LOVE IS BLIND
Hey, yo I don't even know you and I hate you
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried, but she never could escape you
She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?
I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him
I thought you was a doctor be on call for him
Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn't love, baby girl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen
Emma stood there in disbelief. She couldn't believe what had just happened. JT her best friend, and he had just raped her. She felt dirty as she stood in her shower. Yet no matter how hard she scrubbed, how long she stood there the feeling wouldn't go away. She heard someone come in the door. She figured it was her mom or her step dad. She got out, wrapped her self in a towel and went to her room. She looked at her alarm clock. It was only 1 in the afternoon. Neither of them should be home yet.
"Emma, you down there?" It was Peter.
How did he get in? she thought to herself. Then she realized she had left her keys at his house.
"Yea." she yelled back.
She heard Peter come down the stairs. What she didn't realize was the look on his face when he saw her. At least not at first.
"Hey babe, what's wrong?" she asked as soon as she realized that Peter had stopped half way down the steps.
"What happened to your arms?" He had asked out of concern. He knew as well as she did that she could lie her self out of this one. The bruises were clearly hand marks. What he didn't know was that the person who had done this to her, was one of her best friends.
"Emma, answer me." she was close to tears now but he didn't care. Not at the moment. All he cared about was finding out what had happened to her.
"Its nothing, really. I just…" but she was cut off.
"Emma, don't even try to lie. Tell me who did this now." his voice was starting to raise and he was starting to scare her.
"Babe please its nothing. I swear, just believe me." she said as she started to cry.
"Look I'm sorry okay, but Emma please just tell me what happened." his voice had softened. He walked over to her and held her as she cried. Her hair was still went form the shower and she was still in nothing but a towel. At the moment though she didn't care. She felt safe as he held her, and that was all that mattered.
"Emma, please just tell me." he asked. Almost pleading with her.
"JT" that's all she cold out before sobbing again.
"JT, what do you mean JT. Did JT do this to you." she nodded "Emma what happened?" he asked again.
"I went over to his house today and when I got there he grabbed my arms and forced me onto the couch and…" that's all she could get out before crying again. She hadn't need to say anymore. Peter had figured it out.
"Emma, I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have bailed out on you."
He couldn't figured out why she hadn't said anything. He looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep. He carefully picked her up and place her under the blankets. He then kicked off his shoes and took off his coat and crawled in next to her. He quickly fell asleep.