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Day: Friday, April 2nd, 2017 Time: 4:00pm Location: Dallas, Texas
TAYMOR MCINTYRE.
"What's going on with you? You seem off." Paris asked with a look of concern.
I sighed. "It's been a lot going on and I don't even know what to do."
"Talk."
I ran my hands down my face and looked back at her. "Jonathan has-" I stopped myself and shook my head. My eyes began glistening and my bottom lip trembled but I took a deep breath and sucked the shit up cause it was no reason of crying. I've already cried enough.
"Jonathan has what?" She furrowed her eyebrows.
"He-he's been-been abusing me." I pushed the words out.
"What?!" Her eyes almost popped out her head. "It's been going on for a month and I'm tired of it." I expressed.
"I kept wondering where all those bruises were coming from." She said referring to the welts that always formed after Jonathan beat on me. Last week I had a purple ring around my wrists from how tight he put the hand cuffs on me and the week before I had a cut on my back from him beating me with the belt buckle. A bruise on the side of my face that I made up a story about so that everyone who seen it could stay off my back of how I got it.
I attempted to cover them up but they were so bad that make up didn't help.
"After everything me and him both went through with kentrell that day I never would of thought he would've laid his hands on me." I said.
"Why is he beating on you?"
"Because of what kentrell did to us and since he can't kill ken cause he's in jail, he's punishing me." I explained Jonathan reasoning. "And he thinks I set him up that day."
Paris fist clenched together. "Who the fuck do he think he is! You've been dealing with this bullshit with kentrell and he has the audacity to lay his dirty ass hands on you?!" She said. "Fuck he this he is!" She hopped off the couch. Paris went into her living room closet, pulling her Glock out. She changed the clip and closed the closet door, walking back over to me.
"I'm about to kill this nigga." She put her shoes on. "Lets go!" She told me.
"No!" I grabbed the gun from her hand.
"What the fuck do you mean no?"
I sighed. "I mean I still care for him and I don't want no one laying a finger on him."
"So you're telling me, he can beat on you but you don't want nobody touching him? Are you fucking crazy?"
"No." I spoke quietly.
"Please don't do anything, I'll figure away to get me and him some help. Please don't take matter into your own hands P." She stayed quiet.
"Okay fine. Don't even know why the fuck you tell me anyways if you didn't want his dumb ass shot." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
I grinned. "Thank you."
"I'm telling kentrell though." Paris fiddled with her finger nails.
"Are you fucking crazy! Kentrell will try to kill him and you know that!" I said.
"Well someone need to kill him and since it's not me then it's only right if kentrell knew." A look of anger formed on my face.
"If you tell kentrell then I'm going to kill you. Why would you want to put kentrell in this kind of situation when he's already in jail? Does that make any sense to you?" I looked at her. Kentrell is locked up and got a slap on the wrist for what he did. If she told him about this, he would flip and kill Johnathan forreal. It wouldn't be good.
"I won't tell him."
"I know you're not because I wasn't going to let that happen." I smiled.
She rolled her eyes. "Well since you don't want kentrell involved. I'll just have keith, kendell, or Keshawn handle the situation cause I can't let this man slide."
"No!" I raised my voice. "Don't do shit. I don't want you or anyone else getting involved in my business, okay?"
"Whatever." She shrugged.
"Paris please don't play with me." I rubbed my hands together.
"Like I said, whatever."
"Just stop talking to me." I grabbed all my things and left out her house, slamming the door behind myself.
She was always tryna save somebody when she doesn't have to because I can handle myself.
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OMNISCIENT.
"John?!" Taymor shouted as he walked in the older man house he's been staying at for the past month. He waited for a response but didn't get an answer back.
"John?" He called out again as he walked up the stairs and he still didn't get a response back. "John?" He called once again, growing irritated because he knew the man was somewhere in the house due to his car being parked in the driveway.
He walked into their bedroom, seeing Jonathan laying on the bed while smoking a blunt.
"Hey." Tay cracked a fake smile. Jonathan watched taymor sit on the edge of the bed as he took his shoes off. "How was your day?" He asked the older man trying to spark a neutral conversation to break the awkward silence.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Ight I guess." Taymor nodded his head and took his jacket off.
