Chapter T W OTwenty-one year old Quentin Carter sighed in frustration as he heard the doorbell ring for the second time. He snatched his glasses from his face and placed them on top of the pages of his open notebook. Quentin was studying for an extremely important exam that would determine if he was able to receive his degree or not. He looked over to his bed to see his girlfriend of two years lying peacefully asleep in one of his t-shirts. He smirked at her and pushed himself up from the computer chair and shuffled his feet towards the front of his apartment where the door was located.
He placed his left eye to the peephole and was shockingly surprised to see his baby sister standing at his door. He quickly pulled the door opened and was finally able to see her up close. Her head was down, but he could see her wild hair, torn clothes, and blood stains clearly.
“Melody what happened to you?” he questioned as he pulled her inside the comfort of his home. “Who did this to you?”
Melody sat down on the couch and wiped away the tears that seemed to never end. “Her sister.” She whispered as if she was ashamed to say it.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Remember when ma told you that me and my friends jumped a girl that went to our school?”
Quentin nodded his head as the conversation him and his mother had registered in his mind.
“Her sister was at the club that me and friends went to an-“
“You were at what club? Does ma know that you were at a club?”
“I’m seventeen Que.”
He gave a stern look and she sighed, “Okay, so we snuck into the club. I had never been then before tonight, I swear.”
“So her sister beat your ass.”
“Que.” She whined.
“What do you want me to say Mel? You jumped her damn sister.”
“She tried to kill me.”
“I doubt that.”
“She said she was going to kill me Que.”
That statement took Quentin aback.
“No one is going to kill you Melody.”’
Melody sighed and played with her fingers, “She was just angry I guess.”
“Come on and let me get you cleaned up.”
After Quentin made sure that his baby sister was settled in his guest bedroom, he snatched some sweatpants from his dresser drawers and stepped into them, pulling them up his legs. He pushed his size eleven feet into a random pair of Nike Dunks and simultaneously grabbed his car keys and cellular device from his nightstand. Before he made it out of his bedroom, he heard some shuffling and turned around to see his girl sitting up in the bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
“Where are you about to go?” She questioned as she took a quick glance at the digital clock.
“Melody got beat up by the girl’s sister who she and friends jumped last week. So I’m going to talk to her about her hands on a child.”
“Que you can’t just bust up in the girl’s parents home at three in the morning. She’s just a child herself.”
“No, she’s a grown ass woman.”
Lauren sighed, “Well I’m going with you then.”
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adding the rest of Chapter two if i get good comments