Free In Love with a Thug by Reginald L. Hall

badly,” I confessed while sobbing hysterically. He grabbed me with both of his arms and pulled me toward him. The weed smell from his breath was replaced by the scent of his cologne. I grabbed his back and held him close as tightly as I could while letting my tears flow.
    â€œJ.J., it’s gonna be okay, I promise you,” he said as he continued to hold me. I felt so calm while in his arms. I trusted every word he said as I held him tighter.
    â€œI’m glad that you’re here,” I said, letting him go and standing back so I could look in his eyes. I never remembered seeing a pair of eyes so beautiful. This man looked like an older model of Lil’ Bow Wow.
    â€œAre you sure that your jaw doesn’t hurt, Baby?” he asked.
    I put my hand gently over my face. “Yeah, it hurts a little bit but I’ll be okay,” I responded and wiped my eyes.
    â€œNaw, Baby, I got something that will help take that pain away. Do the police know who did this?” he asked, turning around and walking back into the living room.
    â€œNo, they don’t. I don’t think they even looked, to tell you the truth.” I turned around to the flowers when I heard the front door slam. I ran to the door. “Where are you going?” I yelled down the hall as he stood in front of the elevator.
    â€œI’m going to the car to get my stuff. I’ll be right back, J.J. Go inside; I’ll make you some tea when I come back up.” The elevator bell rang and he stepped on. I tried to smile but the pain on my swollen face was intense. I ran inside and proceeded to put my beautiful flowers in water. I couldn’t find a vase that was big enough to hold the flowers so I placed them on the counter. I could use these flowers to take to the hospital in the morning. I know Ant sure could use some cheering up.
    â€œAyo, J, I’m back,” Bryant announced closing the door behind him. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch.
    â€œYo, get the ashtray,” he said, positioning himself on the couch next to where I sat. I went into the kitchen and brought back the ashtray and sat it down in front of us. I then went over to the stereo to turn on some music. Maybe a little Will Downing will help complete the mood, I thought as I placed the CD into the tray. I went back to Bryant where he was splitting the Dutch open. I watched him as he disregarded all of the blunt contents and replaced it with his killer weed. I prepared myself for the relaxation that Bryant had brought to me. As the events of today played over and over in my mind, Bryant’s stimulation as well as our passionate night of lovemaking quickly replaced my thoughts.
    I continued to sit there as he prepared our relaxation, but before he closed up the Dutch he gently poured a few clumps of white substance throughout the grain of the blunt. Afterward he neatly patched up the Dutch and burnt it so that it would hold. He lit that muthafucka and we cruised, and with each puff, I was enjoying the ride.
    I placed my hands down by my side as Bryant placed the blunt in between my lips. I then inhaled softly as I let the electric relaxation take over my mind. I leaned back on the couch watching him take a few puffs. All of a sudden he looked ten times better than he would normally look. I became erect instantly as he passed the Dutch back over to me. I grabbed my hard-on to let him know that it was on and poppin’. My dick extended through my boxers as he smiled. He knows what time it is.
    I got up and walked in the direction toward my bedroom. It felt as if I was floating on a cloud. The furniture seemed smaller than its normal size and the hallway leading to my bedroom seemed longer than normal. I anxiously walked into my bedroom with Bryant following behind. I stumbled a little because I thought there were steps leading from the hallway to the bedroom.
    â€œAre you okay there?” he asked, trying to help me regain my