I looked at her and at once it all came back to me. My mother had died. And I looked up to see her staring at me waiting for an answer and I couldn't bring myself to tell her. I couldn't tell her my mother was dead. I couldn't even believe it yet myself. I looked away to try to keep my composer but I heard her approaching and as soon as she touched me I broke. I could no longer hold it in. All the memories of my life flashed before me and I could no longer take it. She wrapped her arms around me rocking me back and forth and she stayed like that, even when I screamed and hit her telling her to let me go she stayed there solid as a rock. I cried and screamed for what seemed like hours and every time it seemed as if I was about to stop, I started right back. By that time we were both on the floor. Me still in her arms and she was still rocking. Back and forth back and forth. And after about another hour I was done crying. We just sat there in silence and then she spoke.
"Is there something you want or you would like?"
"A bath." I said barely a whisper.
She nodded her head and I rose up wincing at the pain. She stood up and started running water in her unusually large tub. I swear you'd think it was an indoor pool. She left and returned with a light pink cotton robe in hand and laid it on the counter. She turned the water off and was about to exit when I said stop. I was surprised she could her because I'm sure anyone else would've missed it. She turned around with curious eyes questioning my objection. I looked at her and I wasn't able to say what I wanted so I pointed at my clothes. She quickly understood and rushed over to me and picked me up setting me on the counter. She looked at me, at my clothes and then back at me asking me was I sure and I nodded my head in approval.
I figured she was a lesbian but that didn't bother me and at the moment it was the least thing on my mind. She slowly started to peel my clothes off. I knew although I told her it was ok she was still nervous because her hands were shaking. Once she got me down to my panties and bra she turned around. I guess she thought I'd take it off by myself but that wasn't about to happen, I'm so sore I can barely move and when I do a sharp pain rip through my body so nah I'm taking the easy way out tonight. I tapped her on her shoulder and I pointed at my bra and panties and she stood there looking at me not wanting to touch me. I looked down and said,
"The waters going to get cold..."
She reached behind me and unclipped my bra, I winced at the pain and she jumped back scared she had hurt me I looked at her with amusement and told her it was ok that I'm going to hurt because of the fall and she shook her head and made like she was about to take off my panties and she hesitated again so I grabbed her hands and put them on my thighs and asked her what she was so afraid of. She looked at me with sorrow in her eyes and replied,
"I'm afraid that if I touch you in the wrong way, you might brake.."
I took in her words and looked at her with pity and said,
"You can't brake someone who's already shattered."
She took in my words and I seen a tear escape from her eye. She quickly dismissed it and picked me up and setting me on the side of the tub. She took off my panties and slid me I'm the tub, positioning me with my feet out so that the hot water wouldn't burn them. She then handed me a fluffy sponge and a bottle of Dove body wash and left silently. I washed my self slowly aching in pain but it had to be done. She returned five minutes later with another sponge and began to wash my feet. It was the most awful thing I had ever felt. By the time she was done tears stained my face. She poured peroxide on them and wrapped them up. I was dried off and she slipped on the robe. She picked me up and placed me on the bed, under the covers. She handed me the remote and told me to make myself at home and if I needed anything she'd be across the hall in the showers and I said I'd be fine and thanked her.
I was beyond tired and was drifting off to sleep when I heard a door open. I looked up and my eyes got huge when I seen her in nothing but a Nike sports bra and Hollister boxers. I quickly looked away averting my attention to the TV and then she came around it the left side of the bed and got up under the covers and said,
"You like what you see?"
I sat there mouth hung open and face getting red and said, "No."
She chuckled and turned on her side. She clapped her hands together twice and the lights automatically went off. I was shocked I had never seen that done in real life. We laid there in silence for a while. I knew she wasn't asleep so I touched her back and she turned faced me and I could see her big eyes through the dark and then she smiled and for the first time I noticed she had braces. Her smile was so bright I could've sworn it lit up the room just a tad bit. I smiled back at her and began to play with one of her dreads that managed to escape her low ponytail, and twirled it around my finger and she just laid there looking at me. And out of no where she said,
"What is your name?"
I looked up and realized that we didn't even exchange names and were laying in the same bed together. I looked at her dumbfounded and said,
"Aaliyah, and you?"
She smirked and replied,
"You can call me Kidd."
I frowned and said,
"Uh uh,, I need some better then that."
She sighed and said,
"Kidra, you can call me Kidra."
A tiny smile crept up on my face satisfied with her answer.
"Goodnight Kidra." I said in a whisper.
"Goodnight Aaliyah." She said and within five minutes I was sound asleep.
