Damaged Heart

chapter eighteen

August

I looked everywhere. I can't find her, and she haven't said anything since her last scream. It was hours later from the last scream and I was worrying sick. It was killing me and I was already tired as hell. I had already dropped Roscoe cut off, taking mine going back to Dre house, maybe we both could try to find her or sum.

"Aye Dre!" I called out, as I walked in the door. He came out the kitchen.

"What's up? Where kiddo?" "I don't know." "how you don't know???"

I sighed. "I'm Finna change shoes.." I said going upstairs. "You still didn't answer my question!" He yelled from downstairs. I took those shoes off and put some more on. Then I heard a bump sound against the front door. I went back downstairs ,going to the door opening it. I looked down and saw Mercedes with just a sheet over her, looking straight ahead.

"Mercedes.." I said low. She didn't even budge. I picked her up bridal style bringing her in the house when Dre came out the kitchen.

"Aw damn.." He said low, looking at her. She wasn't even talking, she just was looking start ahead. I took her upstairs to the bathroom, sat her in my lap as I ran her some bath water.

"Mercedes talk to me..." I said. She didn't , she only closed her eyes as tears began to stream her face. The water was ready and the bubbles were high . I picked her up, taking the sheet off her , sitting her in the tub. She looked down the whole time, maybe she was embarrassed.

Didn't wanna give me eye contact. But as I examined her with all the bruises, hickeys and scratches upon her body, I wish I could look in her eyes. Eyes says a lot, without the person speaking. Believe me, if these eyes could talk, you would understand me better. He hair covered her face, as she kept her head down. I was hurt, it hurt really bad.
I couldn't stand seeing her sad or hurt like this , it cut deep for me.

"I'll let you have some time.." I said getting up. I walked out, closing the door with a loud sigh. My feelings were so crazy I can't even explain them.

"Man is she ok?" Dre asked coming upstairs. I shrugged.

"She won't talk to me or even look at me.." I said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Damn man what the fuck happened?" He asked, i explained to him bout her screaming out and how I tried to find her but I couldn't get the direct direction from where he voice was trailing from.

"Man please get her out that shit.!" He said.

"I am believe that, I am.." I said, he nodded going to his room. I heard the tub drainage come on and I heard the water move. I went in the room and got her some clothes , going into the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her as she looked at me.

"Here ya go.." I said low , handing her clothes. "Thanks.." She mumbled, taking them . She took her towel off, started putting the clothes on. When she was done, I happened to notice her leg.

"Come here.." I said sitting on the toilet. I sat her in my lap as I looked at her leg, which had a deep cut in it. I looked at her other leg and saw her ankle was swollen.

"Hold on.." I mumbled. I went under the sink and got the first aid kit, starting to clean her leg. She hissed a bit from the sting.

"It's ok.. Gotta clean it.." I said continuing to clean it then wrapped it up. I stood her up and took her to the room as she got in the bed. She put her ankle on a pillow, leveled so the swelling would go down.