She just shook.
Aleigha stood behind July and July held her hands. She held them tight. "Mokiri. Hey, listen—It's ok, you were sleep!" but she felt it. "Mokiri! Look at me!"
Her mind was elsewhere.
"Come on little one... you gotta blink." voiced Aleigha. "It felt nasty, I know. My mama been through it. You a dog but you nobody bitch."
But she was.
She woke up in the middle of it. She couldn't go back to sleep. "That's an evil they're done for years. Specially to pups like that."
July pulled Mokiri into a hug even though her body refused to released his cradled state. He rocked back and forth. "Listen! I'm sorry, I'm trying to teach you... I'm trying to get you to stand on your own... I'm trying!"
She ended up in the situation. Her mother said-- "Shut up!" July pinched her cheeks. "Don't do it! I'm sorry! I broke my promise, I'm sorry."
No, she just should have never woke up. He looked at Aleigha. "Help her!"
"I can't do anything..." Aleigha mourned. "LEt me not say that," he shook of his doubts. "Mokiri, lift ya head up. Ya enemies is dead."
Her cheek was too comfortable against July's chest. At least she got to kiss him. "Happy thoughts!" he rocked her, "Ok, knock knock! Who's there, Dracula, then you say, who. Do the hula! Do the hula Mo!"
He pulled her cheek to the side. "That's a smirk! You can't tell me otherwise."
Aleigha smiled. "I had a girlfriend like that."
"What does... that... have to do with now!" he glared.
"A lot. My girlfriend went through it, she still ended up killing herself--" he sniffed. "You replace it with good. Get rid of the taint."
"The taint?"
"Women don't like strange dick. Put good in her," he stated obviously. "Pull ya dick out. You brain wash her..." he looked to the side awakardly.
"Have sex?"
"Yes! Damn July!" he couldn't say it no clearer. "Listen to me, you have to get it in her head, that what she felt is gone. You are doing it, not what did before. Make her feel good." he rubbed his hands together. "Make love to her."
It was weird because he was a virgin.
He was young.
He liked Mokiri but it seemed—he understood replacing trauma and she was giving it a nickname.
He looked at her round face. He rubbed his index finger along her cheek. "You're a pretty brown girl."
She was silent.
He kissed her cheek. "Smile for me?"
"You don't know how?" Aleigha announced flabbergasted. "July!"
"Who are you!"
"Your fucking cousin—oh my fucking word, is it already happening? Now? He pulled that shit out now?" Aleigha searched the room frantically, "Where the fuck is the eye?"
July hugged Mokiri closed. "Juls." he told her. "July, Mo..."
Her eyes slid over, acknowledging him. "Can I touch you?"
Her eyes got big. She shook her head and he understood. "Well," Aleigha sighed, "I got time on earth unless I can find my fucking bones. Come on chitlins, let's get out the nightmare."