“I’m fine, thanks for checking in on me,” I managed to get out, breaking eye contact. I looked down at my nails. I felt ashamed, useless, and weak.
“Pick ya head up and look at me when you talk to me, shorty… I’ll help you in the shower, then get you ready to go home… I ain’t tryna spit game or fuck you. I actually don’t need shit from you but want for you to grow a backbone.”
His blunt words shocked the hell out of me.
“But why?” I asked, my brows knitted together.
I really wanted to know why. I was basically damaged goods at the tender age of twenty-one. I didn’t even feel worthy enough to have a conversation with someone of King’s stature.
“I don’t even know why, I guess it’s Jah drawing me near you… now, come on and let me help you get clean. I bought some sweats and a shirt from Walmart.”
I became emotional, eyes filled to the brim with tears. No one had ever been so kind to me outside of my bosses at my job. I felt so lost in the world itself and now this fine ass man actually took it upon himself to go out and buy me some clothes. Making sure I make it home safe not once but twice. I stood from the bed, feeling dizzy from all the medicine I had took to relieve all the pain I was in. He caught me in his arms again, and I got lost in his dark brown eyes.
Helping me to the bathroom was easy, me pulling my hospital gown off was hard. I never even showed Glen my whole body; when we had sex, I kept my shirt on. I really loved wearing night gowns, so he could just pull it up and get easy access.
“You mind turning around?” I asked softly, not trying to snap at him, but I was really insecure when it came to my body.
“I ain’t turning around. We grown as fuck Loni. I done seen bigger broads than you and loved every fuckin inch.” He licked his lips.
I felt special; he gave me a nickname. It sounded good as hell coming from his mouth.
“Shid,” he drawled sounding country as hell. “You actually a lil too small for my liking.”
He chuckled, then walked up to me. My breath got caught in my throat, as he helped me out of my hospital attire. It felt like I was getting ready to shit bricks on myself. The way he eyed me, and what he said to me about having big women then myself should have put me at ease, but it didn’t.
I had thick ass thighs, a huge disrespectful booty, and my stomach sagged a little right above my pussy, but you could still see fat ma poking beneath it, clear as day. My C cup titties were the only thing I was really proud of; they sat up perfect. He stared at me hard, then traced the huge welt that tracked up my stomach.
“You got to leave that clown ass nigga, Layloni.”
“Glen didn’t do this…. I-”
“You need to stop protecting that nigga too… you ain’t got to explain shit to me. You pretty as fuck. You need to discover that shit fast.” He shook his and gave me his back.
I kept repeating the words he said to me as he checked the water temperature then helped me step inside of the shower. I wanted to moan when his hands touched me. He realized the shower water was getting his clothes wet, without a secondthought, he stepped out and started to undress right in front of me.
Was this the part when I told him that he was doing too much? Maybe I should have even told this nigga that he didn’t have to get in the shower with me but I couldn’t even find the words to say that.
King took off his shirt followed by his jeans. I felt my pussy throb at the sight of his chocolate skin. He was well endowed; I could see that horse dick print through his Polo briefs. His eight-pack looked so sexy and well sculpted; my mouth watered, wishing I could lick up and down his abs. Getting behind me, his manhood rubbed against my bare ass. In my mind, I wanted to open my legs wide and let him relieve me of the throb that thumped between my thick thighs.
King used his strong callous hands to massage my shoulders. He then took a bath cloth, lathered it good then bathed me patiently from neck all the way down to my chubby toes. On the way to the hospital, I walked with no bus fare, which was about three miles in total, not bad, but I stopped plenty of times along the way.
This moment might not have meant much to him, but it meant everything to me. The way he handled me was everything; he made me feel cared for, and he didn’t even know me. When it came time to clean between my legs, he rinsed the towel off thoroughly and handed me the towel. He respected me with just that gesture. He wasn’t like most guys, who would have went above and beyond just to touch my pussy even though my thirsty and desperate ass wouldn’t have mind.
After I was good and clean, he turned the water off and grabbed a big towel that I could tell he had purchased and wrapped me up tight in it. He sat me down on the handicap bench that was inside the bathroom, then turned his back to me again. King silence bothered me, I was so used of exchangingwords with people around me. He quietly slipped out of his boxers, I got a good glance at his firm buttocks. Throwing them in the trash, he dried himself off then stepped right back into his clothes.
When we made back into the room, he assisted me with getting dressed.
King had my mind blown, a million questions ran through this curious mind of mine. I noticed he liked to keep quiet a lot and I figured that could only come from hurt. It was hard to read him because every time I looked at his face, it remained emotionless. When I looked into his eyes, I could see pain. But, from what? I wanted to know so much about a complete stranger and didn’t know why, but he had me super intrigued.
It was random as hell that we kept running into each other. Then, the stupid thought came crashing into my head. Could it be destiny? Quickly excusing the thought, I watched him sit quietly on his phone as the nurse explained my discharge papers to me. When she mentioned the miscarriage, he looked up, making eye contact with me, then dropped his eyes back down to his phone. A lot of things seemed to embarrass me, but I swallowed the embarrassment down and chunked it up as being a part of my life. Nothing really surprised me anymore.
Helping me into his truck, I buckled my seat belt and prepared to face the music. I prayed like hell Glen wouldn’t be at my house. Hopefully, he was out roaming the streets per usual. I texted my home girl, Shadonna, to see if I could crash at her spot for a couple of days, and that’s when she facetimed me. Sighing hard, I battled with answering because of my face and what she might say while I was still in the car with King. I chose the latter and answered. Soon as she took one look at me, she started going ham.
“Oh, hell motha fucking nah Lay Lay!!! That bitch made nigga done did it again!” She shook her head while lighting upa cigarette. Taking a long drag, she blew the smoke directly into the camera. “I’m gone call my peoples and we gone fuck that nigga up tonight! I don’t know why you keep fucking around with that fat ass, yellow, shrimp dick nigga!”
The tears started to fall fast, and I couldn’t contain myself as a small sob left my mouth. I wasn’t just crying about how bad Glen hurt me. The reality of losing my baby, hit even harder. The feeling crippled me, made me wish it was never the news I received. King cleared his throat and that was enough to get myself together.
“Shadonna, can I please just stay with you for a few nights? I don’t want to risk staying home and he pop up… I can’t do this shit no more; I was pregnant and didn’t even know! Glen made me lose my baby.” Tears silently fell down my face as she rolled her eyes.
