“Ay You fucking me good, papí”
“Sí, te gusta? You so goddamn sexy.”
“Ay, hit that spot. Fuck yeah. Ooo fuck yeah.”
My phone rings, and we both halt. You turn to look at me and spank your butt cheek a little.
“You not gonna answer that, are you?”
“Hold on, mama.”
I slide my strap out of your pussy and rush over to grab my phone hidden under my pile of clothes on the floor.
“Yo,” I say into the mic.
“Dauhd…”
“Lana? What’s wrong?”
“Tyson…he hit me…”
“What?!”
“I’m sorry—“
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know…I ran. I’m barefoot on a side road.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming right now. Shit. I’ll call you right back okay? I love you, just wait for me.”
I hang up the phone and scramble to pull off my strap and get my clothes on. You light a cigarette.
“That little ass girl always crying about some shit,” you chuckle.
“Watch your mouth.”
“So you gone stop fucking me to go save a bitch that can’t even commit to you or admit she gay? Dauhd, get the fuck out.”
“Gadly.”
I slam the front door shut and jog to my car in Monica’s driveway. I dial seven digits once I am in the driver’s seat.
“Lana. It’s me, baby. Where are you? What’s around you?”
“Um. Uh, a gas station with green lights. Um. That’s it, Dauhd, that’s it.”
“Is it the Lenpro gas station?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it!”
“Okay, alright. I’m coming. I’m coming right now. You want to stay on the phone with me?”
“Yeah…”
“What happened, baby?”
“I don’t know. He was angry. He could smell your scent on me. Your cologne. And he wanted to know where I been, who I been with. I told him I was leaving him and he choked me and punched me and—“
“What! Lana, what the fuck! Are you bleeding?”
“Yeah…”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I should have never brought you there. I’m so sorry. Look, you can stay with me. I’ll run a bath for you and massage your feet. I’ll take care of you, okay? You don’t have to go back.”
“Dauhd, I love you. I can’t stay with you. I don’t want to fight with you.”
“I aint gone hurt you, Villana. You know me. It’s your choice, but you know me.”
“I know…I’m just so fucked up right now.”
“I know. It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here with you, okay? I’m here. I’m here, Lana. Turn around.”
I jump out of the car and run over to you. I survey your bloodied face and both your black eyes. I’m not sure if I should touch you or not.
“Lana…”
“I know…its bad.”
You collapse into my arms and I hug you with all my might.
“It’s okay. He ain’t gone get away with this,” I whisper in your ear.
I hold your hand and lead you to my car and gently lay you down in the back seat.
I drive to my condo with fume releasing from my ears and I listen to you snore quietly behind me.
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