Aron
My eyes nearly bucked out my head when I seen what they was looking at.... Tasija was on the ground
she was balled up hugging her knees, her clothes were torn and she had a black eye. I starred in disbelief and horror, she was to beautiful to be in this state. I noticed a dude in blue was finna approach her, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back he looked at me like I was crazy. I brushed past him and kneeled down beside her, she had her eyes closed and was mumbling something. I scooped her up bridal style, she was tense at first but she loosened up and grabbed onto my neck laying her head on my shoulder. I mugged the nigga in the blue as I walked past them niggas, they all watched as I carried her down the street. I walked up Isaiahs porch steps and tried to get my keys out but failed to do so. I lightly kicked the door waited for the door to open. I noticed Tasija was sleep in my arms, I also noticed she had more than a black eye her lip was busted and had a purple bruises all over her face. "Damn" I mumbled. Isaiah then opened the door and looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. He stepped aside so I could come in I seen he had his 9 behind his back. I walked past him and went up stairs to my room I gently laid her body on my bed I walked downstairs and grabbed the first aid kit out the main closet. I didn't notice Isaiah was sitting on the couch.
"What happened to ole' girl?" he asked I stopped in my tracks.
"I don't know all I know is somebody fucked her up." I said shaking my head in disbelief. "What can I do to help?" he asked I was kind of shocked that he said that cause Isaiah ain't that type of nigga to stop what hes doing just to help a bitch. "Uh can you go pick up some Ginger ale and some panties or something she can throw on." I said he nodded his head and walked down the hall to his room.
I climbed up the stairs. I walked back in room and into my adjoined bathroom. I run her a bath and laid I my black Polo boxers and my black and white Polo shirt. I put that on the bed before and went back in the bathroom and put a couple small towels and a big towel on the toilet seat. I walked back in my room and sat on the bed by her feet. She didn't have any shoes or socks on and she looked cold. I shook her gently so I wouldn't scare her. I shook her again and felt her tense up. She shot up and moved back against my head broad and started crying and shaking her head no. I got up and walked closer to her trying to show her the I wasn't gonna hurt her she back up more but she wasn't going anywhere. I stopped and decided to back up giving her some space.
"Look I'm not tryna hurt you ma, ok " I said putting my hands up like I was surrendering. She didn't speak but she would keep on crying. I hate seeing that, it messes me up for some reason.
"I ran a bath for you and set some clothes out for" I said pointing to the bathroom then to the clothes she kept starring at me and there was an awkward silence. I decided to leave cause I might be creeping her out. I started walking towards the door.
"Wait" she said in a soft tone.
" yea" I said turning towards her.
" Can you help me" she said looking at the bed spread. I had a confused look on my face then seen she had looked weak and tired I walked to her side of the bed and scooped her back up she grabbed a hold of my neck. I walked in the bathroom and sat her on the bathroom counter.
"Do you still need help" I asked she nodded a little she looked ashamed to ask for help. I pulled the oversized dirty shirt she had on over her head. once it was off I could believe my eyes she was hella skinny, you could see her ribs she had a big bruise on her stomach and when I looked at her back in the mirror my eyes widen and I instantly got pissed she looked in my eyes then in the mirror a single tear fell down her face as she put her head down. She had bloody whip marks and bruises all over her back, she was hunched over and all you could see was rib and spine. I looked down at her and pulled her into a gently hug she cried on my shirt for about 15 minutes when she was done she was sniffing. I left her head up with my index and middle finger, we made eye contact but she looked down again. I pulled her off the counter and helped her out of her torn black shorts she had on a black matching bra and panties set. Her under wear was stretched out. I looked into her eyes tryna get an OK to continue she nodded and looked at the floor once again. she turned to the mirror so I can undo her bra. when I unbuckled her bra and started to slid it down her shoulder she moaned out in pain her C-cup boobs had blue and purple marks on them I tried not to look but I couldn't stop staring at her beautiful body. She started crying again and I stepped in front of her so.I could block her from looking in the mirror. She starred at my chest, I held her hand as she stepped out her underwear. She was completely naked, I turned her around by her hand so she wouldn't look in the mirror. I refreshed the water and tested it, I helped her slowly get in the tub. she sat back in the tub whimpering in pain at first then completely sitting back. Her water was getting dirty with blood and dirt. I let the water out and pulled down the shower head attachment. I let the warm water run down her body and in her hair. I rinsed some of the blood and dirt off her I made another bath for her. I grabbed one of the little towels and washed her up, I gave her another little towel so she can wash her private area. I left out the bathroom to find lotion but couldn't find none she would want to use, so I went down stairs and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Isaiah always had girls stay the night and some of them take showers before they leave. I look under the sink and found some cherry blossom lotion. I grabbed it and jogged upstairs and went into my room I knocked on the bathroom door and got no answer I knocked again and heard whimpering I opened the door and seen her balled up in the floor naked. I grabbed the towel off the toilet and put it around her. I scooped her up in my arms and walked in my room and laid her on my bed I kicked my shoes off and took my crewneck off. All I had on the my white wife beater and my pants. I guess I'm not going to school today.
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