The Dancer

“You want me to call aunt Sophie?” Tony relaxed his stance.

“You mean you haven’t already?” His guilty ass grinned. Nosy fuck! I got what I came for from the kitchen and went back to her.

I guess they left because minutes later Travis came and stood in the doorway.

“Come in Travis, how’s your hand?” I looked at his bruised knuckles and he flexed them to show me that nothing had happened to his throwing hand. “Put that in some ice.”

“Tony already did it, how is she?” She was lying down with her eyes closed. She opened them now and smiled at her brother in an attempt to ease his mind I guess.

He looked at me questioningly and at my nod came over to the bed and laid on the other side of her. Now she was cocooned between her two protectors.

None of us said anything for the longest while, just laid there giving her warmth and trying, at least on my part, to assure her that she was safe in her own home. That motherfucker came to my door. Some people don’t like breathing.

I lifted the bag of ice off her cheek to take a look and my anger just grew. I touched it and she winced, so I kissed her boo-boo. “It looks better baby.” I pulled her into my arms with her head on my chest and looked over her head at the kid.

I laid there feeling helpless, not able to do shit. At least she wasn’t crying anymore, but every once in a while she’d sigh or hiccup. She fell asleep again and I took the chance to ease out from under her and mouth to Travis to follow me from the room.

Tony was already back and sitting in the kitchen twiddling his thumbs. “I pulled the video, you sure you wanna see this shit?” That didn’t deserve an answer, so I just joined him at the table where he had the laptop open.

The video was from my home security. The three of us watched from beginning to end and you could hear a pin drop. “I made a copy for Jackson, I’m gonna run it to him….alone.” He got up and left.

“Travis you ate at mom’s?”

“Yeah.” He dropped down in the seat across from me, and for the first time in the last few hours I realized what responsibility really meant when dealing with a teenage boy. He was taking his cues from me.

How can I bring him down from his mad when I was feeling the same shit? “Tony’s right, we gotta let the law handle this one. Don’t worry, he won’t get away with it.”

“Is he the same guy who put his hand up her skirt?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. “Travis look at me. Let it go, if you get into trouble it won’t help your sister.” I hoped my face wasn’t giving my inner thoughts away. I’d gone ice anyway, so wasn’t much danger of that.

Mom showed up not long after and pretty soon my house was full of people. Fucking reporters started

calling and shit, but I had nothing for them and didn’t stop to wonder how the fuck they knew something had gone down at my home. Mom and aunt Jess stayed in the bedroom with her while us guys hung in the kitchen.

Sherrie and her crazy ass called like three times, but we talked her into staying home with the baby once she was assured that her new friend was going to be okay.

That night when I crawled into bed with her sex was the last thing on my mind, but funny enough she seemed to want to fuck. I had my mother down the hall in one room and her brother in another. Tony had taken aunt Jess home an hour or so ago.

“No baby, you’re hurt.” I can’t believe I was turning down sex. She was crawling all over my chest, placing soft little kisses all over my face and neck while I tried holding her off.

I wasn’t so much worried about our guests as I was the fact that she was hurt. I tried pulling her into my arms so she could go to sleep and she grabbed my dick. Of course that shit was hard, but I was trying to do the right thing. She wasn’t having it.

No words were spoken as I helped her out of her clothes before shedding mine. Or when I turned

her on her back and kissed her lips. “Are you sure?” She nodded her head and pulled my head back down to hers. I felt my heart squeeze in my chest when I felt the cut on her lip.

I was so afraid of hurting her that I didn’t know where or how to touch her. I licked the red scratches on her throat gently until the tension left her body before making my way down her neck to her chest.