The University: Freshman

Chapter 26

Angel

Same day as Chapter 22

When I got to the "dog house" most of the lights were still on, so multiple people were still up. I was hoping and praying he was in here. I knocked 3 times before stepping back.

"Well if it isn't the heart breaker." One of the twins smirked crossing his arms. I don't know if this is Dustin or Deshawn so I call them twin.

"Is he here?" I asked getting straight to the point. He nodded his head and looked down twice indicating that he was in the basement.

"Thank you." I whispered before sliding past him and down the stairs. The steps were creaky as hell so wasn't no creeping up on him.

There he sat chillin smokin with the tv on. The tv was watching him at this point.

"I don't know who the fuck let you in but you can let yoself back out." He said opening his eyes slightly before closing them back.

Pride is a motherfucking bitch.

"I shouldn't have said what I said. I also didn't mean what I said."

"Why are you here?" He asked voice raspy as hell.

"I'm here to apologize. I was foul as fuck and I'm sorry. I spoke my mind without considering your feelings." I sighed.

"Ight cool. Whatever feelings you thought I had for you dead and gone." He said finishing the blunt. Ouch.

"Ain't no way feelings just magically go away in 2 hours." I said taking small steps forward.

"Shiddd with the right words anything can be broken within a few seconds." He said.

I stopped moving and stared down at my shoes. That line hit me hard because it was so true.

"I was scared." I spoke softly still looking at my shoes.

"Scared of what Angel because I ain't give you nothing to be afraid of." He snapped at me.

"Not of you but just the idea of relationships." I assumed he heard the vulnerability in my voice because he patted the spot next to him. I slowly walked over there and sat.

"What's up man? Why'd you freak out?" He asked and I bit my lip contemplating if I wanted to tell him about my last relationship. Hell not even Jayda or Nevaeh know.

"Dontae I used to get beat in my last relationship. Like bruised ribs fractured wrist type beat." I mumbled but he heard him me clear as day.

"Fuck you mean?" He asked sobering up quick coming down from his high.

"I used to date this boy Evan. He was 19 and I was 16. At the beginning everything was great and I was so happy I just knew I was gonna marry this boy, but then that's when shit hit the fan and the fan never turned off. I would always sleep over at his apartment and one night he brought a bitch home forgetting that I was there and I told him I was leaving. He back handed me so quick and shut me up, but then he realized what he did and kicked the girl out. He spent all night making up for it and of course I forgave him because I honestly thought it was an accident." I said just staring out into space.

"Angel you don't have to tell me." Dontae stopped me grabbing my hand. I shook my head and gave him a small smile before continuing.

"Months went by and we were just okay. I wasn't happy, but I wasn't miserable. One of his homeboys tried to get with me and when I told Evan he didn't believe me. He went straight to his friend and his friend lied on my name saying I was flirting with him and trying to seduce him. He came back and beat me unconscious. The next incident was when he saw me hugging my brother. He didn't make a scene or nothing, but as soon as we got to his place he cut me with broken glass. By this time I knew I was in an abusive relationship and when I tried to get out he put me in the hospital. He told me that um if I tell anyone what really happened he'd kill my mom in cold blood. So of course I kept quiet." By this time I was crying having to relive what happened but it felt good to tell someone.

"I think he used to get this rush whenever he beat me because it happened damn near everyday. He would have his friends stalk me whenever I wasn't with him and if I did something out of line he'd beat the shit out of me." I admitted.

"So, that's why you freaked when I told you they were watching you?" He asked and I just nodded my head wiping my tears away.

"Baby I am so sorry. I had no idea." He said and he pulled me on his lap.

"If I'm gonna tell you I might as well tell it all right?" I said letting out small chuckle.

"There's more?" He asked shocked.

"I was pregnant and uh he didn't want the baby claiming it wasn't his and that I fucked one of his homeboys. I wasn't gonna get an abortion though so when I was 6 months pregnant he kicked me down 3 flights of stairs. Then he left me there at the bottom bleeding. I knew instantly I lost the baby." My voice cracked and I broke down. Dontae didn't say anything to me he just held me tight.

"He would've been 8 months on the 14th." I croaked out.

"Let it out." He shushed me holding me closer. He kept kissing my head and apologizing.

"What happened to Evan?" He asked after 5 minutes of silence.

"I don't know. My mom sent me out here to live with my auntie for the summer before I came here."

"So that nigga still out there." He said more to himself.

"I didn't want what happened in my past stop my future and what I have with you which is why I came to say sorry." I admitted.

"It makes sense now. We good you don't need to apologize for shit." He said looking down at me.

"Thank you for listening nobody but my mom knows that story. Not even my twin brother knows what happened. He just assumed I wanted to leave early to get accustomed to Georgia." I said he leaned down and pecked my lips.

"Nah thank you for trusting me enough to share that. You one strong ass female." He said and I grabbed his chin and pulled him into a kiss.

Despite the slight salty taste from my tears the kiss was amazing. His hands went from my head to my butt before giving it a nice squeeze. The creaking of the door made us pulled away.

"So y'all made up?" Twin asked and I looked at Dontae who nodded smirking at me.

"Cool. We bout to invite some hoes over and I was just tryna see if you needed one, but you good." He said before walking away.

"That nigga a fool." Dontae chuckled before gently pushing me down on the coach.