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The now familiar hospital lights shone down on me as I walked through the halls searching for the room number from my messages.
Once I found it, I knocked twice, before entering and sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"And you don't know who any of them were?" The police officer asked, trying to gather as much information about what had happened.
Nasir shook his head, "I don't know them."
She eyed him skeptically, "Well if you remember anything, you have my number."
We waited until she walked out before talking.
As he was talking to me, my eyes flitted over his swollen face, taking in the skin that was littered with purplish bruises.
"-So you were right." He continued in his low tone, "That's all I would've ever been to him."
Eric and his friends jumped Nasir.
It was pretty easy to realize why: Because he wanted to prove to them he wasn't gay.
From his account of what happened, he came home and they were waiting for him, not saying a word before they attacked him, literally stomping his head into the concrete parking lot.
The extremely big difference between only pretending not to be having sex with someone, and physically attacking them so no one believes you're not having sex with them.
"You should've told them their names."
He shook his head, "For what? You know it would've just been a thousand times worse."
Seeing as that was true, I stayed quiet and waited for him to continue talking.
"You know the crazy part?" Nas asked rhetorically, "He sent me a text about an hour ago asking if I was okay."
"I hope you told him to go swallow a dick."
"I just blocked him."
But you drug me for filth when I showed up trying to apologize.
There was a knock on the door and his mother poked her head in, "Hey Nas, I'm running to the store. Did you want something?"
He shook his head, "No."
There was silence as I reflected on everything that he'd told me, wondering why it took up until this point for him to realize that his 'relationship' with Eric was going nowhere.
Love has a way of making you ignore all the signs that are there; Ignore the signs that tell you to stay away.
"Can I stay with you until I find another apartment?" He asked, "You know my mama aggy and my head already hurt."
I laughed, "I guess so, yeah."
Jaxon wouldn't care if Nasir stayed with me, especially since he was staying there less than before.
It wasn't because of our argument a couple of weeks ago, but rather the fact that he was in the final stages of his thesis and would sometimes stay up all night working on it.
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Bound by Desire | Completed
General Fiction'So he wanted to have sex with me. My professor knows I'm an escort. And he wants to have sex with me.' Kyser "Desire" Moore was never supposed to be more than a statistic. With both parents gone and raised by her grandmother, she struggled not to...
