𝓛egal 𝓓esire 💎 (UNDER EDITING!)

Chapter 21: Acquainted

Vea's POV

           I was currently laying in my bed watching Netflix surrounded by a bunch of pillows and blankets while eating Chinese food. I looked over at my phone and seen it was about to be 8pm. All I did now was go to school, work, then straight home. I was perfectly fine with that since I enjoyed my own company anyway. I haven't been in touch with my friends except Preciosa and Shyliek lately. My main attention was on my mother since I was scared the aneurysm could rupture any minute now.

I still haven't told my mother about the incident with Khaillurah. I didn't want to kill my own mother with such news so I kept it to myself. When she asked about the bruises I just told her I got into a fight after school and left it as that. I knew Essence kept her promise since I definitely kept mine.

Khaillurah's been blowing p my phone with calls, texts, and FaceTime requests all damn day yesterday. I didn't give a fuck about what he had to say. He was a bitch in my eyes. What type of nigga put his hands on the woman he "love" or however he felt for me and spit on her? Degrade and belittle her? Not trust her? That definitely wasn't my type of nigga. He was fine as all can be with his sexy chocolate ass but his personality when he was drunk and high was absolute trash. I wasn't ready to speak to him and I'm positive I never will be. Fuck that nigga.

I got up to go use the bathroom and change my pad. My period started yesterday so I'm sure that's why I snapped and tried killing him. I wasn't sure if that was the reason but Imma just go along with it to not sound psychotic. But then again that nigga hit you, you had every right to stab him. I loved my inner me, she was definitely right when I was doubting myself. I changed my pad and washed my hands, looking at my face in the mirror. I seen the bruises and swelling going down but I still had a mark under my eye. The pain on my face wasn't as intense as they were since I kept putting ice on it.

Breaking my thoughts I flinched at the sound of somebody knocking on the door. I walked out to the front door and placed my ear against it. "Who the fuck is it?"

"It's yo baby daddy." It was Dajon.

"My nigga now ain't the time what you want?"

"Man quit playin' girl and let a nigga in." He said aggressively.

I rolled my eyes and huffed childishly as I unlocked the door. I opened it slightly and gave him the mother of all glares. "What nigga?"

"You gon step aside and let me through?" He stepped closer to me.

"For what?" I gave him a stank face.

"Vea I'm deadass not fucking playing with yo dumbass." He clenched his jaw and looked me in the eye.

I flinched at him and turned on my heel, flipping my hair. "Hurry the fuck on in here then."

When he came inside he slammed my door a little.

I turned my head at him and snapped. "Nigga you don't be payin' no bills in here don't be slammin' my shit!"

"My girl you deadass trippin' the fuck out yo like calm allat hot shit down mami." He sucked his teeth and walked to the couch, flopping down on it.

"Why you sliding to my brib?" I sat across from him on the other couch, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Come sit in daddy's lap and I'll tell you." He said patting his lap and smirking.

"Nigga let's not play these games." I rolled my eyes. "Answer me, nigga."

"What I say?" He looked at me and stood up, flopping down next to me. He grabbed my hips and forced me on his lap. He held a tight grip so I wouldn't try squirming around. "My girl fuck you got these marks on yo face, for?" His narrowed eyes scanned all over my face.