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We went from “it’s nothing” to “it wasn’tthatbig of a deal.”
“Ama…”
“He just… kind of got a little too close. You know… uncomfortably close,” she said. I didn’t have to beg for more. One look at my face told her that I wasn’t going to give up until she told me everything. “He just sort of backed me up against the doorjamb,” she explained. “Then he sort of played with my hair, and leaned in, and smelled my neck. And he just… said some things. That’s it. Really, it was no big deal. Then Maurice came home and your dad moved away. That’s it.”
Maurice was our neighbor across the hall. A guy who could have been a pro linebacker if he didn’t blow his knees out in high school football. He took all that big and burly and worked security at a strip club instead. So, yeah, the man had that whole ‘protect the girls’ in his bones.
My dad would make sure he didn’t give him a reason to rearrange his face.
“Thank you for telling me,” I said, getting to my feet and walking toward the door we had propped open.
“Seeley, no!” she shrieked, rushing behind me, grabbing my arm, but she just had to walk along with me because I wasn’t stopping.
My blood was fucking gasoline.
And she’d just lit a match.
I had nothing but destruction in mind.
“Seeley, stop!” she yelled, throwing herself in front of the door just as I got to it.
“Ama, move,” I demanded, voice as calm as I could muster right then.
Which wasn’t very calm.
Because that motherfucker backed her against a wall. He touched her. He smelled her. He said shit to her. And, more so than all of that and the possessiveness it cause to rise in me, he made her feelunsafe.
That wasn’t going to stand.
I didn’t give a single fuck that he had literally created me. I would gut the motherfucker for this.
“Seeley, no,” she said, placing both of her hands to my chest. “Let it go.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“He was high.”
“He’s always fucking high. That’s not an excuse,” I said, taking another step forward.
And this girl.
What did she do?
What was her method of stopping me?
She threw her arms around me and held on for dear life.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice tight, and I was praying she didn’t know why.
I mean, sure, Ama was a bit of a hugger. Which, for someone who had never had a hug from another human being before, had been a shock. But a pleasant one. That said, they were always quick hugs. Like her affection bubbled up and burst out, and she just had to show you it. It was over in seconds.
This, though?
This was different.
She was holding on like she was never going to let go.
Her whole body was plastered to mine.
