Dimitri Marcello

I open the bathroom door and see Day punching himself over and over again. I lock the door.

I don't like that shit.

I grab him and it scares the shit out of him.

He tenses up and looks up at me. I let him go and open my hand out to him.

His entire body is red and he has scratches on his face.

Fuck Celia.

I position his face and put his hearing aid in.

He snaps his finger and listens to adjust it accordingly.

"What the fuck was that? I told you not to say shit to her anymore," I sign.

If he would of listened.

"What?" He makes a face and signs.

"She didn't have a right to put her hands on you, but I told you not to say shit," I tell him.

He gets mad as hell and starts signing fast.

"That was Amir! He said some shit I didn't even want to say."

I sigh and it makes him madder.

"If we want to really be G about this bullshit I was apologizing to her to save me from yo nasty ass," he signs seriously.

I pause.

He didn't want that face fucked?

I start laughing hard as a bitch.

"Oh my god," I laugh.

"Shut up," he signs and pushed me.

My baby just knows he can't suck dick to save his life.

I hook his chin and make him look at me.

It's okay. He'll learn one day, some way. Fuck a someday, nigga tonight if I get the chance.

I look down on him.

"You know what I'm about to ask," I tell him.

He pushes my hands off of him.

"I'm okay," he signs.

I prop my hand up by his head.

"You sure?"

He sighs.

"Everything is just killing me," he signs lazily.

I run my thumb over one of the scrapes on his face. He pulls away and hisses.

"I'll fix that," I tell him.

I pull him into a hug and kiss his neck.

"Cheer up little daddy," I tell him.

I let him go and kiss his soft lips. I raise my hand to his face and deepen the kiss. His back hits the stall and I use it to ravage him.

I pull his waist more to mine and I get a moan out of him.

He pulls away and looks up at me with watery eyes.

What's wrong?

I don't ask him. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me. I wrap my arms around him; we stand there silent, but comfortable.

I rub his back to calm him.

A knock interrupts us and we pull apart. I look down on him.

"It's just anger in me right now," he signs.

"About Amir and Celia?"

"About everything," I don't know what he means, but I leave it at that for right now.

I go to the door and unlock it.

Danny looks at me and holds his hand out. I hold my hand under his and he drops Day's blue hearing aid into palm.

Thanks.

He looks pass me and looks at Day. He makes a fist and holds it over both his eyes. Danny gives him a thumbs up and Day laughs.

"Ha," he sings.

I smile.

"My bro," he laughs.

Danny hands me a small first aid kit.

This nigga is the greatest.

Swear.

"I'll check on you later," he says and walks away.

"Yo," I call after him.

He turns around.

"Thanks," I tell him.

I close the door and lock it back. I look at Day and pat my hand on the sink.

"Hop on the counter," I tell him.

He walks over to me and raises himself up. I give him his hearing aid.

"Thank you," he signs.

I smile.

"Mmhmm," I tell him and he laughs.

I open the kit up and start digging around. I open a little ass bottle of peroxide and dab a cotton ball over the opening.

I tilt his chin up and lightly dab his cheek.

He jerks back.

"Don't be a bitch nigga," I joke.

He glares at me and I dab a little harder. He moves his head away from me.

"Look, I'm sorry," I tell him.

I clean up his biggest cut as much as possible.

Celia fucked him up on the low. I would of punched her ass first go round.

"I would of stuck her ass," I sing out.

"My momma wouldn't of liked that," he signs.

I toss the bloody cotton in the trash and get a new one.

Well.

"Day, where's your parents?" I ask as carefully as possible.

He swings his legs. I watch his hands waiting for a response.

"My momma passed away when I was nine and my dad's in jail," he signs carefully.

I throw the cotton ball away and pick up some Neosporin.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I tell him while spreading some Neosporin on his cheek.

It's takes a lot of strength to overcome shit like that.

He gives me a weak smile.

"What about your parents," he signs.

I laugh.

"My mother lives in India," I start.

"I-n-d-i-a?" He signs in disbelief.

His eyes get wide.

I open a bandaid.

"My momma is Indian," I tell him.

He squints his eyes.

"Facts," I tell him.

He side eyes me.

"Dead ass," I insist.

I line up the bandage and put it on.

"Well what about your dad yo?"

"Black... as fuck and strong. He was my big homie honestly, but he passed away four years ago," I tell him.

His expression changes.

What is he thinking about.

"There," I tell him and close everything up.

He hooks his arm with mine and lays his head on me. I pause and smile a little bit.

"If you ever need to talk about anything I got you," I tell him.

He nods. I kiss him.

"Seriously."

"Seriously," he says back to me.

A new word to add to his list.

I'll be here for him.

Yo, yo, yo. Wassup? I'm chill. Please vote and comment. Day? Danny? Dimitri? Me? Lol 😂. Song?