Kaylee

I looked at him and tears threatened to fall. I have never felt so many emotions until I met him, and I can't honestly decide if that's a bad thing.

Like I said before, he's all I can think about and I want us to work, but if he wants to protect me from the truth he still needs to tell me something about him.

I want to be included, so I'll know what's happening if he gets hurt.

I heard footsteps and looked behind me looking back at the girls. Their facial expressions softened when they noticed the door was open.

"Who was at the door Kay?"

I fully opened the door so they could see how he looked. They gasped at the sight of him which didn't make me feel any better.

He had scratches over his left eye and arms. His shirt was ripped and his pants had a hole in the middle of them, and I could see a bloody gash peeking through the small rip on his ankle.

"H- How did this happen?" I asked softly still trying to wrap my head around this

He chuckled softly but answered.

"Bumpy road." It sounded more like a question than a statement

He looked at me and before I could stop myself, I pulled him into me and hugged him tightly letting my tears fall.

"Baby girl, please don't cry. I'm ok, now that I'm with you." He said stroking my back

I continued to cry not caring what anyone said, all that mattered to me was that my baby is okay and safe with me.

I moved my head from the crook of his neck and took his hand in mine walking him to the couch.

"What happened baby boy?" I said looking at his busted lip

"Car accident. When I was reversing out the driveway to find you, some fucker hit me from the side before I could react. I'm fine though, just a few scratches." He ended with a cough

His expression softened and he hugged me once more.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I said kissing his lips softly

He tried standing up but almost fell, so I immediately balanced him sitting him down on the couch.

"Maya get me the first aid and peroxide. Max get me some wet towels."

They nodded and went into different directions getting what I needed.

"Thank you baby girl." He said adoringly looking at me

"No problem, but we still need to talk after this. Ok?" I responded

He sighed but nodded

The girls came back with my requests and I went to work on his bruised skin.

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"Why did you freak out?" I asked after I got done bandaging his gash

"I don't know." He replied once again looking away from me

"Romeo, you can't keep telling me that. You need to tell me what's happening so I can sleep at night." I said looking at him sternly

The girls were in Max's room at the moment and Romeo and I were still in the front room trying to pick up where we left off.

"I know, but it's complicated." He reassured

I stopped dead in my tracks

I'm so sick and tired of hearing that bullshit

People say things are complicated, because they can't bring themselves to tell the truth. My parents have done it and my closest friends in the past have done it.

"No Romeo, it's not complicated. You just don't want to tell me, and honestly that's fine with me. I don't care anymore. You can leave now." I said fed up

If he was trying to protect me, he might as well get that thought out of his head now.

My mental state is more healthier than my physical but it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm done

I'm not going to force anyone to tell me anything. I've been lied to and lied on, and I just can't do this anymore.

"Baby girl it isn't like-" He started but I cut him off

"What is it like then?" I asked in a venomous tone

He was quiet for a moment but his eyes were pleading at me to calm down and stop.

But that's the thing...

I can't

I've been like this for so long; Not questioning anything and just rolling with everything and I can't deal with it anymore. So many people have been looking over that side of me and just absentmindedly letting me do it, but I can't do it anymore.

If the first person I have to stop it with is Romeo...

So be it

"Get out." I said in a whisper turning my attention to the floor

He looked at me shocked not believing what I said.

"What?"

"I said get out." I said in monotone still looking at the ground

I could feel his eyes burning right through me, but I couldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to me.

"C'mon baby you don't mean that-" He stated trying to walk close to me

"Yes I do Romeo!" I screamed

He was taken back by my sudden outburst and looked at me concerned.

"All my life I've been living in a shadow because nobody wanted to tell me what was going on. My parents an closest friends never told me a damn thing which made us fall out! And now that I gave you a chance, you're going to do the same mother fucking thing! So like I've said three times, get the fuck out!"

His face paled after I finished my rant and he tried several times to say something, but guilt got to him and he quickly shut his mouth. He didn't say anything and got his stuff together and walked out of my house.

I walked to the door and pushed it closed and locked it and slid down beginning to shake in sobs.

I heard footsteps and saw my sisters come to comfort me while I cried in their arms.

"Shh, we know we know, it's all over." Maya said playing with the strands of my hair

"We're here now." Max said hugging me tightly letting me cry on her shoulder

It's finally over...

For good

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Romeo

She absolutely hates me...

How did this even happen?

I was going to set everything straight, but I shut down once again and said it was complicated.

I just want to know why she didn't tell me about her past and how much me saying "it's complicated" would affect her.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn't tell me either, because of the sole fact it wouldn't have affected the mindset I was on;

Telling her I couldn't tell her much

But you could've at least told her something to ease her

My mind retaliated

I know, but I just can't bring myself to doing it. The truth is, ever since I told my father I didn't want to be the next in line in his business he's been disappointed in me, and have been giving me trials to survive.

I can't bring her in that world, because I love her.

I promised myself I wouldn't bring her in that world, because I love her and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she died.

I started walking back to my house thinking about what just happened and my pocket buzzed.

That was weird, I thought it would've crashed in the car crash but I guess it didn't. I pulled it out to see if someone was calling me, but instead I saw someone texted me. I looked through my notifications and clicked on the most recent one.

New Message: (897) 561-8706

That's funny, I don't know that number, and it's out of state, so they probably have the wrong number. I clicked it and it took me to my messaging app...

Next time you won't be so lucky

I gasped when I read it and clutched my phone harshly. I knew something was fishy, but for him to pull some shit like this was ridiculous.

He could've fucking killed me!

With only one thought on my mind I walked to my house creating a plan to finally end this bullshit and win my baby girl back...

Even if that means I'm going to prison