2 hours later

Wrapping the towel around her body, Renae left out the hall bathroom and entered King's room to retrieve her bag. Heading back into the hall bathroom, she placed her bag on top of the sink and unzipped it.

Removing her things out, she applied lotion to her body, sprayed her deodorant on then put on King's basketball jersey that fitted on her like a thigh-length dress.

Pulling her hair up into a bun, she washed her hands before she left out. She and Kingston didn't talk much on their ride back to his house nor did they speak once they got inside.

Entering his room, she was oblivious to him standing inside his closet with his towel around his waist looking for something to wear.

Laying across his bed, she closed her eyes trying to push the memories from jail to the back of her head.

Turning on her side, she exhaled softly thinking about Macy wondering if she ever gotten the help that she needed.

King walked out of the closet with black joggers on and a white t-shirt in his hand. Looking over at Renae, his eyes traveled from her bare legs, up to her thighs before stopping where the shirt rose up. Putting his shirt down, he walked over towards the bed and hovered over her.

"Baybeh?" He called.

Barely alert, Renae opened her eyes trying to make sure he was talking to her.

"Put some clothes on, ma." He mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

"I do have some on," she frowned in confusion.

King placed his hand on her thigh and gave it a light squeeze, "You don't." He pushed himself up.

Renae was too tired to argue with him and turned on her side to fall back asleep.

Biting down on his lip, King leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her neck. When she didn't stop him, he continued kissing on her neck until she whimpered softly.

"I'm tired, King." She mumbled turning on her back and gazed up at him.

"You don't gotta do anything," he assured as he rubbed up her thigh.

Massaging her inner thighs, he stared at her waiting for a sign of rejection but the look she had in her eyes was telling him that she needed this.

Leaning down towards her face, he connected their lips, kissing her softly. Renae cupped his face and deepened the kiss.

Using her legs, she flipped them over. Pulling from the kiss temporarily, she placed her hands on his chest and threw her head back as she began to grind on him.

"Fuc— shit," King groaned, sitting up and he gripped her waist as he laid her back gently before reconnecting their lips.

Their heads moved in sync slowly.

Cupping his face, she pulled his lip between her teeth and giggled softly when he groaned.

"Chill ma," his voice softened when she nibbled on his ear.

Laughing, it quickly turned into a moan when he eased his finger inside her. Hovering his lips over hers, Renae's heart began to beat out of her chest as she tried to remain calm.

King gripped her face and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he began to rub his finger slowly up and down her sleek folds.

When she pushed against his chest, King pulled back noticing the look on her face. "Stop?" He asked but she quickly shook her head.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed his face and kissed him slow and passionately wanting to drown everything else out. As his finger worked inside of her skillfully, her soft whimpers turned into moans.

Opening her legs wider, Renae threw her head back and called out his name.

Keeping the pace slow, King leaned down and started sucking on her neck. Renae's nails dug into his back as she released a series of sweet moans when he began to quicken his movements.

"Right... ri— thereee" her back arched up into him.

Lifting his head, King kept his eyes on hers as he went faster. Coating his finger with her sticky residue, Renae gripped the sheets and screamed.

Knowing exactly what that meant, King removed his finger before she had the chance to cum and her eyes bucked as she panted. "Wha— What the hell was that?"

Chuckling softly as the slight pout she had, he lowered his face between her legs coming face to face with her throbbing clit.

Parting her other set of lips with his fingers, he placed a gentle kiss on her clit causing a shiver to run down her body.

"Oh my— Kingggg!" She whined.

Smirking, he continued to tease her until she started to whimper.

Flicking his tongue against her clit, she sat up on her elbows and locked eyes with him as he made out with her southern lips.

"Fff— fuck!" She fell back and gripped her hair.

Enjoying the sweetness of her glory, King dove back in face first and she shrieked banging her fists into the bed. The way his tongue explored the inside of her, had her feeling as if she was floating on clouds.

Feeling her stomach knot up, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body shuddered.

Opening his mouth right on cue, she moaned loudly as her legs shook as the intense wave tore through her and into his mouth.

Panting, her baby hairs were now sweated out and curled up. Her nipples were hard and her body was calling for more.

Swallowing every drop of her, King licked her clean and she whimpered as her legs shook again.

Sliding his finger inside her, he used his thumb to add pressure against her clit and she cried out.

"What's my name?" He asked, curling his finger some being sure to hit her G spot.

Unable to speak, she covered her mouth to muffle her screams but that was no use. Her hands went from her mouth to pushing his face down further as she bucked her hips quickly.

Feeling a stronger build up, she bucked her hips faster as she began to mumble a series of curse words. Her body stiffened, her lips parted and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body convulsed.

King held her legs open wide as he tugged and slurped on her clit.

Gripping the sheets, Renae's body shook violently as she released a pleasure filled scream in the process. "O— Oh my God!" She panted with tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Smirking, King licked his lips and hovered over her. "What you crying for baybeh?" He asked wiping her face.

When she looked away, King planted soft kisses against her neck and down to her shoulder.

"Move, King." She mumbled turning on her side.

"You mad at me?" He queried, moving her hair out of her face.

Ignoring him, she wiped the corner of her eyes and inhaled slowly.

"Nae?" He called trying to get her to look at him but she moved his hand.

Deciding to leave her alone, he got up and headed into the bathroom.

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he wet a rag and headed back into his room to clean Renae.

"Stop," she sighed, pushing his hand away.

"I'm just cleaning you up ma." He told her as he resumed the task before heading back inside of the bathroom.

Coming back out of the bathroom, he climbed in bed behind her and pulled her body into him. "I never meant to hurt you," he decided to clear the air, understanding why she was still mad at him.

"But you did." She whispered as she wiped her eyes.

"I fucked up Nae... if I could rewind tha' time and do shit different I would." He said placing his hand over hers.

Not responding, she closed her eyes as she tried to force herself to fall asleep.

"I'm sorry," he apologized turning on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

Crying softly, Renae covered her mouth to muffle her cries.

She wanted to forgive him. She wanted to let him back in but she wasn't sure if her heart could take it this time.

She was fighting death and felt as if she had no one.

4th of July

"Is Kingston coming by?" Egypt asked Renae as she stirred the cake batter.

"I don't know," she muttered, scrolling through her Instagram feed.

"You know you have to keep up your end of the deal right?"

"I'm not telling a stranger my business." Renae replied dryly.

"You promised the judge Renae."

"He said I can talk to anyone, he never ordered me to talk to a wack ass specialist."

"Hey, that's still your mom Zuri, watch your mouth." Bryson interjected as he walked through the door with the groceries for the cookout.

Dajon and Keenan walked in behind him.

Rolling her eyes, she stood ready to head up to her room until she saw King walking inside with boxes of soda.

"Who invited him?" She frowned.

"I did." Keenan said.

Looking at him funny, she went to say something but thought against it and jogged up the stairs.

"I thought things were good between you two?" Bryson glanced at King as he took the sodas from him.

"She hasn't spoken to me ever since I dropped her off tha' other day."

"And you didn't call or text her?" He asked and Dajon chuckled walking towards the backyard.

"She said she wanted space." King stared at Bryson confused.

Egypt laughed shaking her head. "I used to say the same thing... no space means we as women want you guys to still be under us."

"They always mean the opposite... not all the time but in occasions like that." Bryson clarified and Keenan chuckled.

"Yup, my girl be acting the same way." He said.

"You got a girlfriend, nephew?" Egypt was shocked and he laughed nodding.

"Yeah auntie, I'm tryna take it slow with her though."

"She legal?" She squinted.

The men laughed.

"Just turned twenty." He assured.

"Alright now."

Laughing, Kingston sat down at the table and listened to them converse.

Jogging down the stairs with her earphones in, Renae was making her way towards the front door until Bryson called after her.

Sighing, she removed one earbud and turned to look at him. They were still waiting to see the old Renae again but she was fighting it.

Looking over at Kingston, Bryson gave him a nod.

Kingston looked over at Renae who was clearly annoyed. Getting up, he slid his phone into his pocket and walked towards her.

"Oh, nah." She picked up her car keys and strutted towards the front door ignoring Bryson and Egypt calling her name.

Opening the door, she tried to slam it behind her but Kingston caught it.

Chuckling softly, he walked out the house behind her and followed her to the car. "Slow down ma."

"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" Her brows knitted as she unlocked the doors.

Opening her door, she got in and tried to lock the door but he opened the door already. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a deep breath.

"So I'm not complaining or none... but I ate yo pussy and you kicked me to tha' curb like I was yo side nigga." He said then chuckled.

Ignoring him, she started the car up and placed her phone into the cup holder.

"Where you going?" He asked reclining the seat back.

Looking over at him briefly, she shook her head as she cut the radio on.

Stopping at the light, she grabbed her phone and turned on her Bluetooth, hitting play on Nicki Minaj's Pink Friday Album, Save Me began to play.

King looked over at her wondering if this was intentional or just a coincidence. "I guess dis your favorite song." He mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck.

She leaned back into her seat just staring at the light as her mind began to wander.

April 1st

"You don't remember slitting your wrist?" Candace asked a drowsy Renae.

"How many times you gon' ask me that stupid ass question? Until that fuck ass Doctor and his minions are out of here I'm got damn Helen Keller to this shit." She spat.

Furrowing her brows, Candace looked down at the clipboard and added on an extra few days.

"Keep adding days, stupid ass bitch I don't even know why yo ass keep coming to me like you don't know these crooked ass white folks in here tryna rape my ass like they did to our ancestors. You ain't nothing but a lap dog for these assholes get the hell out my room."

"Excuse me?" Candace asked standing.

"You wanna get a pen in yo eye next?" Renae tilted her head.

"Did you just threaten me?"

"I'm starting to think all y'all asses hard at hearing, GET OUT MY ROOM!" She picked up the Bible and threw it, hitting Candace right in the back.

A guard came in but Candace shook her head, looking back at Renae one last time, she rubbed her back as she walked out the room.

Turning on her side, Renae stared at the wall trying to fight the medicine they made her take.

It was time for her to start acting how they needed so she could get the hell out.

"Renae?" King called.

Blinking a few times, she shook her head then looked over at him. "Huh?"

"Green." He nodded towards the light, "Oh..." she mumbled pressing on the gas.

"You ain't wanna kick it at tha' cookout?" He asked trying to make small talk.

"Need a new tattoo," she simply replied.

"You cutting again?" He stared at her.

Ignoring him, she cut the music up and cranked up the ac.

Shaking his head, King pulled out his phone. Pressing the home button, he stared at the picture they took together. Glancing over at Renae then back at the photo, he mumbled to himself, slightly blaming himself for her sudden change.

"Can we at least talk about what happened?"

"Nothing to talk about," she said, moving over into the far right lane heading down South Rosemont.

"I ate you out and then you dipped... I think there's stuff we need to talk about." He stated.

"What do you want me to say? Huh? That it was good?"

"I mean... you ain't gotta tell me I already know," he smirked cockily and she pursed her lips.

"Can you come by my place tonight?"

"For what?" She queried easing onto the interstate.

"I miss you..." he admitted looking at her.

"Your problem not mine."

***

Virginia Beach Tattoo Shop

"Back so soon Nae?" Hawk, Renae's tattoo artist asked.

"Yeah, my life just seems to be a whole shit show." She plastered on a smile after hugging him.

"Still?" He said, heading towards the back and she followed him. "Boyfriend?" He glanced at King.

"She's spoken for," King's eyes lingered on his before he took a seat.

Hawk laughed noticing the look on Renae's face. "So what are you getting today?" He asked after setting his station up.

"I need some flowers... gotta cover up some things," she told him showing him her wrists.

Noticing the look on King's face, Hawk sighed. "I thought you stopped?"

"Stuff came up," She mumbled sitting in the chair.

Not wanting to cause any drama Hawk went ahead and got his stuff ready. "Well... let's get to work."

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