When Will It End?

Chapter 4

***The picture above resembles what Arthur looks like***

I finished taking out the last braid. My arms were so sore from keeping them up for so long. I stared at my terribly messy hair in the mirror. "What am I going to do with this?" I turned the sink on and lowered my head into the running water until my hair was soaked. I squeezed some of the water out of my hair and reached for the bottles of shampoo and conditioner that were sitting next to the sink. I squeezed both into my hair and vigorously massaged in into my scalp and hair.

"Fucking tangles! This is why I can't go natural" I said as I struggled to finger comb through my hair. I rinsed my hair out and rung out the water. I stood up straight to look at the mirror. My tightly curled hair fell just above my shoulders.

"My hair is going to frizz up. I don't have no coconut oil, no shea butter, nothing!" I said to myself as I made my way to the door. I swung the door open was face to neck with Blake.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"My hair is pretty thick." I said pointing to my hair.

Blake raised his hand and ran his fingers through my dripping wet hair. Have these people never heard to never touch a black person's hair?

"It looks nice" he said before grabbing my arm and pulling me out from the bathroom.

Lies, lies, lies!

He dragged me to his room and lightly pushed me in. There was a girl around my age passed out on the bed. I stared at her with a worried look across my face.

"Don't worry, she's not dead. She fainted" Blake said before picking her up.

"She's a feeder slave" he said, walking towards the door. He laid the girl down on the hallway floor then closed the door.

"You're just going to leave her there?" I asked.

I noticed small blood stains on the collar of his shirt. I cringed at the sight of the blood. I can't imagine how bad it must hurt to be bitten.

"Someone will get her soon" Blake said as he unbuttoned his shirt, keeping eye contact with me.

I looked away from his exposed chest. "Um, I should go dry my hair."

I walked away from Blake to head to my room. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I turned to him, trying to not look at his well-structured body. He held a towel out towards me. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my head, rubbing as much water out as I could. A sharp pain shot through my shoulder, causing me to drop the towel.

"Shit!" I yelled out, grabbing my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked.

I rubbed my sore shoulder. "Washing my hair is a very strenuous job. My shoulder is a little sore."

"Would you like a massage?" Blake asked, as he sat on the end of his bed.

By who? You? Ha, I think not. "No, I'm good."

"Come sit" Blake said before patting a spot next to him.

I slowly sat down, making sure there were a few inches between us. Blake pulled the strap to my tank top down and gently massaged my shoulder.

"How's that?" he asked. Before I could answer, the door swung open.

"Blake, someone's here to see-" Jenna said stopping mid-sentence. She let out a little chuckle. "I'm sorry Blake. Didn't think you'd be starting so soon."

I scooted away from Blake, pulling my strap up.

"I was just massaging her sore shoulder, Jenna" Blake said, rolling his eyes.