The sun beamed through the drawn curtains waking me up from my sleep. I immediately got out of bed and snatched the curtains closed. I climbed back under the covers and closed my eyes to go back to sleep. Just as I was dozing off I could hear a knock at the door.

"Ughh" I groaned and snatched the covers off of me. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 8:15 am.

"Bro who the fuck?" I said to myself as I got out of bed to open the door. I didn't have on any pants, just a t shirt and my underwear but I didn't even care.

I stood on my tip toes to look through the peep hole to see Quincy just standing there.

"What're you doing here?" I said in annoyance. It was too damn early to be awake right now.

"Good morning" He smiled at me. I just stared back at him blankly waiting for him to answer the question.

"Put on some pants let's go get breakfast" Quincy replied.

"Why ain't you somewhere sleep? It's too damn early to be thinking about some food" I yawned rubbing my eyes. "Come in" I stepped to the side allowing him to come inside.

"My flight lea-"

"Shhh be quiet" I said in a whisper.

I didn't want Michelle to hear his voice. The way she's been acting lately I don't know if she was going to run to Jacobi and let him know what's up.

I followed behind Quincy as he walked into my bedroom. I closed and locked the door behind me. I wasn't taking no chances on her coming in to ask me a question even though we haven't spoken in a week.

"So are we going to breakfast or what?"

"No, we're going to sleep." I replied climbing into my bed.

"I'm not sleepy though"

"I mean you can go get food by yourself or you can come lay down. It's up to you. Either way I'm not leaving this bed" I shrugged and moved over making space for him to lay in his normal spot.

"I'm fucking hungry" He said smacking his lips. He pulls off his t shirt, leaving on his sweatpants and climbed into bed. He wrapped his arms around me and started to pull me closer to him.

"Aht aht don't touch me"

"Man shut yo ass up and go to sleep" He replied pulling me closer against his body.

I was too tired to even say something smart back so I just closed my eyes and went to sleep.

When I woke up I could hear the sound of the tv. I laid completely still debating on whether or not I was ready to wake up for the day. As I continued to lay there I realized I was snuggled up against Quincy.

"Ew get off of me" I said sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Finally, my damn arm was about to fall off" Quincy replied and started to move his arm around.

"Oh shut up you loved every minute of that"

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

"Can we go get food now? I'm finna pass out" Quincy said from the bedroom.

"Yeah" I called out. Once I was done, I just slipped on some sweatpants and t shirt. I slipped on my yeezy slides and grabbed my purse. I peaked my head out the door to make sure Michelle wasn't chilling in the living room.

"Alright come on" I said motioning for him to follow me.

"What you don't want her to know I'm here?" He frowned at me.

"That is correct"

"Man I'll scream right now. Say I won't"

"Stooooop" I laughed. I grabbed my keys off the counter and we headed out. Once we made it to the car we decided to stop at Walgreens so I could get my PlanB and he wanted to get Lyric a bunch of candy.

I walked down the aisle searching for the PlanB box. Once I found it I grabbed it and headed back to where Quincy was. My phone vibrated in my purse so I reached to grab. As I turned the corner I bumped into a person causing me to drop my stuff.

"My fault" The voice said as he reached down to grab my phone and the box. "Fun night huh?" He laughed and looked up at me.

I instantly froze.

It was him.

"Ms. Chocolate Goddess. Long time no see" He smiled at me.

I snatched my phone and the PlanB box from his hands before speed walking off to find Quincy. I turned down the candy aisle and there he was

"She like sour patch kids?" He asked showing me the big bag he had in his basket along with various other candy.

"Yeah, can we go now?" I questioned glancing over my shoulder.

"I need to grab a gift bag or something to put the stuff in" He started to walk in the opposite direction of me and I quickly grabbed his arm.

"Now Quincy."

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned at me.

"I don't feel good. I need to eat something" I lied just trying to get out of this store.

"It'll literally take 2 seconds to grab a bag"

"It's just candy. She doesn't need a gift bag. C'mon it's already getting late. You know them restaurants finna be crowded it's after church hours" I stated grabbing his hand and leading him to the registers.

"When I'm hungry you just go to sleep but when you're hungry we gotta just drop everything. That's crazy" He said shaking his head at me as he put all of our stuff on the counter.

"Don't you just love it here?" I smiled at him, showing off my dimples that I know he loves.

"Aye g your sleeves raw as fuck. Did it hurt?" I heard the voice say. The hairs on the back of my neck raised. I instantly felt sick to my stomach.

"Nah it was light work" Quincy replied.

"You got something to drink?" Quincy asked me as he handed the cashier the PlanB box.

I could literally feel the guy's forearm on my neck again cutting off my airway. I know this is all subconscious but I really can't breathe right now.

I just shook my head no. I was trying my best to act normal because I didn't know how Quincy would react if I told him that this was the guy that raped me.

"Grab a bottle of water or something"

"Here you go" The dude said from behind me. Just the thought of having to turn around and see his face again made me want to throw up. I could feel my mouth starting to water and I got an instant wave of heat.

"I need air" I said before rushing out the store. As soon as I made it outside, I put my hands on the top of my head and started to breath in and out to try to calm myself down before I had an actual panic attack in this parking lot.

"You're okay Paris, You're okay" I said to myself as I walked over to the car. The only person I could think to call was Michelle. She's the only person who's been around through my panic attacks and knows how to calm me down.

Just as I was about to dial her number I looked up and Quincy was leaving out the store. I watched as he looked around for me before seeing me sitting in the car. I had like 10 seconds to slow down my breathing before he got in this car and sensed something was wrong.

"You're okay Paris, You're okay" I said to myself closing my eyes briefly.

"Yo you good?" He asked as he opened the door, "You think it's the food we had last night?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, "Can I have some water?" I managed to say.

"Yeah" He said as he sat down in the drivers seat. He twisted the top of the bottle and handed it over to me. My hand was trembling as I reached for the bottle but I don't think he noticed. I sat back in my seat and started to chug down the water.

I could feel his eyes on me as I drank. The more I try to fight it the worst it got. I knew I had to just let it happen, that was the only way it would pass on it's own.

After everything that happened I would have my sleep paralysis almost every night, then it escalated to actual panic attacks throughout the day. It got so bad that even closing the bathroom door behind me could trigger it. The more I began to block out the trauma the less and less I'd have a panic attack.

Seeing him again, just brought everything back to square one.

"Do I need to take you to the hospital?"

I shook my head no. "Just squeeze my hand" I said reaching for his hand. I closed my eyes and started to breath in and out again. I could sense some hesitation from him but he eventually did it.

"Why am I squeezing your hand?" He questioned.

"Shhh" I replied. I sat there for a few seconds before opening my eyes. I could see the dude leaving out the store.

"You good?" Quincy asked me again.

"Huh?" I looked over at Quincy who was looking at me very confused.

He looks out the windshield trying to see what I was looking at. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked me in the eyes. I could tell he was trying to read my face so I immediately broke eye contact and started to chug down the water again.

He looks back at the guy and then at me. I watched as the realization appeared on his face.

"Quincy don't"

Before I could even get his name out my mouth he was already out the car.

"Quincy!" I called out.

"Aye check it out" Q said as he approached. Before the guy could even open his mouth to acknowledge Q, Q had already punched him so hard in the face he went down to the ground.

I just froze as I watched Q beat the shit out of this man. I wanted to tell him to stop but I also wanted him to keep going. Blood was leaking from the guy's face at this point but Q just kept throwing direct hits to his face. I hate seeing guys fight because they have so much power behind their punches but this dude deserved this and much more.

I finally snapped out my trance once I seen the security starting to approach them.

"Hey stop!" The security guard yelled out.

"Nah man move! I ain't done. Call the police ion give a fuck" Q said pushing the security. The man was lying on the ground leaking blood from his face.

"Q stop let's go home" I said and tried to pull him off as well.

"Fuck that this muhfucka a rapist!" Q shouted aloud.

"He a what?" The security guard said and let him return to beating his ass. I just stared at him in disbelief.

"Stop! Bro stop!" The guy pleaded but Q kept sending face shot after face shot.

"If I ever see yo ass again that's yo life. I swear to God!" Quincy said finally giving in to me pulling him away. I began to pull his arm like he was some bad ass kid. He snatched his arm out of my grip and gave the guy one hard ass kick to the face.

I winced and turned away that shit had to hurt. Q walked passed me and I looked back at the dude laying there unconscious on the ground.

I looked over and Quincy was almost at the car. I ran over and got inside the car. Before I could even close the door all the way he sped away. I put on my seatbelt and just looked at him.

He was pissed.

His jaw was clenched and the vein on his temple was popping out.

I looked at his hand that was on the steering wheel and his knuckles were covered in blood. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even say something he started yelling at me.

"Why the fuck you ain't say something when we was in the fucking store? Why would you just stand there?"

"Is that why you wanted to leave? Yo ass been saw him and didn't say shit? You was just gon let us leave and not say shit?" He just kept ranting on and on.

I closed my eyes trying my best to zone him out to regulate my breathing to calm me down. What if the security goes back and reports this to the police? I didn't want him getting arrested over this. The way he beat dude I knew he wasn't just about to get up off the concrete like everything was normal. He definitely needs a hospital.

This is exactly why I didn't say anything.

I've never Quincy get genuinely angry before but I knew it couldn't be a pretty sight. The people who are the most laid back and nonchalant are always the ones with the worst temper.

The panic attack was only getting worse, my chest was getting tighter and tighter by the second.

"Pull over" I said pointing to the shoulder on the expressway. I needed to stand up so I could get some air.

"What?" He frowned looking at me like I was crazy.

"Please." My breathing started to get more rapid. He merged over and before he could even put the car in park I opened my door.

"Get out" I told him.

"What're you-" I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my body. "Tighter" I told him. Although it seems counterproductive it actually works. He didn't say anything, he didn't fight with me, he just held me.

I don't know why but the sound of all the cars speeding by and him holding me tightly was very calming. We stood like that for a while before I eventually calmed down all the way.

"Thank you" I said pulling away from him and walking back to the car.

I let out a sigh of relief as I buckled my seatbelt. Quincy got back into the car and started it up. "My fault for yelling. I didn't know"

"It's all good" I reassure him. "Can we just go back to my place? I'll cook"

"Yeah we can" He nods his head and merges back onto the expressway. "Next time I ask you if you're okay don't lie to me Paris. On some real shit bro."

"I won't"

"I'm dead ass. I'll kill any nigga bout you don't ever bite your tongue. Speak up. Ion care if we're together or not, if a nigga moving foul let me know."

"Okay" I nodded my head.

"I'm serious Paris" He said looking over at me for a split second before turning his attention back to the road.

"I know you are. I'll let you know next time. I promise"