Thug Luv Pt. 1: Beginnings

You Need A Thug

The next morning Scott had already left to catch his flight back to Philadelphia. I was glad he was gone. I stretched and pulled myself from the dingy mattress to head to the kitchen. He'd left me flowers and an apology note on the table. "I love you, but you gotta stop making me angry(:." was the PS.

I rolled my eyes and ripped the note up, tossing it in the garbage bin.

Stop making him angry? Huh. What a laugh. I tried my best not to provoke him but he always seemed to find something to hit me about.

I hated having him around but I loathed the empty feeling I had when he left. Something I'd do when he was gone was imagine things between us were perfect. It helped with how depressed I was being there all alone. I couldn't seem to do that this time though, mainly because of last night.

Scott used to tell me how beautiful I was and that the only reason he never hit me in the face was that he didn't want to "ruin" it. Last night though, he did hit me in the face. It was evident that he didn't find me beautiful anymore and was trying to make sure no one else did either.

I broke the roses and threw them in the trash too. While I was tying the bag of garbage my cell phone rang from the bedroom, I ran to check it. I got there too late and the screen showed a missed call from Darryn. I smiled and went to call him back but he rang me before I could, I answered right away.

"Hi, Darryn."

He laughed on the other end, "You can call me Ryn, ma."

"I like Darryn better," I teased him. "And you can call me KD, I don't know who this "ma" is."

"Fine, girl! You picked up fast, that asshole must be gone, huh?"

I walked back to the kitchen and pulled myself up on the counter, "Yeah, he's gonna be gone for a few months. ECW needs him back there."

"I thought I recognized him," Darryn said. "How'd you meet him?"

I sighed, "I was a fan. Kobe and I got backstage passes one night and saw him at a table signing autographs. I gave him a mini-poster I had of him to sign and he did and wrote his phone number on the back of it too. We started calling every night, then going on dates. I was even his valet for a bit. He bought us a place out here, now here we are..."

He got quiet. "He hit you when you got home?"

"Hit is an understatement. He straight beat me," I said. "Nothing new though..."

"Yeah that muthafucka's dead"

"Hey, listen you ain't gotta save me from nothing...-",  I started.

He interrupted me, "I'm serious, KD. But scratch that, why don't you come stay with me while he's gone so I can keep you safe and company. I know you don't wanna be there all alone."

I sighed, "I don't want you to see me like this."

"Shit, probably still the most beautiful thing around here. Just come over and stay with me, okay?"

He told me his address and hung up before I could argue.

I didn't think it was a good idea but he was right, I didn't want to be alone. I hated it when he left me in this dark, dingy apartment. It stunk of musk and the cigar smell we could never get rid of. The green carpet was dirty and worn, it was so thin that there were holes in some places, and there were black patches of old chewing gum stuck in the fibers. The flower decorated wallpaper had turned brown and yellow, we were told whoever had it previously was a heavy smoker. Lastly, we had absolutely no furniture other than a small, circular table with two stools and a dusty ass couch. We slept on a queen-sized mattress on the floor in the bedroom.