Crazy In Love With A Thug: Bari and Seven by LaDonna Robinson Page A
Authors: LaDonna Robinson
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honestly tell you that."
"Then what are you trippin' off of, Bari?"
"Darshon and Trish ..."
"Fuck Darshon and Trish. We're talking about you and me. You can make up a million excuses, but for real, you don’t have even one.”
“I just don't know what to say. It's not that easy."
"Why not? You got a man?"
"No."
"Then what's so hard about saying we can try? Is it because you just don't want to? I can accept that. Is it because you don't look at me on that level? I can accept that. Is it because you're scared that I'm gon' treat you like everybody else has? ‘Cause I can't accept that. I ain't like nobody else that you've ever come across in your life, Bari. I'm not out to hurt you. What would I get out of that?"
I had lain awake in my bed many times imagining this moment, just imagining that it wasn't so farfetched for Seven to care about me in a real way. Here it was, and I didn't know what to do. Fear was my main reason. He was verbally abusive. I could count on two hands how many times he had called Trish bitches in a five minute period. And not only was he verbally abusive, he had slapped her. He was physically abusive as well.
"Seven look, it's just not a good time. I have too many things going on in my life right now. I finally got what I've wanted for a long time, to be on my own, and I want to see what that feels like."
"You already know what it feels like. You've been on your own for six months already."
I knew what he meant.
"It's just that..."
"Quit. Just say what you got to say. I'm a grown man. I can handle it, Bari. Keep it real. This is an honest conversation. Don't be scared to say what you want to say." I looked at him. "Go ahead."
"You called Trish two hundred bitches and then slapped her," I said in a rush of breath.
He smiled, then ran his thumb back and forth over my hand.
"You called her two thousand bitches and then damn near broke her jaw. Do I need to go on?" I smiled against my will. "Bari, I really, really like you. I like coming home and knowing you're here. I like calling, and you answer the phone. I like missing you when I'm not here. I've never felt that before, and I like it. You give me a lot to look forward to."
"You don't really know me, Seven." He sat up on the couch. "I have too many issues." He put his arm around my shoulders. "Too many insecurities." His hand moved to the back of my head as he pulled me close to him. "Too many ..."
His lips touched mine. I had never kissed a boy, let alone a man, but I had done the hand-practice many times. Not even that prepared me for this. It was slow and lazy, and long.
"You wanna be with me, Bari?" He asked when he pulled back. He looked at me. I nodded in honesty. "Tell me you're mine."
I looked into his eyes. I felt like I was being hypnotized.
"I'm yours," I said, right before my lips met his again.
Chapter 21
"You sure you don't mind, baby? It's like twenty people."
"I don't care, Seven. Really, it's cool." I said, kissing his soft lips. "What do you want me to make?"
"Make? That's what they got cars for. They can bring pizzas or something."
"Uh-uh," I said, shaking my head. "If you're gonna do it, then do it the right way."
"Whatever you want. My Milkshake gon' hook me up?"
I laughed. The nickname he gave me two months ago had stuck like glue. It always made me smile. For the first time in my life, I felt accepted for who and what I was. Seven was patient, understanding and so considerate. We would talk for hours on end, and I felt that for the first time someone understood me. Someone loved me. And I, in return, was hopelessly in love with Seven. He was my everything. My all.
Two months. I had slept in the bed with Seven numerous times. We had laid on the couch and watched movies together. We had bathed together. We had showered together. He had held my naked body against him, and I his. Although Seven often got up with a cold attitude, we had never had sex. His explanation was simple. I wasn't ready for that
"Then what are you trippin' off of, Bari?"
"Darshon and Trish ..."
"Fuck Darshon and Trish. We're talking about you and me. You can make up a million excuses, but for real, you don’t have even one.”
“I just don't know what to say. It's not that easy."
"Why not? You got a man?"
"No."
"Then what's so hard about saying we can try? Is it because you just don't want to? I can accept that. Is it because you don't look at me on that level? I can accept that. Is it because you're scared that I'm gon' treat you like everybody else has? ‘Cause I can't accept that. I ain't like nobody else that you've ever come across in your life, Bari. I'm not out to hurt you. What would I get out of that?"
I had lain awake in my bed many times imagining this moment, just imagining that it wasn't so farfetched for Seven to care about me in a real way. Here it was, and I didn't know what to do. Fear was my main reason. He was verbally abusive. I could count on two hands how many times he had called Trish bitches in a five minute period. And not only was he verbally abusive, he had slapped her. He was physically abusive as well.
"Seven look, it's just not a good time. I have too many things going on in my life right now. I finally got what I've wanted for a long time, to be on my own, and I want to see what that feels like."
"You already know what it feels like. You've been on your own for six months already."
I knew what he meant.
"It's just that..."
"Quit. Just say what you got to say. I'm a grown man. I can handle it, Bari. Keep it real. This is an honest conversation. Don't be scared to say what you want to say." I looked at him. "Go ahead."
"You called Trish two hundred bitches and then slapped her," I said in a rush of breath.
He smiled, then ran his thumb back and forth over my hand.
"You called her two thousand bitches and then damn near broke her jaw. Do I need to go on?" I smiled against my will. "Bari, I really, really like you. I like coming home and knowing you're here. I like calling, and you answer the phone. I like missing you when I'm not here. I've never felt that before, and I like it. You give me a lot to look forward to."
"You don't really know me, Seven." He sat up on the couch. "I have too many issues." He put his arm around my shoulders. "Too many insecurities." His hand moved to the back of my head as he pulled me close to him. "Too many ..."
His lips touched mine. I had never kissed a boy, let alone a man, but I had done the hand-practice many times. Not even that prepared me for this. It was slow and lazy, and long.
"You wanna be with me, Bari?" He asked when he pulled back. He looked at me. I nodded in honesty. "Tell me you're mine."
I looked into his eyes. I felt like I was being hypnotized.
"I'm yours," I said, right before my lips met his again.
Chapter 21
"You sure you don't mind, baby? It's like twenty people."
"I don't care, Seven. Really, it's cool." I said, kissing his soft lips. "What do you want me to make?"
"Make? That's what they got cars for. They can bring pizzas or something."
"Uh-uh," I said, shaking my head. "If you're gonna do it, then do it the right way."
"Whatever you want. My Milkshake gon' hook me up?"
I laughed. The nickname he gave me two months ago had stuck like glue. It always made me smile. For the first time in my life, I felt accepted for who and what I was. Seven was patient, understanding and so considerate. We would talk for hours on end, and I felt that for the first time someone understood me. Someone loved me. And I, in return, was hopelessly in love with Seven. He was my everything. My all.
Two months. I had slept in the bed with Seven numerous times. We had laid on the couch and watched movies together. We had bathed together. We had showered together. He had held my naked body against him, and I his. Although Seven often got up with a cold attitude, we had never had sex. His explanation was simple. I wasn't ready for that
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