Her Keeper

Chapter 71

--Julliet Parris--

I sat at the dining room table poking my food around. Like I'd done every night since I got home from the hospital. Everyone ate already and the kids were asleep, while Geo was probably in our room, attempting to study.

It had been about ten days since he made me start learning to run my company by myself. I was catching on, but the more comfortable I got with something, the more my depression sank in. My eyes travelled toward my wrists where fresh cuts were made. I stared at them for a moment before I stuck my fork into a stalk of broccoli and pushed it into my mouth.

"Ain't that food cold?" Geo's voice startled me, causing me to flinch slightly.

"It's fine." I mumbled as I watched him make his way to the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"You've been eating that for over an hour now." He pointed out as he uncovered the bottle and took a swig from it.

"I said, it's fine." I repeated on another mumble.

"Cool." He shrugged ad he walked away.

He didn't even care about me anymore. My eyes watered and the broccoli I attempted to swallow seemed to take a billion years to go down. I stood up from my seat and took my barely eaten food with me. I threw my food away, washed my wares and headed up to our bedroom.

Geo was already in bed when I entered our room. He was getting more rest now I've noticed, since he no longer has to deal with my business as much.

After my shower and getting dressed, I climbed into the bed beside him and to my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer.

"I love you." He whispered in to my ear, causing my heat rate to increase.

"I love you too." I whispered back to him.

"I was only trying to protect you, Jules." He reasoned. "It may have been harsh, but that's all I was doing and you still up and did your own thing. Got yourself hurt, baby and it's hurting me." I couldn't even say anything. I didn't know he felt that way. I didn't know he cared.

"Ok." I whispered.

"You didn't eat, did you?"

"Not really." I admitted.

"You need to eat ok? " He said, making me not my head.

"Ok." Was all I could say.

--Geovanni Parris--

"There she go." Elliott pointed toward Skylar getting into her car. We had both been sitting outside of her apartment complex in my truck for close to two hours now and she finally decides to show face.

"Follow the bitch." I snarled.

"This is exactly why we didn't allow your ass to drive." He shook his head. "You probably would've tailgated the woman by now."

"I would've ran her ass off the road." I gritted.

"See?" He shook his head again.

About an hour later we, I mean, I had  Skylar's ass pinned up against a wall by her throat.

"Listen hoe, I know that your ass set my wife up!" I yelled in her face.

"I didn't do shit." She gritted.

"So where was your ass when some nigguh was taking advantage of her?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "Huh?" I tightened my grip around her throat.

"Fuck you and that bitch!" She yelled.

"Oh, you gon' regret that." Elliott interjected as he chuckled.

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I quietly entered my house and made my way up to me and my wife's bedroom. To my surprise, the bathroom lights were on and she was not in the bed.

I sighed and made my way into the bathroom and what I saw made me sick to my fucking stomach.

"Jules, what the fuck?" I exclaimed, causing her to look up from her slumped over position at the sink. Blood was pooling in the sink from fresh cuts inflicted on the inside of her left arm. Her eyes were red, swollen and had dark circles around them.

"I don't want to live, Geo." She croaked out, causing me to snap out of my tance.

I marched over toward her and gently grabbed her bleeding arm, then I grabbed the other one tightly and stared into her eyes, which reflected nothing but pain.

"I used to feel that way when I first came to live with you and your pops, Jules and you know what happened?" I questioned. She shook her head at me. "You happened. You began staring at me with your big, beautiful brown eyes in the middle of the night when you thought I was asleep. You innocently pecked my lips one night and the emptiness I had been feeling everyday since my parents' death was replaced by everything. I wanted to live again. Not for me, Jules, but I knew I had to live for you. I didn't want to die and hurt you. I had somebody to live for. I had somebody to protect and as much as I never admtted my feelings back then, because they always made me feel guilty or confused, I loved you like I do now and I could not stand hurting you, Jules. I knew that I meant something to you and you meant everything to me. I would do anything for you to keep your out of harm's way or keep you from hurting. I wish I could make a your sorrows mine and give you all my joy, because as long as you're happy, I'm happy. For once, do something for me. Do something that proves your love for me, Jules. I'm not asking to die for me. Don't ever die for me. If you're ever given that option choose to walk away. Always walk away. Let them kill me. Just promise me that you're always going to choose to live for me. I'd lose my fucking mind if I lose you. So when I get mad or upset because you're about to do something stupid, it's only because I'm terrified, Julliet. I can't lose you. I couldn't take it. Promise me that you'd always choose to live for me. Promise me that I'll always come home and you'd be waiting for me. Promise me that if you were to choose between you and I, that you'd choose you. I'm your keeper, your protector in life and I'd be just that in death. Promise me you'll let me keep my sanity, baby. You can't die and leave me here."

She only stared blankly at me as I rambled on ranting to her, until her unharmed hand came up and wiped tears I was unaware of from my face.

"How could you love and want damaged goods, Geo?" She mumbled.

"The same way you loved and wanted me when I was just a broken tennaged boy." I countered.

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~Dolly