all contact, and sat down. She sat down next to me and pulled my arm back to her. "Why are so interested in my arm?" I questioned.

"I want to know what happened."

"Why do you care?" She stayed silent and looked down. I knew she couldn't say why she cared, we were still strangers of some sort.

"I can't necessarily say why I care, I just want to get to know you."

"Why?" I asked.

"You ask a lot of questions..." She sighed. She took her jacket off and showed me the back of her arms, and there laid lots of scars. "Did you do that?" I mocked her. "Yeah."

"Mind telling me what happened?" I said leaning forward. "Only if you tell me about your arms." She negotiated. I sighed, feeling defeated. "Sure."

"A couple of years ago, I used to be a cutter." She started. "Why?" I questioned. "I was lonely. My family cut me off, and I have always been anti social, so I didn't have any friends. I was depressed, I felt like nobaody wants me."

"Why did your family cut you off?"

"I made some bad decisions my family didn't approve of. They kicked me out, when I was seventeen, and I have been on my own ever since."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"I'm twenty two." I replied.

She finished explaining the rest of her story, and we're not so different after all. "Now could you please tell me about your arms?"