Dance for me

53

Cookie

"Ouch." I mumbled trying to put on the false eyelashes. I finally got it on and looked at myself in the mirror while blinking my eyes.

I went to the full body mirror and looked at myself in the dress. I didn't put so much makeup on just enough and my dress reached mid thigh.

"Shit the muffins." I said sneaking something burning. I walked out the room then down the stairs as fast as I could.

"Making something?" I stopped seeing Meek pull out burnt muffins out of the oven. I didn't say anything just watched as he threw the muffins away.

"Im sorry."

"Yeah." He said nodding. I took his hand and led him to the backyard where the table was set. I pointed to a chair that was already pulled out. He got the hint and sat.

"No I'm sorry for slapping you I should have never put my hands on. I'm sorry about the whole Trey situation and I'm sorry for my attitude towards it." He stared at me not saying much. He looked me up and down before licking his lips.

"You good." 

"I'm serious Rihmeek." I said frowning.

"I'm serious to. You been going through some shit that I don't know about yet. It's cool I understand." I let out a breath. We stayed silent for a little bit.

"What's up with you?" Rihmeek asked. I knew exactly what he meant. I stared at nothing in particular.

"I've been having flashbacks and nightmares." At first he look confused then he gave me a knowing look.

"How long this been happening?"

"I don't know. Weeks? It's like their currently happening to me as if it's not a flashback. I honestly think I'm going crazy." I said looking down in my lap. Meek out his finger under my chin making me lift my head up.

"You ain't crazy ma. Don't worry we gonna get you help. I got you baby." I sighed and bit my lip.

"I woke up one night after dreaming I was getting beat and used, in blood. Like I woke up in blood then I closed then opened my eyes and it was still there. I started screaming. Kim came in the room and when I looked around the sheets it was absolutely nothing but the patterns on the cover." Meek frowned.

"Damn. I knew I should've came down with you. Aight first thing in the morning we going to find someone you can talk to. Someone good." I sighed feeling relieved. I closed my eyes contemplating whether I should ask him. We stayed quiet. He took my hand rubbing it with his thumb.

"You know I would never put my hands on you right." I bit my lip and nodded.

"Nah day that shit out loud." I looked at him in his eyes.

"Yeah I know you would never hit me." I said softly. I sighed and pulled my hand back.

"Meek I want you to be completely honest with me after I ask you this question. I was in the room helping you unpack and I found one of your shirts." I took the shirt from under table where I had put it then in the table showing him. He had that "shit I fucked up" facial expression on.

"I don't own any type of lipstick like this. At first I wanted to pour bleach on everything you had but what's the point? What would that gain me? I just want to be mature about this situation. What's the story behind this?" I asked showing him the collar with purple lipstick around it.

He didn't say anything. The sounds of crickets and cars driving up the street filled our ears.

"I ain't even going to lie to you there's no point. I went to the club with the boys, we all got high and was drunk as shit. I went and got a lap dance from a dancer. By then I was out of it. I was feeling some type of way with you so I fucked up and let shordy stay a little. She got comfortable and started kissing on me and shit. I swear nothing happened besides that I mean it was about to be something more but I stopped that shit."