Marcus pulled me into a hug and I immediately started crying

"I'm sorry you had to go through that shit." He told me before continuing to comfort me

"It's my fault-

"It's not yo fault Liyah." He sighed

"But it is, he told me he didn't like him and I still insisted on trusting kyree, if I didn't-

"Then the situation would've been even worst." He interrupted

"That's just how you are as a person, you actually care, maybe a little too much but that's you. That shit between Micheal and yo daddy ? Probably been going on for years, and it ain't have to do shit with you." He reassured

"I started helping him upstairs and into the bathroom before I went into my room and grabbed some left over wrap. Once I went back into the bathroom I grabbed a small first aid kit before sitting in front of him And examining his body

"Where does it hurt ?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows before lifting up his shirt and all I saw where cuts and bruises and I furrowed my eyebrows

"You gonna have to hop in the shower Demarcus that's a lot of dried up blood.." I said before getting up and he sighed

"They shit is gonna burn." He said and I turned the water temp down

"I'm sorry." I told him before helping him up

I helped him get his clothes off and into the shower, but he said he had the rest so I left a towel and a rag before leaving out and getting one of his old shirts and basketball shorts that I still had.

After I sat that down I left back out before going downstairs and looking around at everything

Glass was everywhere and I couldn't even explain how I felt right now. This literally was my child hood home and it doesn't even look like home any more

I first started off by sweeping up the glass and then picking up the furniture and moving it back to its desired place. I continued to clean in silence and after I finished everything was good except for the bullet holes everywhere.

I made sure the door was locked behind me before I grabbed a few ice packs and then I went back upstairs to see Marcus was pulling his shirt over his head

"Ok, now sit down." I told him before reaching for the first aid kid again.

"Wait that shit gon burn." He said before looking at the peroxide in my hand

"It's peroxide, it's not gonna hurt I'm foreal." I said and he sighed before I poured it on a Cotton round and I slowly started cleaning his cuts.

"Who did this to you ?" I asked

"Shit I don't even know. I was staying in a different city with my aunt, and all of the sudden these nights pulled up and caught me off guard and started jumping my ass.." he said and I sighed before continuing

"You okay?" He asked and I looked up at him before shaking my head and continuing

"Just worried.." I shrugged and we sat in silence

"He told us, we were gonna gonna be real upset when he was gone-

"Don't think like that." He said and I looked down

"I hate that it took all this for me to realize that he was the realist one on my team." I said before wiping my eye.

After I put a few bandages on him I led him to the guest room before placing his ice packs on his body.

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