"Let me in." Came a male voice outside the door.
"Go away Brian."
"Whatevers wrong we can get through it together, me and you, please Leah." I tried to hold back the tears but gradually they began to fall. I knew Brian could hear me. He slumped next to the door.
"Please tell me whats hurting you Leah, please..." he pleaded. I unlocked the door, and he came in side. He cradeled me in his arms as I cried into his shoulders. The whole story came pouring out. He just sat and listened and kissed my tear-stained cheek.
"C'mon." He said as the cab honked outside. We got up and he got into the cab with me.
"What are you doing?" Ignoring me, he said,
"St. Stephens Hospital please." I was alarmed.
"Brian, no sir, it's 673 Clint Avenue."
"Hospital"
"Clint Avenue"
"HOSPITAL!"
"Enough. Where are you guys going?" The cabbie asked. Brian looked at me.
"Hospital," I muttered. He tightened his grip around my shoulders, and with a less worried expression kissed my forehead.
When we finally reached the hospital and got inside we had a long wait.
Finally after what seemed like days the test results were in.
"She has 4 broken ribs, damage to her side organs, and from the looks of it a mended heart." The doctor smiled warmly at me. I sighed and leaned against Brian.
~ Brian and me came home to my emty dark apartment, as he went to leave I called to him, "Stay with me," he hesitated then closed and locked the door. I smiled. He came over to the couch where I was sitting and kissed me, it was soft, but became more passionate, his hands went up my shirt, one of them gently stroking my injuries the other grabbing gently my breast. He groaned as the kiss intensified and my hand found its way to the ever growing bulge in his jeans. He stopped.
"What?" I asked scared he was going to reject me.
"You're so beautiful," he kissed me. "Let me tell you a little about me..." I nodded not sure where this was going. "I'm a deeply religious man and as much as I care for you and want you, it would not be right, besides, you are still in pain and I would never want to hurt you, physically or otherwise." I smiled at his sweetness.
"Thank you Brian." He squezed me into a hug.
"Can I sleep with you?" I know I looked puzzled b/c he said, "I mean in the bed, fully clothed with you." I grinned.
"Sure, I gotta call Marissa. So you can change..." He got up and left to take his jeans of and get some water.
~ "Hey is Marissa there?" Giggles. Grunts.
"Uh, hrpmh. AJ, stop! Yeah this is her."
"This is Leah..."
"Hey sweetie."
"Whos there?" (As if I didn't know.) More giggling.
"AJ..." I rolled my eyes.
"Staying over?"
"You could say that..."
"You guys didn't..." She giggled.
"Uh huh..."
"Marissa, you cheap, irresponsible, ugh. I am disgusted with you." Ut-oh, I instintly regretted the words that had already left my mouth.
"EXCUSE ME?!" She exploded.
"You've known him for what? 1 week? 2 tops?! Did you use protection at least?" I was on a role, then the line goes silent.
"Damnit Marissa, how could you be so irresponsible?"
"JUST BECAUSE YOUR ALTAR BOY WONT FUCK YOU DOESNT MEAN EVERY ONE ELSE HAS TO BE A PRUDE ALONG WITH HIM!" She yelled. Battleship going down, I've been hit.
"JUST BECAUSE MY MAN HAS MORALS AND I'M NOT A WHORE DOESNT MEAN WE DONT HAVE A SEXUAL RELATSHIP!" I shouted back, my insult lacking the anger filled in Marissa's. *CLICK* She hung up. "GOD!" I screamed.
I picked up the phone and dialed Alli's number for advice.
"Hola?"
"Al?"
"Yep." I told her the stroy and after a few seconds she said...
"It's her life Leah."
"I know but." As always Alli, the peacekeeper, gave me reason.
"She has to make her own decisions, her own mistakes." I sighed.
"Okay, sorry to wake you Al. Thanks for your help."
"I'm always here."
"Night."
"Night."
I went into my room and laid next to my snoring 'altar boy' "sweet dreams" I whispered in his ear. I kissed his cheek and cuddled next to him.
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