Mine

Six.

The digital clock on the nightstand read 10:18 a.m. when my eyes finally fluttered open, but cool air hit my back instead of a warm body. I rolled over to an empty bed and as soon as I moved, soreness and stiffness took over my entire lower half.

Feeling the sudden urge to use the restroom, I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, running my hand up and down the wall in an attempt to locate the light switch the light switch. Once I found it, I flicked it on and was horrified at what I saw in the mirror. My hair was a mess; tear stains and God knows what else was dried on my face left white crusties all over. I know that my hair can be fixed and my face can be washed, but the purple bruises that adorn my neck, chest and thighs aren't gonna be so easy of a fix.

There's no way in hell I can go home to my mom looking like this!

"Sleeping beauty finally woke her ass up, huh?"

Devonte asked in a low, taunting tone, startling me a little. All he sported was a pair of basketball shorts, so I got a first hand look at the red scratches and marks on his back and arms.

"Vonteeee," I exclaimed. "Look at me!"

He smacked his lips and chuckled. "All you gotta do is take a shower."

"A shower?!" I sarcastically replied. "Look at all these hickies! What are you, a damn vampire?" I whined.

He looked me over for a second then smirked. "So?"

"So?!" I retorted. "Cynthia is gonna kill me."

"Just stay here." He shrugged, walking over to the shower and turning the water on for me.

"What do you mean, stay here?" I questioned.

"If you don't wanna go home, then stay here." He repeated.

"I don't know." I mumbled hesitantly, still processing his proposal while slowly making my way to the toilet. Devonte stayed put in his place, looking at me like it was completely normal for him to keep standing there.

"Go away so I can pee!" I laughed.

"Girl we just had raw ass, butt naked ass sex. Hurry up and handle yo business." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and urinated, then grabbed some toilet paper to wipe. My vagina was so swollen and sensitive, I literally winced as I wiped.

I flushed and washed my hands, then hobbled to the shower. I carefully got in, lifting one of my heavy legs in and then the other. After I washed and rinsed myself, I leaned my back against the wall of the shower and softly used two fingers to open my lower set of lips. I almost let out a moan as the warm water ran down my slits, giving some relief to my poor coochie.

"Damn Cyn, you running up my water bill." Devonte banged on the door, disrupting my therapy.

I rolled my eyes and turned the water off, then stepped out of the shower and wrapped my small frame in the towel. I stood at the sink and brushed my teeth, then thoroughly washed my face. Once I felt squeaky clean, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

Devonte sat on the bed, taking a hit of his blunt. On his nightstand was an orange medicine bottle that I've never seen before. The prescription tag has been ripped off and it looks to be about halfway full of little white pills, but before I could inquire Vonte spoke up, and I decided to simply mind my business.

"You gon' stay here?"

"I guess." I replied, reaching out for the blunt.

I put it to my lips and inhaled deeply, instantly relaxing as the smoke filled my lungs. I huffed it out of my nose, then walked back to the bathroom to get some lotion. I then walked down the hall to the guest bedroom and retrieved a pair of panties and a bra. After I put them on, I sat down on the bed and applied the lotion to my legs, thighs, torso, and arms. I then wrapped my towel back around myself, and returned to Devonte's bedroom. I walked straight into his closet, browsing through his shirts.