I woke up to an empty bed. I ain't tripping because I really don't want to see his face. I lifted up and felt pains on my arm. I looked down at my arm and had bruises from yesterday when Rari was ruffing me up. My arm literally had a big ass hand print on it. Rari never showed me this side of him like he was on whole another level of tripping like, I thought he was really going to put his hands on me as in them domestic violence videos I be watching. I put on a tank top to cover my nude boobs. Than I went to the bathroom and rinsed my face in warm water. I than dried my face and started to brush my teeth. I cut the shower on steaming hot. I grabbed the radio and hooked it in the bathroom and plugged my phone up to the aux cord. I turned the radio all the up as far as it went. U should've known better by Monica. I let the hot water roam my body. I washed in my favorite scent. When I done. I wrapped up in a towel and unplugged my phone and radio. I swiped my hand across the foggy mirror and looked at myself in the mirror.

"T you mad at me" I heard a gentle voice say. I looked at Rari and his eyes was blood shot red. He looked like he ain't slept in weeks. "You look tired maybe you should rest" I said to him. He grabbed me from behind and rested his head in my neck. He gave me a few kisses and left the bathroom. I plugged up the blow dryer and dried my damp hair. I grabbed my phone off the counter and searched for the nearest hair salon. I dried the rest of my body and I put on a bra and some panties to match. I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I grabbed my all black Chanel purse Rari purchased for me. "Where the keys" I said. He smacked his pockets "I ain't got them check downstairs where you going anyways" he said. "To get my hair done ill be back later" I told him exiting the room. He followed behind me "your hair looks fine though" he said. "I want some different" I said getting in the car pulling off. When I pulled up at a hair salon it was quite a few people there. I walked in and they all greeted me with big smiles. I signed in and took a seat.

After almost 2 hours of waiting it was finally my turn.

The stylist was a young guy with beautiful light skin. He had deep brown eyes and a smile you could spot from a mile away. He had dreads but not full ones. He only had dreads on the top and the rest was cut off on the sides and the back. His lips was good enough to bite off his face. He had some tattoos on his arms and neck. His name tag read "Bishop". "How are you" he spoke in a sexy deep tone. His voice sent chills thru my body. "I'm good and yourself" I said. "Same how can I assist you today" he said smiling. "I want to dye my hair" I said. "Okay what color" he said. "A red some like a Burgundy color" I told him. "Yes that would match your skin tone" he said.

After he dyed my hair, Bishop than gave me a silk press. After that he gave me some curls and wrapped my hair and sat me under the dyer.

The shop was closing but Bishop wasn't done with my hair so we ended up being the only ones there. When I came from up under the dryer. He combed my hair down "You like it" he said. I looked in the mirror and my hair was beautiful. "Oh my god thank you" I said running my fingers thru my hair. I reached in my purse and handed him Rari card. "No you fine it's on the house" he said giving me the card back. "No I can pay" I told him. "How about I get your number instead beautiful" he said.

"Well I have a boy friend" I said. He gave me a look and shrugged his shoulders "I don't care he gone get mad if you have friends" he asked. "Well you have pen and paper" I asked. He pulled out his phone and I keyed my number in. "Well since I didn't pay the best thing I can do is help you clean up around here" I told him grabbing the broom. He smiled. I swept the floor while he cleaned the chair and his work station. "Do you love your boy friend" he asked me. "yes he was there for me when no one else was" I said to him. "You sure you don't love what he do for you" he said. "What do you mean what he do for me" I asked. "You can love someone fully but sometimes you not really loving them you just loving what they do for you because you never had anyone do the things he or she is doing" he said. "It's getting late I think I'm a go" I said. I grabbed my purse. He grabbed my arm where it was sore at. I winced. "Ah shit ma I ain't mean to grab you that hard" he said rubbing my arm. I pulled my arm "no you good" I said. He pulled my arm and seen the bruises on it. "He hits you" he asked. "No he don't hit me I bruise really easily we was playing and shit" I said lien. He laughed "that's a typical excuse but hey that's your business good night before he track your phone down and come beat me up" he said giggling. I immediately started to laugh, because i could see Rari doing some crazy shit like that.

When I got home it was dark ass fuck and smelled like straight liquor. I cut the light on and he was drunk laid out on the hard floor with alcohol spilled everywhere. I walked over to him and lifted his head up. "Baby this has to go" I said taking the bottle from his hand. He looked at me with tears in his eyes "I'm sorry baby, I just keep fucking up please don't leave me" he spoke in a soft tone. I nodded and kissed his lips "I'm not going anywhere Rari" I said. I helped him up to his feet and laid him on the couch. I looked at him and thought about what he said. The funny thing about it is, even if i wanted to leave I couldn't leave.

Where would I go ? I don't have anyone but Rari that's the sad part.