Ecstasy of the Heart

Chapter 1:Talk 2 U

It's late at night, sitting at my window as the rain pours down. I had this big bruise on my back, due to a guy I was talking to.

"Man whatever," I said as he accused me of sleeping with Brent.

Brent and I have been friends for the longest.

"Yo, who the fuck is you talking to," he said and pushed me into the wall hard.

I sat there on the floor stunned, and once he realized what he did, "Lo I ain't mean to-,"

My hand connected with his cheek, I grabbed my things and left.

When I got home I saw the bruise developing on the center of my back.

My phone started to ring, Brent ⚡️

"Aye yo come open the door," he said.

"Here I come," I said and hung up the phone.

It hurt to move as I got up. Eventually I made it to the door, and there he stood. Giving him a sad smile, he came inside. The moment he pulled me into him, I cried.

"Lo, what happened?," he asked me.

I had yet to tell him about the incident.

"He pushed me hard into the wall and now I got this bruise on my back," I sniffled.

He kissed my forehead, "let me see it."

I'm nervous, because I know Brent will beat his ass. I turned around, his hands gently pulling up my shirt. The warmth of his fingertips, gently touched my back. Wincing a little bit, he let the shirt drop back down.

"I'm sorry this happened to you Lo, if I was there I would've dropped that nigga," he said as he carefully pulled me back into his arms.

"It's not your fault," I mumbled wiping the last of my tears.

"I'm going to run you a bath," he said, making his way to my bathroom.

Sitting on the arm of my couch, my thoughts began to consume me. A few minutes later, he returned.

"Come on," he said and I followed him.

I noticed he put epsom salt and my favorite lavender aroma bath bubbles in the water. My eyes noticed the freshly rolled doobie behind his ear. Stripping out of the clothes I had on, then I eased my way into the perfectly warm bath.

"Thank you," I said as I relaxed.

"Aye, you are always taking care of me. Let me take care of you," he said and our eyes locked.

He took the doobie from behind his ear, and began to spark it. After he took his two puffs, he came and sat by the tub. The doobie is passed to me and I inhale deeply.

"B, I think I'm gonna be alone forever... well I got you but these niggas don't act right," I take my second inhale.

"Lo, if you were mine you'd be well taken care of. I'd ice you out," he spoke while looking me in my eyes.

"What?," he asked me.

I shook my head, and the thought that danced on my mind. He placed his index finger under my chin, bringing my face back towards his.

"I'm for real, you are too pretty to be crying and stressed out. Only reason you should be crying is when a nigga hitting it right," he said and took the blunt back.

That last part made a shiver go down my spine, of course it's my turn for rotation. After I take my pulls, I lean out the tub some and pull his face to mine. His lips were warm and intoxicating. Between this doobie and the rain, it created a vibe. A vibe that I denied for so long. He kissed me back, and I grant his tongue access.