Recovery

Eighteen - A Mistake

Next Day
Narrator - Author

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Mayora hopped out the shower hearing the doorbell. She sighed before wrapping a towel around her body.

She walked to the door, lookin thru the peep hole, seeing Drays figure. She unlocked the two locks, then twisted the knob.

"Wassup?"

"Hey, I just got out the shower." She locked the door door behind him. "I'll be right back."

"Aight."

Drays eyes wandered to the bottom of Mayoras towel and could see her cheeks hanging out. He licked his lips and sat down.

He basically wanted to talk to Mayora to ask her about the bruises on her wrists, he knew Mayora was hiding something from him and he didn't like it.

Mayora slid on some shorts and a white tank top. She made sure to put some Vanilla Sugar lotion on and Dove deodorant. She opened the door and walked out seeing Dray on his phone.

His eyes looked up from his phone and he set it down.

"Why did you come Dray? Is something wrong?"

She sat across from him. She honestly knew why he was there, she knew he saw the bruises on her wrists and she cursed her self for not covering them up.

"You know why I'm here Mayora. Why you got those bruises on your wrists?"

She was quiet for a moment. "I was carrying something and it slid back on my wrists."

He chuckled before looking down. "You think I'm stupid? Stop fuckin' playin' wit me yo. Is his ass puttin' his hands on you?"

She looked down. She felt the tears slide down her cheeks before quickly wiping them.

"It doesn't matter if he is or isn't Dray, it's not your business."

Dray stood up, now angry that she was denying it.

"Mayora I don't need the attitude, I've had enough of it. Stop being so fuckin' stubborn and admit he does. Admit that you be finding these abusive ass niggas!"

At this point Mayora was annoyed. She got up getting in Drays face.

"You know what! Yes, he did put his hands on me! Want to know why? It was because of you! Because you came here, to our house. That's why he was mad and did what he did, Dray."

"So it's my fault? I was coming over to talk things out, because your dumbass caught feelings."

Mayora was hurt. She didn't understand why she was being treated this way.

"I fuckin' hate you."

Mayora started putting her hands on Dray, he didn't hit women, so instead he pushed her up against the wall, trying to move her hands.

"Mayora stop, because I will handle yo little ass right here. Don't play with me."

"Then do it nigga."

They both looked at each other. Dray searched her face and he what he had to do to fix this attitude she was having. He leaned down kissing her lips passionately.

Mayora was surprised and moved along with him. The kiss got sloppier by the second. Dray picked up Mayoras small frame and held her ass.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I fuckin' love yo ass." Dray mumbled.

"I love you t-too." She moaned.

He made his way down to her neck, leaving love marks. He walked into the guest bedroom and laid her down on the bed.