Uncovered

“What the fuck is that, Jamira?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with anger.

“What is what?” she replied, shifting in her seat to prevent me from getting a good look at her neck.

My hands moved faster than my mind, and twice as fast as my mouth. I swiftly yanked at the string, loosening the jacket, and pulled back the hood, exposing her neck with purple marks on it.

The sight made my blood boil. My jaw clenched, and my fists balled as I punched the steering wheel.

I turned to her, and she looked completely terrified.

“Did he do this?”

She looked away, as if she didn’t want to answer.

I pulled the jacket completely off of her. Bruises on her arm, the same color as the ones on her neck, that told me they had happened around the same time. Then, I noticed something red at the bottom of her neck, just below her hair. I turned her around and saw red dots scattered across it.

I lifted the back of her shirt. She wiggled, but she wasn’t fast enough. What I saw made me want to kill someone today.

There were scratches of all sorts—some long, some short, some deeper than others. I touched the skin very close to one, and she flinched. These were very fresh.

“Oh my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.”

She cried as I held her.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?”

She simply nodded.

“I was afraid to tell you. I didn’t want you involved,” she said sadly.

“Baby, don’t ever leave me out like that.”

She nodded again. I lifted her chin to plant a kiss on her lips, and I saw that her face had been healing too.

“The fuck happened, Jamira,” I asked this time, yelling.

She just stared at me with tears in her eyes. That broke my heart. I couldn’t do anything but hold her and rub her head.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” I reassured her.

I was so angry that I began to devise another plan.

“Go get your friend.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Go get her, or I will. Since you don’t want to tell me what happened, maybe she will.”

She slowly got out and went to get her. Five minutes later, she showed up with her friend by her side.

She approached me. She was a petite woman with braids, striking brown eyes, and sun-kissed skin reminiscent of Jamira. Despite being slightly taller than her by a few inches, her attitude was quite off-putting.

“Is there a reason you had her get me?”

I could sense her feisty nature, and most guys would have backed down. However, I wasn’t built like that, especially for Jamira. I needed to uncover the truth.

“What the hell happened to her?”

“What did she tell you?”

“Would you be here if she did?”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I don’t have time for this. Unless you want this situation to escalate, tell me what the hell happened to her.”

She stared at me for a moment before responding, “What are you going to do?”

Frustrated, I retorted, “Does it matter? Do you want this situation handled or not?”

She stared again and finally began to speak.

She didn’t reveal everything, but she did provide the crucial information I needed. The rest, I could figure out on my own. I expressed my gratitude, and as she left, I heard her exclaim to Jamira, “Ooh, girl, I like him.” I couldn’t deny that made me smile a little. I knew she cared about Jamira, and Jamira valued her opinion.

I drove off, heading back to the office. I lit a cigarette and reflected on what I had witnessed. The images of her body were etched into my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger and disbelief. She was in pain, and he had hurt her over a mere hickey! He was definitely a bitch.

Upon reaching the office, I went to find Walt. I found him in his office with his assistant. She was bent over his desk, flaunting her assets. I approached her, handed her some papers, and dismissed her.

“Dina, get out and file these.”

She appeared confused but quickly composed herself and scurried out.

“Damn,” Walt exclaimed in shock.

“I went to see Jamira.”

“Okay… what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Nothing, listen. She has bruises on her, and I know it was her weak boyfriend.”

“Whoa, are you sure?”

“Yeah, her friend told me. I doubt she’d lie about that.”

“Wait ..have you been smoking?”

“Oh my god, Walt I’m stressed. Find out everything you can on his ass!”

“Yeah, right, of course. I just need a name.”

“His name is Chris. He works at JC Plus Auto Repair.”

“Oh yeah I’ve been there. Pretty good prices.”

“Walt?!”

“Yeah, yeah got it. But I could take you by there if you want.”

He actually made sense. “Yeah go by there and scope the place out. I still need to know what you can find.”

I was more than determined at this point. All I could do was think about getting my hands on that asshole.