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Zendi's Point of View

I covered a sleeping Paris with my jacket, after placing her in a comfortable position on one of the benches.

"Back to you." I took up a cup of soup that I had to persuade the cook for, due to the fact that they had closed up the kitchen for the night.

"I don't want any, Zen, am not hungry."

"You have to try; you can't eat any hard food until the next twenty-four hours. This is like water, baby."

Her eyes met mine, and my heart skipped a beat. She has no idea how beautiful she is. How captivating she is, I am annoyed that she allows such a prick to steal her heart.

"Brianna, you got to eat; come on, eat for me." I sat next to her in the seat Amari was sitting in.

"If you don't eat, then they'll have to continue feeding you through the IV, and I hate seeing you all tangled up."

She smiled softly and I blew at the soup. I placed it down and sighed.

"Wait first," I lift her head a bit, scared of the stitch wound. "Maybe they should feed you through it."

After successfully adjusting her, I then proceeded to feed her, grimacing my face along with hers.

"I'm so sorry, you ain't gotta drink no more. Jus' stay for two minutes, then I'll help you lay back."

I fear for her so badly that it consumes me.

Placing the half cup down, I sat and held her hand and placed my other in her hair. She has the perfect forehead. Everything about her is just good enough for me.

"If only I could kiss you now, and you wouldn't run and avoid me again."

Maybe kissing would ruin the friendship we had, but the veil was long removed from my eyes, and I knew what I felt for her was deeper than just friendly love.

They all knew of my sexuality; it's obvious as the day that I didn't try to hide it. At first, I was bisexual, but then I went through something I always wanted to forget; since then,  I have never looked at a man the same for myself.
Instead, I enjoyed women's company, but when it comes to Brianna, it's more than that. I have yet to place my fingers on it, but I know for sure that I care a little more than friends do. I know because I don't feel that for Amari.

It might have been wrong to kiss her, but if it was wrong, why did it feel so right?

Caressing her hand and her forehead, I glanced down at our close contact.

"Am sorry," She spoke ever so softly.

I glanced up at her and noticed she was using her IV arm to touch the side of my head. I had the nurse change it.

"I should be the one apologizing, I almost killed us."

"It's not your fault. I was wrong about him; I've always been wrong about him, and I didn't know better. I should have listened to you."

"It's fine, you always try and see the good in people, it's fine," I had planned to take my frustration out, but on second thought, I would just add fuel to the fire. She's hurting, she has been hurt and it would make it worse if I blamed her for staying with that man. So I will be here for her to lean on instead of telling her the fact that she never experienced real love and she was looking for it in the wrong place.

I took her hand from my head and placed a kiss on it. She has the softest skin and such good melanin.

"I just can't wrap my head; why did I choose Kajan? Who is Kajan for me to choose him? Look at how many men wanted me.  I was blinded."

I never liked Kajan but who was I to not support my friend? Even if the decision is bad, I will support it until it's time to step out. How could I have stepped out when she took So long to tell me he was abusing her?
Not this time, he won't get away with it. Even after kissing her, she started avoiding me; how could I think straight when she kissed me back? Did she make a mistake? Am I ruining her innocence? That's not my intention.

"Shhh." I whispered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the side of her head. I want to be her peace. I want to be that person. She doesn't have to be so self-blaming. I then kissed her softly on the cheek and my breath hitched. I want to kiss her so bad; it's causing a mental battle in my head.

Our face remains closed, and my lips brush against her skin. I leaned up, and my eyes fell to eyes, to her nose, and her lips. Her tongue trails over them, and the thought of taking them between my teeth crosses my mind.

Fuck

Attempting to get up I turn my head away from her and shove the chair back. I started removing my hand from hers, but she squeezed.

"Don't go."

Unable to talk, I nodded my head and got up, I walked over to Paris and turned her on the other side. Keeping my back to her, I closed my eyes and recollect myself.

"It's time for you to lay down and rest," I walked back to her and grimaced; I then pulled the sheets closer to her neck. "Try an' get some sleep, I gotta see if I can grab a cushion from one of them nurses. Paris ain't gonna be comfy when she wakes up."

I leaned over her and adjusted her head.

The warmness of her fingertips touched the nakedness of my lower belly, and my breath hitched. I froze over her and looked down to see her hand underneath my T-shirt. My shorts sagged on my waist, showing my underpants.

She doesn't know what she's doing.

"Stop," I said firmly; I removed her hand from under my T-shirt and adjusted my sagging shorts.

"Why?" Why does her voice have to sound so mellow? Like the sound of a soft melody singing in my ears.

"Cause you vulnerable. You don't know what you are doing," I took up my phone and was about to walk out. The time shows 12:20am. 

A million ghosts probably roam the hall of this hospital; I should probably get going, not that I am scared, but she is. How did she even succeed in living alone?

"I know what am doing, Zendi."

She doesn't, she's threading in a dangerous field. She's vulnerable and I don't need her blaming herself later for something she might regret.

I spun around and leaned over her, my mouth inches from hers, and I held her neck in position.
Her lips begged for mine; my fingers begged to trail down her body. My eyes threatened to look at her chest.
Her mouth parted and I grit my teeth.

"Kiss me," Her melodic voice said.

"I won't."

"Why?" She asked, lifting her Arms and placing them underneath my T-shirt. She used whatever strength she had and pulled at the band of my underpants. She makes me want to lash my lips onto her nipples. I want to feel her coming on my fingers. Images of her flashed through my mind, and the grip on my teeth tightened.

My imagination is both a blessing and a curse.

I briefly closed my eyes and removed her hands from me.

"I don't want to hurt you, you are not well. Stop," She thugs at my clothes and I step back. "Stap nuh man, stap drag pan mi my girl."

"Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Because you are not listening to me, if I kiss you again, you are mine. Every inch of you, so until you are sure you want me,  don't fuck around Brianna." I leaned over her and placed a soft peck on her forehead.

"Go to sleep. Katie is coming in the morning."

Needed to get out of there, I adjusted my clothes, took up the soup cup, and walked out, closing the door behind me.

Turning my phone on, I checked to see a message from Cals.

'If she's not with you weh she deh?'

I had texted him to get home to his woman and I wasn't nice about it.
Even though Amari never says much, I can see it in her eyes that she's crying out for help. She's been crying out for help for a while now.

Nico is coming, and I know Cals needs to get a grip before Nico returns. Amari might have moved on with him but I know a piece of her will always feel something for my brother.
Not wanting to be the cause of their relationship falling apart, I have done my best. Cals needs to get himself together.

Paris needs her parents together.

Staring at his message, my brows furrowed.

I called her number, which led to a voicemail.

"Amari Jackson. Please leave a message or give me a callback. Thank you."

I stopped walking and threw the cup into a bin.
Upon checking her location, her last location was on a Kingston highway. Her phone is powered off!

Where is she?

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Thoughts?  Who has thought about it? ( Her having feelings for Brie) There were hints.
I love how she cares for Brie; she doesn't take advantage of her vulnerability.

If you guys are wondering how I succeeded with Zendi's point of view... I appreciate a woman's body; if she looks good den, she looks good. I would say to a female that she looks fuckable. Maybe I am bisexual, maybe I am straight. 😉I will leave that for you guys to battle about in the comment section.

Are you guys ready to meet Nico?

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