He was such an utter dick. "I'm capable of much more than you think." Those words kept replaying in my head. What the fuck was that suppose to mean? I wiped my tears and mascara from my cheeks and put on leggings and a Howard sweatshirt. I tied my shoes and put my hair up in a puff. I grabbed my iPhone and put my EarPods in, and He was such an utter dick. "I'm capable of much more than you think'. I left my house noticing it was dark out, Probably almost 8. I jogged down the sidewalk in a sturdy rhythm to the music.
The rain poured down and just kept running.I couldn't seem to get Javon's voice out of my head. 'I'm capable of much more than you think'. They just kept replaying in my head. I wasn't usually like this, I never fretted over anything this long- infact I never was. Lost deep in thought I get interrupted by a voice. "Get in the alley." I stop. Listening again, "Walk into the fuckin alley!" I hear the cock of a gun. I walk into the nearest alley. Hearing the footsteps follow me. "Give me money and jewelry." The grim voice says. Fuck. The only thing I had was my necklace from my sister. Acacia. Acacia passed last year,She was in collage, Florida A&M to be exact. And she went to a party. Acacia never drank, or partied much. But the pressure got to her, and she drank. After that she drove back to her dorm and passed the stop sign getting a hit my a oncoming truck. I remember crying for months. She was my best friend. I couldn't believe she was gone- I still can't." I. I don't have anything." I lie, tears forming in my eyes.His grubby hand flies to my neck, tracing my collar bone. "Look." He hisses ripping the necklace from my neck.I feel the ooze of blood dripping down my neck. After checking my pockets he smiles looking my body up and down."What's a pretty little thing like you doing out?" I close my eyes, my body trembles as his hands fly to my hips. I feel the shotgun on my back. His lips stick to my neck, sucking rapidly as he grinds my hips against the brick wall. "Get off her." A raspy voice hisses, the man smiles. "You can have her when I'm done." He says." Get the hell off her before I shoot." The raspy voice spits, I can see his curls through the rain. The man rams my head against the wall and throws a punch into my ribs. Slamming my fraile body against the ground and kicking my abdomen in one swift motion.I pull myself up on the wall, limping slightly I run over. "Don't kill him." I yell, grabbing the curly haired boys arms. Javon. His normally dark brown orbs are now almost, black. "Javon, your eyes." I mumble.
His teeth grit inside his mouth and he clenches his fist looking at the man. He was holding back everything he had to kill that man. "Javon. Just. Just calm down." I whisper, looking at him. His eyes attach to mine and all I can see is black. Pure black. His eyes slowly mute back intoxicated his green color. His fists unclench and he breathes. What the fuck just happened? I walk over to the man on the ground and lean down. I needed to findings my necklace. I search his pockets, it's no where- My fingers fingers finally wrap around a gold chain. As I slowly pull it out he raises slipping a knife across my face. The blood flows, oh God. Oh God. I can feel it seeping over my sweatshirt. Javon attacks kicking his body against the wall. "You worthless piece of shit!" He yells, punching the body. I watch as the man crawls out of sight. Harry runs towards me, kneeling down. I make a point not to look up, knowing it's bad. "Look at me Nichole ." I feel tears streaming down my cheeks from both the pain and the shame. He tilts my chin up, "Oh my God." He mumbles, dialing 911 quickly. He takes his sweatshirt off pushing it to my cheek. "Javon. It's. It't not a big deal." I say, I was trying so hard not to cry. "It's a big fucking deal Nichole ." He says. "I'm fine" I whisper, tears welling in my eyes. His arms reach out to me and he says. "Come here." I crawl into his arms without thinking. He was so comforting. His lips rest on my neck, as he holds me close. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. I felt so secure in his strong arms. I shouldn't. He was a dick to me since I've met him. Why was he so bipolar? But in this moment, all I wanted was his arms around me. And they were.
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