Briggs
"No, Briggs, I don't need you or anyone." She seems to be hurt as she got worked up. I wanted to see what she said when I asked this.
"How do you know you don't need me if you've never had me?" I smirked, seeing I was working her up; she was not expecting me to ask this.
"Cause I like you." She said softly before she walked out.
Holy shit. Did she just say she likes me? "Wait!" I called out. But she kept on walking. I throw my sheets off and wince in pain as I try to move. I bite the inner part of my cheek, screaming as I stand up, completely forgetting about my injuries. I just wanted to make her come back. Shooting pain went up to my back, my hip gave way, and I fell to the ground.
Fuck!" The pain was like a fire burning and stabbing in my back. It took me three tries to get on my knees; I grabbed hold of the bed and pulled myself up. My legs were shaking like a young deer trying to walk for the first time. With all the strength I had in me, I gripped the handrail of the bed and pulled myself up. Taking a seat, beads of sweat slid down my forehead. What a fucking joke, sweating getting into bed.
I used to be able to run with a man on my back or drag a man for a mile until we got to safety. I was like a child learning to do everything again.
Now I had to sit here in pain because of this girl that is not like most girls I've met. I hope she comes back. But knowing me, she'll run.
Why do I even care?
Closing my eyes, I turned off my thoughts of Layla; I couldn't let her in.
......
Layla
I left him; I was crying, not sure why maybe because he made me feel things. But he was like, what all guys, after just one thing, sex. At least he's honest.
I didn't know what I expected from a man, but I would like to think that at some point, one will want me for more than my body.
I was almost home when my phone rang in my purse. I pulled it out and sneaked a peek, and saw the rehabilitation center. I answered it; I put it on a Bluetooth speakerphone.
{Conservation}
Layla: Hello?
Briggs: Hey!
My pulse skipped a beat hearing Briggs's voice. Catching me off guard, I couldn't form a word.
Briggs: Hello? Layla?
Layla: Sorry, uh...hey!
Briggs: I'm sorry.
Layla: You don't have anything to apologize for.
Briggs: Yes, I do. I made you uncomfortable, and I shouldn't have said what I said.
Layla: which part?
Briggs: Just the way I went about things. I was trying to get a rise out of you.
Layla: It's OK; at least you told the truth instead of lying about who you are.
Layla: I think I should stay at my previous job.
Briggs: No, please stay.
Layla: Briggs, it's better this way.
Briggs: I want you; I don't want anyone else.
Layla: I don't know if it's a good idea.
Briggs: I'll be good.
I wiped the tears that were sliding down my face.
Briggs: Are you crying?
Layla: No.
Briggs: Yes, you are. I can hear it in your voice.
Layla: I need to go.
Briggs: Why are you crying?
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RomansaBriggs Saint James lives fighting for his country. His love for serving his country runs in his blood, it has made him a strong fighter and headstrong individual. But when it comes to a woman or finding the one, he's not there. He'd rather fight wit...
