The Boy With The Skull Tattoo by Belinda Louis (best ereader for pdf .txt) 📖

"Really? If you do then what?"

"Please let's not discuss this." He stood up acting like what just happened seconds ago didn't even exist. He tucked in his belly. He closed his eyes sucking in a deep breath of air.

"As you wish Ellah Belle." He walked away from me marching like a soldier on his way upstairs.

"Ellah Belle?" I said. "It's Ellah Marshall ass fart."

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The day went by me. I couldn't think of a thing to do. My body was still aching from the competition last night. I partied hard with the celebs at the event and almost getting drunk with Heavenly and Darnell. Luckily Emily stopped me from drinking way too much that day.

I was sitting on my couch watching Enough. One of my all time favorite films by the wonderful Jennifer Lopez. Drew was in the back outside by the balcony playing Uno with his little group of friends.

There was someone knocking on the door while I began flipping through channels. I yelled Drew's name from the living room, but in the last five minutes of the day, Drew disobeyed me. I got up after realizing he's no where near the real world. He's trapped in the game of Uno.

I opened the door to see who had the nerve to knock on my door aggressively.

"I'm coming!" I said as I opened the door and saw him. He was standing in on my doorstep acting like he seen a ghost. I was the world's beast of a burden.

His hair was half shaved. He resembled a lost soldier captured by a photographer on the ruins of World War I. The rest of his long hair combed back neatly. I continued eyeing him. I never lost contact with his soul eating grey eyes. He stood in front of me trying to find the right words to speak. The way his lips parted made me feel like he wanted to tell me all his secrets if I asked. If I asked him to tell me about his past and what events occurred to him? Is he happy or sad? Is he old enough? His body language said so much, I felt scared from the moment he stepped in.

"Is Drew here or no?" I was utterless. I remembered him, and his tattoos were to die for. "He called me about a minute ago. I hope your not upset are you?" I couldn't answer him. As much as I wanted to open my hands and greet him with a hug memories from last night traveled back in my membrane when I recognized his voice. That sexy, deep, husky. . .voice.

He peeked his head through the living room. He walked toward me much closer, connecting our chests. His tall handsome figure hovered over my head. He look down on me freakishly with his treacherous grey eyes that I couldn't look away from. I almost wanted to grab him closer and hug him so tight so he can feel my heart beating rapidly for him. He clenched his jaw and pushed me a bit forward with his chest. His hands were over mine and he shut the door behind him. I completely forgot about the real world.

"Get the fuck in here!" Drew interrupted our precious awkward silence. He scared the old country girl out of me. Drew beckoned at him. He responded and waved back. He slowly walked into the living room as Drew invited him in. He turned around and smirked at me. I wanted to collapse to the ground and worship his body, mind, heart and soul. He felt like a new God. Someone's presence to cherish for all and eternity.

He faded into the background when he slid the balcony doors shut.

"Shit!" I said softly. I shrugged it off and sat back down on the couch watching the film and thinking about how we almost made love in the living room.

(Ellah)

     For some reason, my mind constantly repeats yesterday. It's like time is trying to make me remember that I might be finding some kind of interest in this guy. I kept thinking about his scent, he smelled fresh and clean that I wanted to bury him in my arms and fondle him like a long lost lover who came back to get a second chance at love. Who knew that a guy with a soul so captivating could have so much rage. I was in my feelings eating chocolate covered strawberries sitting on my roof top watching life pass me by. It was twelve pm in the afternoon and I was still daydreaming about Drew's seducing attractive friend.

 I forgot I was still texting Emily. My phone was vibrating recklessly on my bed. This time my phone rang loudly as possible. Before my phone can touch the floor, I jumped through the window and fell clumsily on my bed.

"Like turn on your TV." Emily said with excitement in her voice. 

"What happened?"

"You're not going to believe this."

"What happened?" I annexed.

"You're on television--on mother fuckin' E! bitch." Emily screamed on the phone. I started flipping through the channels as fast as I can trying not to miss an glimpse of my good side and my performance of course. I was watching myself dance and a band of other performers from the WDBT competition days ago. They replayed highlights from nights before and even some alone time with the celebs that were there.

"Oh my gosh there goes Chris, you, me and August." I pointed at the television watching myself get loose with the celebrities. I clumsily fell into Chris Brown's arms pretending I was asleep dreaming of a true love's kiss.

"I heard next year they're going to book Kim Kardashian." She went on and on screaming for dear life.

"Let's just pray I pass the next competition." I rubbed my hands together biting my bottom lip. Before I can turn the volume down, Drew busted his way into my bedroom dressed sharp as ever. His attire looked extremely formal as if he was ready to go on a date with a special someone at a five star restaurant somewhere in the middle of Manhattan. I sometimes see Drew in a suit and tie but when he does dress up in a suit and tie he looks deliciously good looking.

"Mom called," he stepped in and walked towards my dresser looking at a reflection of himself in the mirror. He viciously runs his hands through his voluminous hair, parting one side and doing the same to the other. "And she said to get dressed." He stared at me through the mirror like he was waiting for me to make a move or something. In the mean time, looking at a variety of Chanel perfume collections stacked neatly against each other, he picked up the spritz and sprayed himself thoroughly.

"One, you could've asked. Two, knock before you enter. And three, why?" He turned to me leaning on my dresser.

"Lonnie's birthday?" He said it loud and clear. Too many things happened the other night and my mind completely erased the birthday of my own father. What kind of daughter am I?

"Wow I'm so stupid." I said trembling off the bed. I ran towards my closet scurrying my fingers through any dress that I find most appealing to have all eyes on me tonight. In the mist of having an already out of control day, Drew walked towards my bed sauntering like he had all the time in the world. Maybe he was trying to strut a perfect walk for me in that gorgeous suit. He's such a show off.

"I don't know, your just like that by nature," he says smiling as he sat on the edge of my bed. "He's having a little get together and he'd like for all of us to be there Ellah." I inhaled the smell of my Chanel perfume off of his toned body. For once in a life time he looked presentable that I didn't have a negative comment to insult him. There was finally peace in the air. I know he felt it too because he even moved himself towards the center of my bed trying to help me decide the perfect dress to wear. He got up brushing his fingers against any dress he desired to pick out. Appearently, just as I thought he was going to pick out something with a lot more coverage, he pulls out the complete opposite. "You know, he never really invited me," he bowed his head down to correct himself. "Aha, I mean I've never thought about coming to these kinds of events until now though." I sat there on my bed ogling him as he gave me a dress of his choice. I can still hear Emily obnoxious screaming coming from my phone as it laid on the bed face down. 

"I know I never really spoke to him much, but I'm getting old and so is he. We're not teenagers anymore and I'm tired of separating myself." He removed the plastic off of my dress looking at me at the same time. The moment I wear this black low v-neck cutout, so much cleavage can be revealed the minute I slip it on. I was in the mood to wear something like that anyway. 

"This will look good on you," he laid it out softly on the bed for me to see."Really good!

"Good, now go!" I said. He calmly closed the door behind him not even saying something insulting himself like he usually does. Oh heavens, he's beginning to mature. Let's roll out the red carpet and flashing lights. All his life he always seemed stubborn and egocentric. He always saw life as a joke and never really thought about the consequences that came with it. He doesn't smile much either, unless he's willing to, depending on the situation.

Looking at my reflection through my full glass mirror, I was beginning to remember the past of my childhood. I remembered the first time I met him. His mother invited us to have dinner at her house.  He was sitting across from me at the dinner table. We were only eleven years old at the time. We were born the same year but different month. He's a May baby and I'm a July baby. He had long curly brown hair and he wore geeky classes. He loved stripped shirts and cargo's. I'll never forget that his favorite sneakers were Converse. He loved playing around. I was the awkward brunette haired girl that hated him because he was just so. .so. . unbelievably lovable. He was always lovable. His love is so pure it hurts. It still hurts till this very day. I watched him grow up and every time I see him grow up into a man, he reminds of the man I should've loved. I should've told him I felt. I was only sixteen when I had feelings for him. I always fantasized our little lifestyle. What would life be like if he and I actually dated? Ugh, no, never mind.

My father is African-American