“I actually do. She in the parking lot, waiting on me. Ya’ll be easy. Thank you for keeping my property in good hands,” I let her know.
“Any time. Get in trouble again, so that I can watch it for you some more,” I laughed at that shit, and I turned around, holding my items in my hands, walking alongside the officer.
“She hell, man. Her ass just got in trouble about that shit a couple of weeks ago. She flirts with damn near every nigga that gets processed out of this bitch,” the officer let me know, and I just shook my head.
We made it over to the door, where he scanned me out, and before I could fully get out of the door, I looked out, where Dionne had my car pulled right in front of the building, and she was standing outside of it, waiting for me. My foot barely touched the pavement before she ran over to me, and I prepared myself for the way that she was going to leap into my arms because I knew that it was coming. She jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist, burying her head into the crook of my arm.
I kept one arm wrapped around her, keeping her up, while I used the other hand to slap it up with the officer. I kept the clear bag in my hand, walking us down the pavement, heading to the car.
“Bae, you acting like I just beat a murder charge. I beat the fuck out of a nigga. Everything going to be straight,” I assured her, leaning my head into hers, so that I could kiss her on her neck. The way she had her face buried into my neck, I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her, so I knew that she was softly crying.
I walked us over to the car, pulled the passenger door open, and I tried to put her in, but she clung to me, not letting me drop her down. That caused me to laugh, as I dropped the clear bag on the seat.
“Baby, come on. Let me drive us home. I was sitting in that fuckin holding cell with other niggas that smelled like they hadn’t bathed in years. I feel so fuckin dirty. Come on. We going to go home, take a bath together, and talk about it. Aight?”I asked her, now holding her up with two hands. They were resting on her ass.
She eventually pulled her head away from the crook of my neck, and she took one hand from being wrapped around me, so that she could wipe her face.
Dionne had changed out of the clothes that she had on at the club. She was in a black yoga set from Alo, which I knew was one of her favorite brands. She had black sandals on with it. The make-up that she had on at the club was removed from her face. Her hair was still hanging down, in the curls that she put in earlier. She looked sad, tired, and stressed out.
“I was scared. You made me leave. I hate… hate that you made me do that. I didn’t know… what those officers were going to do to you. I thought that they might kill you… and you didn’t let me stay to protect you. My mom… she told me that when my dad was arrested… that the officers beat him. That’s why I was… so scared,” she was crying as she spoke to me, and visibly shaking.
I took one hand off her, so that I could wipe her tears. I understood her cries. I was a black man that was in the care of white officers, so she had every right to be scared. I was fine though, and that was the only thing I wanted her to understand.
“I just didn’t want you seeing those images of me down on that concrete, with cuffs being slapped on me. Bae, I’m good. That ain’t shit but a little petty charge. Come on. Let’s go home,” I announced.
She nodded, and then she leaned in, so that she could kiss me on the lips.
I put her inside the car, and I didn’t close the door until she put her seatbelt on. I walked around, going for the driver’s side, and I quickly got in. I had to adjust the seat, and the mirror, since Dionne had been driving, and she changed it to her liking.Once that was done, I quickly pulled out, not wanting to be at this station any longer than I had to.
I drove with my left hand, and my right elbow was resting on the middle console. Dionne used that as her moment to wrap her arms around my arm, leaning her head onto. It was as if she was clinging onto me and didn’t want to let me go. Neither one of us said anything the whole ride home. She had her thoughts, and I had mine. I’m not sure what was going through her mind, but I know for me, all I kept thinking about was how I should have killed that nigga because now the shit that I was going to be in with him was even deeper.
We pulled up to the house, and I backed the car into the driveway. I shut the car off, got out, and I came around, so that I could open Dionne’s door. She held the clear bag in her hands that had all my things in it, along with her purse. I took the clear bag from her, kissed her on her forehead when she stepped out, and I closed the door behind her.
It was going on four in the morning, so it was dark, and quiet out. Dionne led the way to the front door, keyed the code in, and I reached over her, so that I could open the door.
She walked in, and she went over to the stairs, where she took her sandals off, prepared to go up.
“Start the water, baby. I’m coming,” I let her know. She nodded, and she went upstairs, leaving me alone.
I walked into the kitchen, where I pulled my phone out of my bag. I powered it on, and I had text messages after text messages coming in from damn near everybody, wanting to know what happened, and if I was okay. I didn’t have the energy to respond back to everyone, especially since most of my energy was getting ready to go into Dionne, trying to calm her ass down, and relieve her from the stress that she was feeling right now.
I just tucked my phone in my pocket, pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge, that I drank all of it in under ten seconds, andbefore going upstairs with Dionne, I went out back, so that I could check on my other baby, Noir.
I walked over to her, where she had her head lowered, her eyes were half- closed, as she gently shifted her weight. The second she heard me walking out here, her ears flickered forward. Her head lifted, where she blew a soft breath through her nose, as if she had been waiting for me.
“There go my girl. What? You out here, waiting on me?” I asked, as if she could respond back.
I stood right in front of her, picking up my hand, so that I could softly drag my knuckles down the center of her forehead. I knew she liked it when I did that. Her eyes fluttered, which let me know that she loved my touch, just like she did any other time.
“Sorry I didn’t get back to you earlier, girl. I had to beat some ass tonight,” I announced, and like I was a comedian, I laughed at my own joke.
“Let me see your face, mama” I released, cuffing her muzzle with both hands, just wanting to examine her beautiful face. She allowed me to do it too.
I stayed out here with Noir for about five minutes more because I knew that Dionne was upstairs, waiting on me. I told my girl goodnight, and that I would be back out here in the morning for her. Next, I went inside the house through the patio door, where I closed it, and locked it behind me. I set the alarm on the house, removed my shoes, and went upstairs.
Dionne wasn’t in the bedroom. She was in the bathroom. I could hear her moving around. The water was still running, so she might have started it when she heard me come inside.
I walked into the bathroom, where I spotted her, standing at the sink, and she was pulling her hair up, putting a claw clip in the back. She removed her top, so she was standing there in justa bra, and her tights. She glanced over at me when she saw me walk into the bathroom, and she gave me a small smile.
