Jesus is the Answer.

III.

London.

The guys came over and I told them everything. Literally everything. I honestly felt I could trust them. My trust isn't bought by length, it's bought by care. And I knew they weren't kidding about that. I started from my momma dying, to the dangers of this man called my "father" and his endeavors.

"Daaaamn." They all said, once I finished talking.

I was flowing with tears by then. "Yep."

Christian handed me a box of tissues. I said a small "thanks". They all gathered around me. Omari was rubbing my back, Christian was throwing away my tissues and Isaiah was just looking at me.

Omari was whispering sweet ass things in my ear like "I'd neva hurt 'chu." "You hella perfect baby." "Hit meh up when someone start disrespectin' ya n' I'm not 'round."

It was all cute and all. But I don't want a boyfriend. At all. Just because I trust you doesn't mean you can move to the next level like that. Especially when you've met the person yesterday. I'm scraight chilling.

I eventually stopped crying.

"Finaaaally! Yo, I thought I was gon' have to get anotha box of tissues."

"You're so meaaaan!" I said, crying again.

"Mayne fuck dis." Christian got up and left.

Omari wiped my stray tears while Isaiah stared at me. He hadn't broken contact with my eyes since I started talking. He all of a sudden got up and left. Just Omari and me. Rad.

"How ya holdin' up?" I asked him.

He scratched his head. "I'm gettin' through it."

"If ya need anything, or ya need someone ta' lissen, you got meh."

He smiled. "Thank ya. But I gotta quession."

"G'wan."

"How'd you get through dis? Lih' how'd ya let ha' go?"

"I ain't neva let her go. She always apart of meh. I basically prayed fa' God ta' gimme strength. And das all I needed."

"Okay."

"I'm gonna take a nap."

"Aight shawd'. G'night."

I said goodnight and headed upstairs. I went in my room and got comfortable in my bed. In a couple minutes, I was out.

+

"Shoooorty. Wake uhhhh." Someone said, shaking me.

"No. Get da fuck outta mah room." I said, turning around, pulling the covers over my head.

That person didn't leave. Instead they got in bed with me. I turned around and opened my eyes. It was Christian. I rolled my eyes.

"What ya want? Damn. I can't take a nap?"

"Mo' like a sleep. It's twelve."

"WHAT?"

"I said it's twelve."

"Lih', twelve am?"

I groaned. "Shit. He gon' kill me."

"Rememba', he in jail?"

I mentally and physically face palmed myself. "Yeh."

I felt my eyes getting droopy. I tried to keep them open but I couldn't. And the strange this is that I wasn't even sleepy. I saw some colors and then I blacked out.

Christian.

Did she just fall asleep again? On me? I shook her, multiple times, but she wouldn't wake up. I checked her pulse. It was barely there.