Javier
"She is so beautiful, she's perfect. Everyone has flaws, but she is flawless in my eyes. Samuel is not the right guy for her. I've seen bruises and black eyes, fighting too be seen through the honey thick layer of makeup. Why do I love her so much?" I sadly said to my play brother Chresanto.We all call him Chres though.
"Well, well, well, so you love the girl down the street."
"Of course, typical you Chres, judging me, wait a minute how do you know who I'm talking about?" I realized I didn't even say her name yet.
"Nigga, how else would I have known? " Chres rolled his eyes in annoyance. Then he raised his left eyebrow and smirked at me. No this boy did not do what I think he did.
"You wouldn't." I said coldly.
"Oh, but I did." Chres spoke epically
"Nigga you read my diary!"
"Maybe, maybe not we'll never know now will we." Now he's just toying with me.
"Yes or nah?" I questioned annoyed.
"Obviously, oh art thou almighty slow one." Chres spoke in a "Duh" tone, while taking a huge bite out of his red apple.
"How did you even know where it was?" I shook my head.
"Boy, you keep everything under your mattress, like for example, your guns." Chres stated a fact, while chomping on his apple.
"Well, with all that being said where is my diary—I mean journal, at right now? Did you put it back?"
"James has it." Chres stated nonchalantly, while waving his hand around like what he just said didn't even matter. All of a sudden I heard James annoying laugh come from upstairs. I rushed upstairs, busting into James room. He was on the floor in tears from laughing so hard. Some nerve. He stood up and began laughing again, probably harder.
"Nigga..." I looked him up and down.
"Man, all these poems about some chick for real?" I slapped James upside his head. Then commenced to snatching my diary – journal as well.
"She's not just "Some chick" James."
"Oh really, well have you –-." I heard fast stomping coming up the stairs. It sounded like running, Chres running, since he's the only other person in the house. Why would he be running? Aw shit here we go.
"Man, Javier it's some woman outside banging on the front door." Chres semi shouted out of breath. Just like I said, here we go.
We all ran down stairs and looked at the figure banging on my glass-wood doors.
"Open the door, it's raining, the woman obviously needs help." I shook my head anxious to see this person.
Lauren
Lying on the couch, listening to "The Weeknd: next", trying to relax never last long.
"Lauren, bring your ass over here right now." I heard a gruff voice say from afar loudly through my headphones. I turned my head slightly seeing his tall, built stature standing by the entrance of the kitchen. I kissed my teeth annoyed, yet scared of what he might do this time.
"Now Lauren!" he shouted. I rose up off of the love seat, put my phone in my back jeans pocket, and then walked over to him.
"What?" I rolled my eyes.
"What are you doing?" his voice calming down, only about five percent.
"Listening to music why?" I seriously was not in the mood for him asking me stupid questions.
"Lauren, you know what I meant hoe, what are you planning?" he asked coldly.
"Nothing!" I shouted in irritation. "Liar!" he slapped me in my mouth like he was the devil himself. He slapped me so hard I hit the floor in the process effortlessly, coldly, carelessly is how he hit me.
"Stop hitting me Samuel!" I shouted with a bass of courage I never felt before.
"First you want to be disrespectful, now you want to back talk to me!" Samuel kicked me in the stomach twice with so much force.
"I mean that is how a conversation works, or should I say argument." I rudely retorted back to Samuel. His facial expression looks just like mine, surprised. I couldn't even figure out how I spoke those words. I've never talked to him that way before.
"I'm leaving you, happy now?" I struggled but stood up becoming face to face with him, his eyes burning with rage and lust. I touched my now bruised cheek and jaw scoffing at the fact he hit me again. I shook my head looking side to side. Samuel grabbed my forearm tightly, flesh ripping tight.
"Samuel, what happened to you? Why do you do this? What have I done besides trying to love you, I thought you loved me. You hate me I see that now, if you hate me so much then why do you keep me here? You cheat on me, practically rape me, abuse me, kill my soul, and stab my heart, why? That's all I want to know." Samuels's eyes went from his original dark ocean blue eyes to the pure darkness called black. What had I done?
Samuel just smirked at me then tried to kiss me. I darted my head to the left avoiding the deadly kiss. He dropped me back onto the floor, and then walked up the stairs mumbling to himself. I was as silent as a mouse, trying to hear any little sound he could possibly make. I heard a door shut. I automatically thought of the gun we keep in a closet. I heard a gun cock and shift, oh shit. I rushed to the front door and began to run for my life.
