The Chronicles of A Bitter Girl

Helpless

Tanya was getting ready to go to bed when she seen a text from Devonte.

Can you come get me, I'm downstairs.

'Get him for what?' she thought. They didn't make any plans beforehand so she had no idea what he could want. Now that she thought about it Devonte didn't text her at all today, not even his usual good morning texts. She thought he was just busy at work so she didn't bother calling him or texting him either. She checked the time, it was 11:00 pm and she just finished getting ready to go to bed because she had to work at 8:00 am the next morning. She got out from under her covers and put on her sandals so that she could go downstairs. She quietly opened the door and walked outside of the apartment. When she got downstairs she saw Devonte standing outside of the gate with his head facing the floor.

"Hey Devonte what's up?" she asked as she opened the gate for him.

"I just need to talk to you for a moment can we go upstairs please?" he said.

"Were you crying? What's wrong?" she started to worry. Something bad must've happened for him to have been crying.

They rode the elevator up to the fourth floor and walked to the apartment. He followed her to the room and she closed the door behind them.

"Okay Devonte can you tell me what's wrong? Your eyes are bloodshot red and your voice is hoarse. Plus you haven't texted me all day." she said as she sat down next to him. Before Tanya could ask him another question he started crying. Crying didn't even describe what he was doing, it was more like sobbing.

Tanya did the only thing she knew how to do for someone who was crying, she embraced him. She hugged him so tight that she felt her breasts begin to suffocate her. He put his head on her shoulder and continued to cry for 5 minutes straight before he finally spoke.

"I went to go speak to my old best friend today about what really happened between him and my ex. He told me everything." he croaked.

"I thought you were over the two of them though. What could he have told you to get you like this?" She asked him.

"You know I drove around for hours before I came here? I wanted to run away again and just up and leave but where would I go? I have nobody to talk to and I don't want to leave my mom. I came to you because you were the only person I could think of that would listen to me." He said.

"Devonte if you don't want to talk about it then that's fine. We could just lay here until you're ready to go or I can get you something to drink if you're thirsty." she spoke softly.

She helped him take off his shoes and tie then got him a bottle of water. Lucky for her she cleaned her room the day before and washed her sheets. When she got back inside the room she found him laying on her bed in his wife beater and slacks staring up at the ceiling.

"How you feeling?" she asked him.

"Like a fool, like crap, like a walking corpse, like I could kill someone, like my whole life went down the drain." he turned on his side.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened now?" She asked quietly.

He sighed, "I spoke to him and I found out that they started messing around the night I found out about my fathers death. I also found out that they had been going behind my back the entire time me and her were together. Everything I knew was a lie." he said sadly.

"Well Devonte I know it hurts but you should try to forget about them. Focusing your energy on what happened is becoming a poison to you. Don't you see how it's affecting you? It won't be easy to let go but you need to if you ever expect to move on in life." she rubbed his back.

"When something ruins your life it's kind of hard to just act like it didn't happen." he said.

"It's not about acting like it didn't happen it's about acknowledging that it did happen and trying to move on. I watched my sister get molested by my step dad when we were younger and I hated him for so long but I realized that I couldn't hold on to the pain anymore because it was destroying me. Staying mad at them won't help you progress Tae." she looked at him. She hoped he didn't mind her calling him Tae, it seemed appropriate for the situation. She waited for him to respond but he didn't move so she went and laid down facing him. He looked into her eyes and she could see all the pain, he was really hurt but there was only one way to fix it.

"You should come to church with me on sunday, I really think it'll help." she told him.

"Tanya I can't thank you enough for helping me. I really needed someone to talk to and you were here for me. I should've called or something before I came but I just needed somewhere to run to. I don't mind coming to church with you on Sunday." he told her.

He rubbed her shoulder and looked into her eyes. He leaned in for a kiss and she closed her eyes. All she could feel was his soft lips on hers and the kiss intensified. He climbed on top of her and she spread her legs open to make space for him. He took off her shirt and started kissing her neck, while rubbing on her thigh. She was wearing shorts so it was easy for him to slide his hands up to her butt and start massaging her right butt cheek. She took off his wife beater and started placing kisses on his neck all the way down to his chest. His chest had a tattoo on it that said R.I.P and another one where a hand was holding a cross. He was built and his skin was so smooth that Tanya couldn't help but let her hands explore.

He took off her bra and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. She didn't want to wake up any of her roommates so she moaned quietly into his ear. After he sucked her breasts she stopped him before anything else happened that she would later on regret. She turned around on her side and he laid down right behind her with his hand over her waist. Once Tanya heard him snoring she couldn't help but turn and watch him sleep. How did she manage to get this fine as* emotional wreck into her bed? She kissed his forehead and prayed for him then went to sleep.

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After she finished taking a shower she wrapped herself in her pink towel and brushed her teeth. Even though Devonte was outside of the bathroom and the door was locked she still felt like he was watching her. Not to mention she had to leave the bathroom in her towel so that he could come in and take a shower. Maybe if it happened quick enough she would be able to hurry up and get dressed with no distractions. She rinsed her mouth and slowly opened the bathroom door, she was hoping that he would still be in bed. When she peeked her head out she seen him siting on the bed staring out the balcony doors.

"You could come in and take a shower now, I'm finished with the bathroom." she said while using the door to cover her body.

He turned his head and looked at her, "You don't have to hide, I won't try anything if you don't want me to." he said as he stood up.

Tanya took that time to admire his body, he was only in a towel that she had gave him and it hung loosely around his waist. His chest and arms were well defined and the tattoos on his body looked 3D. He had a six pack with a V cut that led her eyes to the big bulge in the towel. His skin looked like honey and he had one big scar on his right side that seemed to just make him all the more manly.

"Heeelllloooo, earth to Tanya. Can you hear me?" he said as he waved his hands.

"Oh my bad, did you ask me something?" she said. She didn't realize that he was talking because she was so mesmerized by his body, she was embarrassed.

"Yeah I asked you if you want a ride to school?" he squinted at her.

"Yeah sure, that would be great. Thank you." she walked out of the bathroom and went to her underwear drawer, all the while avoiding his eyes.

He chuckled, "It's okay to look, just make sure you warn me next time so that I'm not talking to myself." he said as he headed toward the bathroom. "Oh and I'll let you look if you let me look." he smiled and winked then closed the bathroom door behind him.

Tanya fanned her face, how in the world was she supposed to resist Mr.GQ? Especially when he was so damn fine and not to mention funny. She had her work cut out for her but she could resist temptation right? Pre-Marital sex was not in her vocabulary after what happened to her and she didn't want him to mess up her wait for marriage. She finally had a man and life still wasn't fair. Or maybe she was just never satisfied? Either way she had to find a way to not give it up without him noticing that she was avoiding sex. Now they both were going to be bitter.