Yenai George is ready to start her new life in her new apartment when she meets mysterious drug dealer, Erik Stevens who she immediately has an instant connection with. Erik takes Yenai on a trip of ups and downs as he battles his own demons and str...
A/N: Okie Dokie... This chapter is a bit darker than the previous one. Yenai goes on to explain the reason behind her anxiety attack and goes into detail about her sexual assault and self harm. Like before I will put up the trigger before those parts. If you have an issue with anything written in this chapter, please don't hesitate to DM me! (Please read A/N at the end!!!) 15+ Votes and 10+ Comments for the next part 😇💙 (A SHIT TON OF SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! You've been warned😏😈)
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Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sexual assault and self harm (Trigger warning), Smut (ending it on a good note to lift y'alls spirits) Fluffy fluff soft boi!Erik (so cute!!!! goals af)
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Yenai's POV I sat on Erik's couch silently. He was great though. He got me blankets, a glass of water, an assortment of snack, and put on a cheesy Lifetime movie. He sat beside me with enough distance between us.
"I ordered pizza while you showered," he said. "Pizza makes everyone feel better. I got wings too." Holy fuck. This man is absolutely perfect. We stayed quiet for the next few minutes, his eyes intently glued on the movie. "What kind of bullshit is this? These bitches made a deal to get knocked up at the same time? IN high school? Man, that's that white people shit..." I feel the corners of my mouth turn up slightly. He noticed my smiled and gently patted my foot. "You know imma take care of you, right?" I nodded. "Good. As long as you know..." I looked at him oddly.
"You're not gonna ask what's wrong with me?" I asked quietly.
"Nah," he said. "If you wanted me to know, you would've told me by now. And you don't gotta tell me anything until ya ready." Wow. Was this a dream? No one is this perfect... Or maybe he just is... I moved from the end of the couch over to him and placed my head in his lap. He stroked my hair.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Stop thanking me," he insisted, then kissed the top of my head.
"I'm just surprised you haven't gone to kill Jon yet," I said.
"Well now that I know he caused this, best believe it's gon be handled accordingly," he promised. "But you're my priority, baby girl... I gotta make sure you good before doin' anything else."
"How'd you know what to do?" I asked. "No one's ever been able to help me through an attack... And I haven't had one since I was a teenager..." He didn't answer right away. But finally he took a deep breath.
"Because I used to have them," he admitted. I sat up and looked at him. "I don't anymore but... Going through that shit alone was scary. I just did what I wanted someone to do for me. I personally don't like being touched during it so I wanted to make sure that I asked you before trying to comfort you."
"What caused them?... If you don't mind my asking..." Again he hesitated to answer.
"Fuck... I guess it's time I told someone, right?" He sighed. "They started around 11, when my pops died. He was murdered by his brother in cold blood. Then they just left his fuckin' body there for me to find. My moms was locked up so they tossed me in the system... I couldn't even bury him!" He was biting his teeth and balling up his fists. He wiped his eyes quickly and I pretended not to see. "I was in and out of foster homes until I was 15 when I got into Annapolis by lying about my age. After that, I went to MIT and once I was done, I went off to the SEALs. It was war, after war, after war. The shit you see over there... It changes most people, but, it only helped me. My uncle is still out there... And I'm gonna kill him." He was digging his nails into his palms so hard, I had to grab his wrist to relax him. He took a deep breath and unballed his hands. "Yeah... So that's me..." I wiped the tear about to fall from his eye.
