Dark Romance

Why?

I looked at where I was. How the fuck you got a nice but  antique house but your clothes don't add up?

I turned a corner to find a big TV above a fireplace. The fire was going on and wood was cracking. The sounds were too familiar.

I sat down in front of it and found my phone sitting on a coffee table. I picked it up and called Carlos.

~°~PHONE CONVO~°~

"Kyra! Are you o..." Carlos froze in his words. I looked down so he couldn't see my face. "Kyra...what happened?" I heard him start to get angry and upset.

"Before you think it, he didn't do this to me. He saved me from certain death. This guy...he took me. He had beef with Priince. He killed his sister, his girlfriend, and his mother. He faced his biggest challenge to save me. But before he saved me, the other guy hit me. Threw me into trees. Put a knife in my side....Carlos...life as I knew it has gone away. I don't know what I am anymore....I'm changed....can I just talk to you about this dream?"

"Uh sure. And what do you mean change-"

"Do you remember anything about mom and dad?  Anything at all?"

"No, Kyra. Why?"

"I just....I need someone to talk to right now Carlos I can't do this." I started crying. "I'm sore, I'm in pain, I don't know where I am....and most likely the others will come atfter me. I'm scared Carlos."

Carlos couldn't say anything. He hated when I cried. Especuall if he couldn't help. "Lemme talk to him."

"Who?"

"Me." I heard Prince's voice ring through the room. I turned around and saw him leaning against the wall. I gave him the phone and turned around to wipe my tears.

"I thought she was gonna be safe." Carlos said sternly.

"I can't guarantee you that. Why did you wanna talk to me?" Prince rolled his eyes.

"I just want to say....thanks....for saving her." Carlos choked over his own words. He didn't want to say it. I could tell.

"Yeah..." Prince looked at me. "Stay here." He instructed me as he walked into another hall with my phone. I was going to follow him until Ray appeared in front of my face. I got scared and backed up.

"You okay?" Ray asked and walked towards me, making me back into the couch.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I sighed and walked around the couch to sit down.

"So if you won't tell him..." He sat down across from me. "Tell me."

"There's nothing to tell. Leave me alone."

"You're gonna tell us sooner or later. Whether you tell us or you tell on yourself by accident." He got up and walked away. I looked down and fumbled with my fingers. I heard Prince walk back in. He handed my phone.

"Come on." He walked upstairs. I followed him.

PRINCES POV

I walked into the next hall.

"Iight tell me what you do to her." I scratched the back of my neck.

"ME?! I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU?! WHAT THE FUCK YOU GOT MY LIL SISTER INVOLVED-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I asked you a simple queston! How do you take care of her?!" I cut him off.

"What?!"

"Like massage..."

"You don't need to have an excuse to feel all over my sister-"

"Listen. Carlos. I know what you're feeling alright. I use to have a baby sister also. And I failed, alright?! I know what it feels like to fail, and I know you might feel like you failed, but you did not! I'll watch out for her now so you don't have to fail. If you haven't noticed, I'm trying to make her feel comfortable. After the shit I put her in the middle of, its the least I can do. You can't do it. You're not here. So are you going to help me or not?" I whisper-yelled at him.

"......watch Warm Bodies with her. Cookie dough ice cream. Soft fleece blanket. On the couch, not the floor. She likes when you massage her neck, back, and legs." He spoke lowly.

"Thanks." I hung up and walked back into the living room. She was fumbling with her fingers.

'Come on." I lead her upstairs. "Lay on the bed." I instructed her. I turned around and saw her raise one eyebrow.

"Wha?"

"Lay down on the bed ad pull your shirt up."

"Why?!"

"Just do it. Lay on your stomach. It's not like I'm gonna stare at your back."

She groaned and lied on the bed and pulled her shirt halfway up. I pulled it all the way up and.......wtf is this?!

KYRAS POV

Prince stopped moving. "Hey I thought you said you weren't gonna stare."

"What is this?"

I felt a snap on my back. "Ow! Nigga that's my bra!"

"I thought it only buckled in the back."

"There's different ways, dammit." I unbuckled my bra.

He got off and put a CD into the TV. "Be right back."

"Um okay?" I sat there and watched these boring ass previews. He came back 3 minutes later with a bowl. He handed it to me and I looked at it.

"It's cookie dough ice cream. Your favorite." He climbed back on top of me. The movie started and I felt something cold on my back and I jumped while turning around. "Chill, its just lotion."

"Jacob."

"Yes?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Massaging you. Now watch the movie."

I turned back around. "Thought you said you would never baby me like Carlos."

"Don't get use to it. This is a one time thing. So I suggest you watch the movie."

It felt good to eat ice cream and lie on a bed while getting a massage and watching my favorite movie. But it didn't feel the same.

He massaged gently. I softly grunted. He tried to avoid the sore parts and the place I was stabbed.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, still staring at the TV.

"I don't know...." He answered softly.