Scattered Stars

Chapter 28

Simba had two dad's and he turned out fine.;-)

"Gay pride was not born out of need to celebrate being gay, but our right to exist without prosecution. So instead of wondering why there isn't a straight pride movement be thankful, you don't need one."

Happy Pride month. :-) 🎉🎆👫👬👭

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Dian

There was an annoying shrilling sound invading my head and my body felt like it had been piled on by bricks. I felt sticky and disgusting, I was able to recognise all that with my eyes closed but what I couldn't recognise was the weight of a body sleeping on top of me.

I opened my eyes slowly but groaned at the burning feeling my eyes experienced as they tried to get adjusted to the light.

When my eyes finally accepted the light I saw springs sprouting from a head. I didn't need to look further down to know it was Naledi, she looked so damn peaceful I could have sworn she was an angel.

Her dark lips were slightly open allowing small puffs of her breath to tumble down my chest. Her eyes were shut closed and I could see a purple-blue bruise around her left eye and the memories of last night's party rushed through my mind, some of them anyway.

I could remember her dancing with different guys, their filthy hands wrapped around my Naledi, it was something my mind refused to accept. Guy after guy my patients kept thinning and when she began dancing with that tattooed coloured guy it just snapped. I could see that she was having a good time with him, the way she moved her body around him annoyed me to the point where I lashed out.

Everything else after the fight is a blur.

Hell, I don't even remember how Naledi got here.

I heard a whimper coming from Naledi and I didn't realise I was squeezing her at the memory of the jackass I got into a fight with.

She released a huff before fluttering her eyes open. Her eyes peered into mine before she sat up and quickly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and I sat up too.

Neither one of us had yet to say a word to each other and to be honest, I was a bit nervous to hear her response, I'm pretty sure she blames me for her blue-eye.

We stared at one another, it was clear she had something to say but she was trying to put her mind in order.

"I should probably leave, your mom is going to be up here soon." She mumbled standing up from the bed and I could see she was wearing one of my t-shirts, she looked so fucking beautiful. The tshirt stopped in the middle of her thighs making her gold legs seem like they were carrying on forever.

I reached out to her but winced when I felt a sharp pain in my arm. "Shit." I hissed before checking out what was causing the pain.

There seemed to be a gauze wrapped around my arm for some reason.

I ran a hand down my face before looking towards Naledi, she was watching me quietly." What happened to my arm?" My voice was a bit groggy from just waking up.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head no but stopped because it felt like my brain was sloshing all over in my skull.

She took a deep breath and released it, " well, you got a tattoo."

"I what?!" I was shocked, I've never been one for tattoos, the thought of having something permanently engraved into my flesh did not sound too appealing to me but Pete had a few good looking ones (even though he cried like a baby when he got them) but considering that mine was a drunken mistake, it could be a shitty one.