Page 88 of Regancy & Savior
“Your father raped me, and you think I’m supposed to let my child be around you people? What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. My eyes went from her and started scanning the room for something to hit her with.
“He didn’t rape you. You wanted it, and you know it. Too bad my father isn’t here to finally meet the child he knew had out there. How selfish of you?” She acted like she had a valid gripe with me.
That was it. Before I knew it, I picked up the paper weight from my desk and hit her square in the head with it. It was one thing to bring up my rape, but it was another to regard my child as anything in relation to her sick ass father.
“Bitch! You’ll regret that.” She pointed in my direction as Savior now appeared in my doorway. He must’ve recognized the expression on my face.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lena?” he asked, stepping protectively in front of me.
“I just wanted this bitch to know that she wasn’t that fucking special. She’s such a pass that my daddy got a taste. Now she has you worshiping the ground she walks on. I also want her to know that I’m coming for my sister.”
“Shorty, you gotta be high as fuck to walk your stupid ass in here.” Savior shook his head and nodded for Beck to handle her.
“Where are my brothers, Savior? I know you have them…” Her sentence trailed off when Beck snatched her ass up.
“What brothers?” he asked in a blank tone. He never turned around to look in her direction. He was too busy checking me out like she’d touched me.
“I know you have them!”
The moment she said those words, he went cold. I could feel his energy switch the moment he looked away from me at her. “Do me a favor and enjoy the last few hours of ya life, Lena.” The way he said that sent a chill down my spine, so I knew it spooked her. He had that edgy tone of voice and that callous look in his eyes.
I didn’t remember how I got home or even when I got here. Everything after the visit from old girl was a blur. I was emotionally drained, and all I wanted to do was stare into thin air. I long ago made peace with what happened to me, but somehow, I kept getting faced with it.How were you supposed to heal from something that you could never fully put behind you?It seemed like every corner I turned, it was popping up, and nothing I did was good enough. Then to hear that the reason this situation had popped up was because of Amil hurt. It hurt because he was my brother, and even though I didn’t know thenature of whatever he had with old girl, I could see in her eyes that she was out to hurt me.So why couldn’t he?
“You know I love you regardless, right? I mean, I wanted to knock yo’ ass off that night at yo’ spot when you acted like you weren’t gonna give me my money. But then you fucked around and exposed me to you and who you were. You showed me you and then wouldn’t let me do you any kind of way. Yeen meet me halfway or none of that. Instead, you made a nigga become all that you need.” His voice filled the bedroom. His words were like a warm blanket in the artic. They were heavy and loving, reminding me that I had him.
“Did you know?” I sat up and looked at him.
“I don’t look at you no different. Shit, if that nigga was alive today, I’d take joy in watching his life spill from him.” The look in his eyes convinced me. It didn’t take much though, because Savior had this vibrancy about him that I felt through his body language. He’d been walking heavy these last few days. Maybe it was that.
I watched him sit on the side of the bed so that we were face-to-face. His eyes were peering into my soul almost like they were daring me not to share my deepest and darkest moments with him. So I did. I opened my mouth and allowed the question that haunted me to spill from my lips.
“I’ve made peace with what happened to me, but why am I not allowed to get over it? It’s like I’m constantly faced with what happened because I’m damaged, right…” My sentence trailed off because I was overtaken with emotion, and my lip started quivering.
He used his thumb to wipe the tears that trailed down my cheeks. “For the rest of our lives, not a soul will ever make you feel the way that nigga made you feel back then. Yeen nowhere near damaged. You’re fucking perfect, and you everything to anigga. When I say everything, I mean that shit.” He leaned over and pecked my lips. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”
I nodded. His words, attentiveness, and ability to just be present mentally, physically, and emotionally soothed me. “I love you.”
“Shit, you better. I’m putting niggas in the dirt for you, baby.” He said it in a joking manner, but I could tell he was serious, and somehow, I found solace in that. He was who he was, but when he told me he had me or he’d do anything for me, I believed him without a doubt. He had proven his words in the past and never given me a reason to doubt a word that came out of his mouth.He was my Savior.
I didn’t exactly remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was in bed alone, and my phone was on the side of me ringing off the hook. I grabbed it and looked at the screen, and it was my father. I pressed answer and put the phone on speaker before placing it on the pillow next to me.
“Yes, Papa.” I closed my eyes waiting for his response.
“Why have I called you over three times before I can get an answer?” he questioned.
“Because I was sleep.”
“I called you earlier too.” He sounded worried.
“I was sleep then as well.”
“Seems like you sleep a lot, baby girl.” He was being nosy now, which meant he had either talked to my mama or Kale.
“Pregnant women do a lot of that, Papa.”
“What do you mean pregnant? From my understanding you are not dating anyone, so how can you be pregnant?” His tone was stern, and he was serious.
“Well, I?—”
