Define: B.O.S.S.

Define: R.E.V.E.L.A.T.I.O.N.S.(Part1)

“It feels different without you.

The Sun doesn't shine like it

Used to.

I wish I would've been there when

You jumped.

I would've jumped, too.

We would've closed our eyes

And fell with our fingers

Laced together like

Shoestrings,

But you went alone,

And I hate you for being so

Damn selfish.

You stole your own life

When I wasn't looking,

Depriving me of your kind eyes and

Pretty smile.

I miss you.

We all miss you."

TEN.

I've never felt content watching a person sleep before. I have been sitting here for about half an hour, watching Terrance snore, twitching his nose occasionally.

For the past few days, I have been putting my all into taking care of this baby. Feeding her, bathing her, playing with her. We've still been laying low, avoiding Niña and Marcus, but I have a very bad feeling in the core of my stomach about today. I said a silent prayer this morning, asking God to keep us away from all evil.

But besides all of that, I am really proud of Terrance. Through all of this drama, he didn't flake on me. I can honestly say he is a true Ride or Die nigga.

I kiss his nose, and he groans, flipping me over from on top of him, with his eyes still closed.

“You scared me, Terrance."

“You scared me, Miel." He says it in his raspy, morning voice, giving me undeniable tingles in my stomach.

Terry smirks, because he knows the effect he just had on me.

“You know," he says, tracing a finger across my bottom lip,“we never finished what we started in Atlantic City."

The words hung heavy in the air, adding to the sexual tension between us.

“What business?" I'm playing dumb because I'm just not ready yet. I can't move too fast. I can't hurt Marcus, either. I don't know if it's genuine feelings that I have for him, but with him, I'm stuck. I can't get away, and I'm not sure if I want to.

“Stop acting stupid, Van. Talk to me. Please."

He sits up, and folds his arms around me, pushing my back into his warm chest.

“Do you still love Marcus?"

I take a deep breath, because I know nothing will be the same after I tell him my past.

“Now, don't get me wrong, when things, were good they were great. He would walk into my classes and give me flowers. He would sing me songs in the back of his truck. And, when he sang, when he sang to me, it's like everything else grew silent, listening. I would weigh up his coke money, sometimes. He would ask if I loved him , if I wanted to be with him. I thought,'Who would want to leave Marcus Gaines?'" I chuckled at my own ignorance.

“I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. That was in the beginning.

“Then it all went bad. He would get angry at the littlest things. He would punch me until I passed out." Terrance's grip got tighter on me. I felt his heavy breathing on the back of my neck.

“He would come in my room at night drunk and beat me, over and over again. He would rape me." The words fall into my lap, weighing me down, taking me back. A hot tear rolls down my cheek, but I don't fall apart, not anymore.

“I actually got pregnant once."

I hear a stifled sob next to my ear, and I shift to where I can see Terrance. His eyes are pitch-black, a permanent scowl on his face. His hands are balled up into fists on the bed. The tears running down his cheeks don't belong, they don't fit. I look him square in the eye and continue.

“He made me get an abortion. He  said he wasn't taking care of another man's child. Of course he was the only one. He's always been the only one."

Terrance was a mile past mad. A vein is bulging out of his neck as he moves me out of the way to hop off the bed and put on his shoes.

“What's the worst thing he's ever done to you?"

“Where are you going?"

“Answer me." Quiet, but forceful.

“I- I don't know. Please don't do anything stupid." I grab his arm, and he yanks me to him.

“I'm gonna do something better than stupid," He murmured, kissing me roughly before pushing me back on the bed.

“I'll be back."

And then he walked out the door, leaving me with Amalia.

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(Terry's POV)

I was going about 87 on the street, running lights and swerving around cars.

After all Vanity told me, I can't even think straight. To think I was one room away from Marcus and Vanity, from Mark punching her and raping her, it makes me crazy. I'm seeing red, I can't see anything else besides Marcus's dead body.

The thing that's getting to me most was how she spoke about it, her past, the things that still haunted her. She was numb. Removed. It was like none of it phased her. I could imagine at some time it scared her to death, and she wanted me to save her. That's what's making me crazy. The fact that I didn't save her.

I didn't know I was out of the car until I was banging on his door.

I heard a female voice yelling, then the door swung open. Monicka, half-naked, with one hand clutching her robe closed.

“Yes?" Her eyes are closed.

“So this is you, huh?"

Her snapped open. She stayed silent, slack-jawed.

“Who's there, baby?" Marcus walked to the door and looked me in the eye.

“Well, y'all should be glad Vanity's not here," I said, walking past them into his house.

“But I'm much worse."

I sat down on the couch, but not before pulling out my .45 Caliber Pistol. They gasp at the same time, like fish without water.

“Terrance what is this about, man? Pulling a gun on your brother?" He raised his voice, but was careful, because of the gun in my hand.

I jumped up and slapped him hard on his cheek, since he wants to act like a bitch. He put his hands to his face, the way a girl would.

“We stopped being brothers the second you put your hands on Vanity."

It caught him off guard, so he just started at me with wide eyes, scared to death. He should be. He should pray to God I don't kill him.

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