Gonna change up the writing style…sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.
Roc POV
I’ve been here for three days, going home only to shower and to get fresh clothes. I sat here in this same chair, for these long three days. Sitting by her side, wanting to be next to her as soon as she opens those beautiful eyes of hers. Everyday I replay the times we’ve spent together in my head. All I see…is her smiling. Laughing. Being happy. She didn’t deserve to be in here, not someone as sweet and caring as her. But after all I’m pissed at myself. Why? Because I made her a promise. One that I didn’t keep.
Flashback-
“Baby?” she said as she saw me looking around her room. “Huh?” I replied looking down at her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked. “Nothing important.” I kissed her forehead.
Then I heard a knock on her bedroom door. She got up and went to open it. I didn’t know who was at the door but as she opened it, she froze. She tried to say something but she couldn’t, she was still in shock. I got up and walked over to her.
“Babe you okay?” I asked. I looked at the door and there stood a guy. He had on a white polo sweater, black jeans, and the new black lebrons. I have to admit I was impressed by his shoes, but that’s beyond the point.
“Babe? Leslie, who is this?” he asked her. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. “I’m her boyfriend.” I said speaking for her.
“Boyfriend?” he chuckled. “Are you serious? Really Leslie? I thought I taught you better than that.” “You didn’t teach me anything.” She said between clenched teeth. I decided it was time to actually step in.
“Yo, do we have a problem here, or do you just act like a d*ck everyday of the week?”
“Yo shut the f*ck up. Leslie getcho a*s out here so we can talk.” He said.
“No.” She replied as she stepped behind me alittle and held onto my arm.
“No? Who the f*ck do you think you talking to? Have you forgoten who I am? Now if I were you I’d do what I said before you regret your actions.”
“Yo, you need to stop talking to my girl like that before you regret YOUR actions, bruh.” I said stepping up to him.
“Baby stop.” She said tugging on my arm. I pushed her hand away.
“You need to listen to yo lil b*tch before you f*cked up son.” He said smirking. “Now as I said leslie c’mon and bring yo ass out here before I have to teach you what happens when you don’t listen to daddy.”
I looked at leslie and she looked scared, like she was about to cry almost. Hell no. F*ck this.
“Man f*ck outta here with that sh*t. Talk to my girl like that again and something real bad is gonna happen to you. Try me bro.”
He smirked and grabbed leslies arm pulling her out of the room and onto the floor, slamming her.
“Haha and that’s exactly where b*tches like you belong. On the ground. Now getcho a*s up before you mess up my shoes, b*tch.”
With that I lost it. Nobody talks to my girl like that, or any other female at that. I tackled his a*s and pushed him against the wall, bashing his face and stomach repeatedly. He got in a few good hits on the back of my head but that was nothing compared to the damage that was getting done to him. I knocked his head against the wall, before punching him in the jaw, causing him to fall over. I kicked his now motionless body with all my strength, until I saw leslie. She was curled up into a ball. Hugging her knees while crying. She looked at me, then at him before she started shaking and crying louder and harder which lead to the non-stop hiccups. I got that n*gga up and literally threw his a*s out of the house before returning to her.
I picked her up, while she grabbed on to my shirt staining it with her tears. I laid her down and held her while kissing her forehead many times. Once she calmed down, we decided to talk about it.
“So that was him?” I asked her. She told me that, that was the guy that cheated on her with her sister. But what she didn’t tell me was that he was abusive.
“Why didn’t you tell me about that?” I asked her
“Not exactly a chapter in my life that I wanted to revisit, Roc.” She said lookng away from me. “Every night. It happened. Sometimes because I didn’t cook him dinner when he came over. Or for some of the simpliest stuff like tripping over his shoes. He called everything. B*tch, sl*t, h*e, worthless. Anything you can think of, he’s called that.” Tears started flowing again. “ The worst part, nobody believed me when I told them. Told one of the teachers at school. He found out, Beat me for that. Roc….that man BEAT MY A*S. Every night and nobody cared. That’s why I was waiting so long to tell you I liked you. I was afraid.” She wiped her cheek.
I stroked her face and smiled at her.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore. He’s not coming back here.” I whispered.
“How do you know?”
“ I just do trust me.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For defending me.”
“No need to thank me. Its my job.” I kissed her lips.
She looked into my eyes. “Can you promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“That you will ALWAYS protect me?”
“I promise, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We kissed again, before she layed her head on my chest falling asleep. I knew one thing I would protect this girl with my life.
Flashback ends-
I broke the one promise that was partially building up my relationship. I could protect her from a douch like that, but I couldn’t from something like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hated me now.
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