Broken Strings - elmokilledcookie (books to read as a couple .TXT) 📗

something, she must be scared about getting married so young. I mean she what, 20 by the looks of it. Then the man that was standing there the whole time with creepy grin on his face finally spoke.
Man: Nice meeting you again Mr. Deviano. My family and I -
Then the old lady standing next to him made a sound in her throat cutting him off to get his attention.
Mikel: *angry whisper* Shaylin I'm talking here. Plus, I don't see the slut anywhere.
Well, damn then. I better not be getting no disease from her. As Mikel and the old lady continued arguring the chick stepped forward more loudly than necessary to get some attention her way.
Old Lady: Look, the slut's finally here.
Mikel shoved her a little and giving her a look I suppose telling her to watch it.
Mikel: Well, introduce yourself dumbass.
That's when the old lady gave him a look. When the girl didn't speak I watched him pinch her rather hardly on the arm and she cringed. For some reason, I not sure why, but I wanted to tear this Mikel guy limb from limb. I held in this urge though. You see on the outside I'm calm, cool, and collected.
Chick: I'm Nevaeh.
Me: *whispers* Damn.
I melted there on the spot. Neaveh was the only one that had heard me. As we met each others gazes I realized she has the oddest eyes I have ever seen before. One eye is like the purest, sweetest milk chocolate. The other is golden. Then Mikel just had to ruin the moment.
Mikel: Okay, Shaylin already packed your stuff Now, you can leave.
Nevaeh: Wait, where am I going?
Old Lady: Slut, I'm getting tired of seeing your lazy, ugly, fat ass in my house. Hood rat please get out!
Then the old lady grabbed her bag - which was a very small book bag that look like the only thing it could whole in there is one notebook - and through it out the door and pushed her out also. My mother and I were the only ones staring wide eye. My father just had a hard expression. This time I growled out loud and everyone stared at me - my mother with with the most frightened and terrified expression.
My father: Honey, get him out of here and helped the girl to the car.
I got even angrier because he called her "the girl" instead of by her name. My mother obeyed him as usual and my mother, Nevaeh, and myself got in the car, well, limousine. We waited for about twenty minutes before my father got in the car and told the driver where to take us. I'm sitting next to Nevaeh and I can feel her heat coming off of her body. The car ride was silent the whole three hours. We reached our destination, well, Nevaeh and I atleast - my place.

I helped Nevaeh out of the car and she quickly let my hand go. I shut the door behind us and she looked back at it afraid. She still followed me though to my home. I unlocked the door and walked up to our room. I dropped her stuff on our bed and told her I'd be downstairs if she wanted to find me. I wanted to give her some time to herself.
An hour later I heard footsteps. Then I felt the couch go down slightly and looked over to my left to see Nevaeh sitting down playing with her hands. Eventually I felt her scooch a little closer to me and lay her head back while still playing with her fingers.
Me: You okay?
She just shook her head yes. Oh, no. She's the shy type. Well, she scooted over near me, so that means at least she'll give me a chance.
Me: So how old are you?
Nevaeh: *whispers* Fifteen.
Me: You're what?
Nevaeh: *whispers* Fifteen, is there a problem?
Me: Yeah, you're fifteen. Look, here. I'm twenty-six. I'm not getting arrested for rape.
That's when Nevaeh got the most confused look on her face, then scared. Nevaeh said something very low and I couldn't hear her.
Me: What you said?
Nevaeh: Just get over with it already. I mean aren't you going to do the same thing your dad did to me? You're such a freak. I mean at least the rest of them didn't take me anywhere. I mean, what, are you trying to make me feel special or something?! I mean what you going to kill me after you finish off with me?! You might as well do it now, because I'm tired of this. I'm completely tired of you filthy ass men going around thinking you can do whatever you want to me just because you're stronger than me!
I don't exactly know how to respond to what she just said.
Me: Why would I do anything to hurt you? I mean you're my soon to be wife. Wait, and what you think I'm going to do to you?
Nevaeh: Wait, we getting married?
Me: Yeah.
Nevaeh: Since when?
Me: Since the day you were born. Your parents never told you about this?
Nevaeh: I've only been living with them for the past three years, so what you mean since birth?
Me: Oh, what the hell has my father gotten me into? Wait a minute, what the hell what you going off about?
Nevaeh: That's not important right now. Just make sure you keep your father away from me.And make sure you don't hurt me. Anyway, when we getting married. When?
Me: In two months. July, 28 - my birthday.
Nevaeh: Please, tell me you didn't come up with the date yourself.
Me: No, my mom did. I kept trying to get her to change, but she wouldn't. She kept saying 'don't you want your special day to be on a special day?'
Nevaeh: Okay, then.
Me: So you okay with getting married to someone you don't know?
Nevaeh: To tell you the truth, just between us, being dead would've been better then staying with those people you rescued me from. So, even if you're not okay with marrying me, I'm greatful to be marrying you. I mean you're cute, so that's a plus.
Beginning To Finally Breath

Kentavious' P.O.V.
Nevaeh's been at my place for about three weeks now. I thought it was going to be hard for Nevaeh to open up to me, but it was no issue at all for her, except for somethings like her childhood. That's a touchy subject for her like a few other things. For example, she won't change in front of me. I'm mean come on, we getting married you better get use to showing some skin around me.
I did discover some stuff very interesting stuff though about her. I learned when that old lady and that man kicked her out the only thing in there were some bras and panties and a tank top. I totally had to take her shopping. Sadly enough my soon to be wife cannot dress at all. She was just picking up random clothes, preferably loose clothes like t-shirts and sweat pants. I'm so gonna have to get my homeboy's girl Hanneshia to help her pick out some sexy shit to wear.
Right now we're both in the kitchen and Nevaeh's making lunch. She might can't dress, but she sholl can cook though. She might be cuban, but she cook like a black woman though. She cook better than my grandma - don't tell her I said that though, she'd kill me, then want to do some big cook off against Nevaeh and I really don't want to go through that. (I mean I would get to eat a whole bunch of good food, but naw. My mom would get mad at me and my pops would blame me for starting it. She set our plates down with bacon, eggs, toast, tomatoes, waffles, and biscuits with grape jelly - that smuckers!
As we were eating I slid my hand on her thigh. She pushed it away immediatedly. I waited until I finished my bacon and slid my hand back upon her thigh. She removed it again. I didn't it once more and this time she didn't remove it; she just sighed.
Me: What's wrong?
Nevaeh: I'm just not comfortable being touched like that.That's all.
Me: Sorry, I didn't know. Well, my mom's coming to help you get ready.
Nevaeh: Wanna feel me in at all?
Me: I didn't tell you?
Nevaeh: No, not really.
Me: Oh, yeah well, we're having our engagement party today.
Nevaeh: Engagement party? Why?
Me: It's just what we do.Well, go freshen up she'll be here in about twenty minutes.
Nevaeh: Already did. You're the one that needs to go freshen up. I'll be on the couch watching a movie waiting on you okay?
Nevaeh's P.O.V.
Kentavious was right. His mother did come in exactly twenty minutes with about ten other people.
Me: Hello, Mrs.Deviano and everyone else.
We all greeted each other and went up to my and Kentavious' room. As we entered Kentavious walked out of the bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his waist and a whole bunch of steam coming out from the bathroom just emphasized the sexiness rolling off of his body and into the room. I mean really why can't he just share his finess with th rest of the world. I mean he can't just keep that sexiness all to himself. Now, that's just being selfish.
Kentavious: Oh, my bad ladies. I didn't know y'all were in here.
The whole time he was speaking I was looking at his abs. I mean really.
Me: One, two, three, four...
Mrs. Deviano: What are you counting sweety?
Me: Oh, nothing. *blushes hard*
Does he really have to have a ten pack. I mean is that even humanly possible. Must be. Naw, he got to be hiding something from me to be that in shape. Anyway, Kentavious went over to the dresser and pulled out some boxers and a t-shirt. Then he walked out of the room with the towel beginning to fall off of his waist. Damn, that boy sexy. Mrs. Deviano had to wake me out of my day dreaming and get down to business. The ten people that came with Mrs. Deviano surrounded me and began stripping