colors

04

date: december 31st, 1995

CHAPTER FOUR.

the music insides john johns' party had stopped, people had been looking at the strange white man in the apartment. amina didn't care about the stares she was getting, she diverted her attention to the man she was desperately in love with who was bleeding profoundly from his nose. he had been covering his nose with his hand to stop the bleeding and pain. he sat at the entrance of the apartment door, legs spread out as amina had squatted beside him.

"jeremy.. i'm sorry that happened. are you okay?" amina anxiously asked as she held his hand, forcing him to stand up and sit in an unoccupied chair in a corner.

jeremy's head was pounding from the beating nixon had given him and the bright obnoxious lights that were now turned on. elora and addox stood in front of jeremy, addox chuckling a bit. elora had pushed her shoulders into addox's hard and glared at him, addox looked over at her in pain while rubbing his shoulder in pain.

"ay', come to the hood as a white man, you get what you get man," addox said before continuing to laugh. elora shoved addox again and rolled her eyes.

"and i should beat your ass up, black man," elora sneered at him.

amina looked over at addox and rolled her eyes so hard that it hurt. she looked over at jeremy who looked back at her in despair. "can we go somewhere quiet?" jeremy pleaded quietly to amina.

amina looked back at elora and addox, both of them nodding at her before looking down at jeremy and pointing them to the balcony. amina held his hand as they both went towards the balcony. she slid the door over to close it, the music instantly started playing again and the lights went off inside the apartment.

it had been the two of them, alone again. jeremy leaned out against the rail while amina looked at him. even though his face was bruised, he still looked so good to her. she couldn't help it, she was so drawn to him. amina saw some napkins that had been displayed on the table in the corner of the balcony and took some.

"why did you come back?" amina questioned him, putting her hands on his face so that he was looking at her while she dabbed the blood that was on his face with the napkins.

"what i said was out of line-"

"yeah, you fucking think?"

"but i technically wasn't wrong."

amina stopped wiping his face and furrowed her eyebrows, the silence was telling. her lips were parted, shaped into an 'o'. she was shocked that he proceeded to insult her.

"you came here, to say the same shit jeremy? really? if so, get the fuck out. fuck you and fuck this. whatever the fuck we got going on."

amina threw the napkin off the balcony and began to make her way inside the apartment before she heard him say her name. she closed her eyes and balled her hands into a fist, still facing the doorway.

"wait, please," jeremy had said whilst grabbing her hand. he drew her close to him and turned her around, his back against the railing and his legs spread out. she was now in between his legs and looking up at him.

amina grew nervous looking at him and focused her attention down to how close they were. he is so warm, i miss being this close to his body, she thought.