Addicted.

10. "I love you, I think.."

Qatari.

I stared down at the ground sitting at the edge of the bed patiently waiting for Samson to come out of the bathroom. Moments later he came out with a towel wrapped around him. "Who the hell is Melly?" He questioned causing me to become stiff. I didn't even recall saying his name but I must've let is slip on accident. I made a look of confusion come about, "I had to just be speaking in tongue," I casually lied - which becoming a norm for me. Samson dug into the drawers and I trailed behind him wrapping my slim arms around his built torso. I inhaled the scent of his freshly washed body. My eyes closed instantly from satisfaction. "I missed you," I confessed slowly slipping my manicured fingernails beneath his towel.

"We already had sex Tari, remember less than twenty minutes ago when you choked me?" He reminded.

He was right but I wasn't fully satisfied it was like I craved more. A touch? A kiss? Something more I just didn't know exactly what it was.

Samson slipped out of my grip and pulled on a pair of boxers, I watched him intently.

He wasted no time entering the bed which was something I refused to do. "I'm going to go for a drive," I announced. He told me to be sure I locked up and turned his back towards me with his head under the blanket. Feeling defeated I slowly slipped on some clothes and exited the room. I went down the steps grabbing my keys and left the house completely. Once I was in the car the calm silence was relaxing to me. I had my phone in hand and I decided to dial one of the many numbers I believed Melly had called me from. My entire body shook as I heard the buzzing of it ringing. I didn't know if I was nervous or overall felt crazed. "I'm sorry the subscriber you have call-" I ended the call and pushed the start on my engine driving off. I began pounding my fists into the steering wheel as anger flooded throughout my body completely. I wasn't sure what kind of magic trance I was under but I despised it.

Once I reached my destination with tears blurring my vision I refused to get out. I eyed the house seeing several men sitting about on the doorsteps blocking the entrance of the building. I breathed out slowly and finally had the courage to exit the car.

"Damn what you doin' on this side of town after hours?" A random man questioned stepping a bit too closely to me.

"Is Ja-Jamel here?" I wondered before bothering to walk up to his apartment.

They all eyed me, "who?"

"Melly," I rephrased.

"Yea," a different voice said.

Each of the men leaned the opposing direction so I could step through. I went up the steps of the severely beaten building. Finally, I had reached his door and I hesitated to knock first, My fist was in the air but it didn't touch the door - I couldn't! I had no idea what the fuck had gotten into me, I had a husband at home who I believed I loved. The locks on the door began to turn causing my body to become stuck completely. The door finally opened and a female exited, looking me up and down before she raced down the hall. I forced my way in and slammed the door behind me, "Jamel!" I shouted letting my anger come on complete view. Moments later he came from the back, "you forget somethin'?" He questioned then a shocked expression came across his handsome face. "Qatari?" He mumbled seeming unsure if he was imagining my presence infront of him.

"Jamel who was that?" I wondered getting straight to the point with my finger directing to the door.

He chuckled and walked towards me, "why it matter?"

I pushed his hands just before he placed them onto my hips. "Don't act like that nie," he demanded forcing his hands onto me. I turned my head to the side and couldn't even believe I was really mad at this man. "Its time for me to go," I informed while walking towards the door. He reached out aggressively gripping my wrist to stop me in the process of leaving, "don't go you jus got hea'," he directed. I looked down at his hand seeing he was clutching onto me rather tightly. He realized and gently began caressing where he had squeezed.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

I slipped my hand away and went towards the door. He raced towards it and slammed his hand onto it, "don't go!" He shouted then  noticed he was raising his voice and decided to calm himself down. "Please," he pleaded. It was bad that enjoyed the effect I had on this man. Samson wasn't one to express his feelings for me this openly. Our eyes met and I reached up to caress his cheek, he closed his eyes engaged in the moment. "I think I love you," I blurted without even realizing what had just flown from my lips. Those simple words were the exact reason I was in this predicament in the first place. "You think?" He chuckled seeming amused by me at the point. I nodded, "I think."

"Then I guess I love you too," he shot back.

"You guess?" I trailed behind him as he walked towards his bedroom. "Ain't that what I said?" he wondered.

I let my eyes roll finally coming to my senses deciding that this was a bad idea. I turned to exit the bedroom and felt something rather hard meet the back of my head, my body crashed to the floor instantly and I groaned out in pain. I reached my hand to the back of my head feeling a warm liquid greet my hand. I slowly brought it to my viewing and saw it was covered in blood. "Ja-Jamel?" I whispered feeling my vision become blurred from tears and nearly the loss on consciousness which didn't hit me fully. I got into push up position trying to slide my body out of the room. My head was pounding from the pain. "Where the fuck you think you goin'?" Jamel questioned standing over me. I reached up so he could help me get to my feet. "Help me," I said nearly inaudible. "I'm not letting you fucking leave me again Qatari, not ever. Do you hear me?" He asked tugging at the hair in my scalp. "Jamel I need to go to the hospital," I pleaded feeling my head be smashed into the ground and my vision had finally went black.