"Fuck it." I grabbed the paper towel and dried my face before just standing in the mirror, looking at myself.
Then I just suddenly broke down.
For what reason China? I don't even know... Am I crying because I don't know why I'm crying? Maybe. Am I crying because I feel guilty for Jayla's injury? Maybe. Am I crying because I feel as if I'm too easy and that's probably the reason I got raped? Maybe. Am I crying because there may be a child in my stomach? Maybe. Am I crying because I have so many bottled up feelings inside that I just can't hold in anymore? What am I really crying for?
If I would've never went to the club that day, none of this would've happened. I should've just stayed home. Why didn't I stay home?
There were more knocks on the door but this time I heard Na'Jour's voice along with it.
"China you in here?"
"Yup." I choked out, trying not to make it obvious that I was crying.
"We can go see her now." He said.
"Okay, I'm coming." I said and it was silent so I assumed he went away.
I looked in the mirror again before doing a pose.
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I took a deep breath and washed my face again before walking out of the bathroom.
𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍
"I got stitches right here, here, here, well basically around almost my whole head. Whoever threw that shit at my head fucked me up." I explained to Na'Jour as he stared at me blankly. "And the doctor said me falling could've sent me into a coma but thankfully ima strong ass bitch. And strong bitches never go in a coma twice in one lifetime."
"You still ain't explain what exactly happened Jayla." Na'Jour said.
"You said China told you." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Barle—" he was saying before China walked in.
"Hey Chi-Town." I greeted her with a smile.
"Ion get how you all smiley and shit as if you ain't just get stitches cause a big ass Hennessy bottle was throw at your head.." Na'Jour said.
