The moment I unlock my door, I know someone is inside. Flicking on the light, I see Babydoll curled up on the couch, asleep. I don’t know why she’s here, especially since she’s been ignoring me for days.
I’m about to shower and wash the paint from my face, but she stirs. “Punky?”
“Aye.”
She sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. “Your face.”
I’m still coming to terms with her American accent. Not because I don’t like it, but rather, that I still don’t know who she is.
She jumps up and makes her way over to me. I stand tall, allowing her to gently turn my cheeks so she can take a closer look at my face.
“What happened?”
“What happened was my best friend was beaten within an inch of his life. If he hadn’t called me, I don’t know what would have happened.”
I don’t know why I’m tell
