Page 121 of I See You

His gaze followed her every step as she walked into the kitchen, the scent of her body wash and lotion wrapping around him, warm and tempting. His dick twitched with interest, a reaction he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.

“Damn, that shit fatter in the shorts,” six-year-old Hassan whispered, grinning, reading his mind.

Hassan said nothing, just watched as she moved with that soft confidence that always managed to disarm him.

“Want some coffee?” Sevyn asked over her shoulder. “I need to calm this liquor down.”

She didn’t wait for a reply—just brought out two mugs, handing him his without a word. Black. No cream, no sugar. Just how he liked it.

She remembered. And somehow, that hit harder than the demons ever could.

She handed him the cup, and he nodded—silent, but thankful— before she sank into the chair across from him.

“So, what’s wrong, Hassan?” she asked, voice soft and steady as she took a sip of her coffee and bit into a sliced pickle.

“I know she could suck a mean dick. Them beautiful-ass lips wrapped around that pickle… got me nutting just watching,” ten- year-old Hassan muttered, twitching in his seat like he couldn't sit still with the thought.

Hassan’s glare cut sharp in his direction. Sevyn noticed, eyes following his gaze—but saw nothing. Just space.

He pulled his eyes back to her. “I’m bipolar,” he said, low.

Her brows lifted for only a second before her expression softened again, her calm never wavering.

“Isometimesblackoutinanger…hearvoices…have hallucinations.”

It was the truth. One only his family knew. But keeping it fromSevyn felt like lying, and he couldn’t do that—not to her.

“Thisniggareallyopeninguptoabitch,”ten-year-oldHassan scoffed, smirking as he leaned back.

Hassan’s jaw ticked. Another glare. Sevyn’s eyes flicked again, sensing something. Still seeing nothing.

“Areyouhavinghallucinationsrightnow?”sheasked,stillcalm.

Not afraid. Just… trying to understand.

He didn’t answer. Just stared past her. And she saw it—anger, coldness, exhaustion all layered in his eyes. But underneath it all, for the first time… sadness.

It cracked something in her chest.

She took another sip, then stood, walking toward him until she was close. Closer than she'd ever been in this kind of silence.

“When did you find out?” she asked, now sitting beside him.

His eyes didn’t meet hers. They lingered on the ten-year-old version of himself still grinning devilishly.

“Right before my eleventh birthday. A little after I killed the nigga who killed my parents.”

Sevyn didn’t flinch. Just nodded and stood in front of him, waiting until his eyes finally met hers… then dropped, slowly dragging down her body before returning to her face.

“Stand up,” she said.

And without question, he obeyed.

“Bitch,” six-year-old Hassan spat, rolling his eyes. But Hassan didn’t even blink his way this time.

“Who’s here now?” she asked gently, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Two of me. Me at six… and ten.”

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