• Standing outside my house, i look at my boyfriend. I can still smell the cigarette on his breath. I smile. He's dangerous and that's what i love about him. At 6'6'' he stands four inches taller than me. His beautiful white smile is the exact opposite of his dark skin, "I had alot of fun tonight." i say smiling. I bite my lip and lean towards him, "Thanks," i lean in and kiss him softly. I turn to walk towards my house, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him.
    "That's all i get, really?" he says kissing me harder. I push away from him.
    "I have to go Dominique, it's really late." he pulls me towards him again, "No Dom really, stop." i say getting frustrated.
    "Ahh come on babe." he says back at me.
    "Really Dom i need to get inside, go." He lets go and i turn and walk towards my house. He's still standing there, "Go." i say, then i walk inside.
    When i get inside, i look around. It's 1 a.m. so none of the family should be awake. I walk silently to the stairs and slip my shoes off. I get up one step and relax, so far, so good. But suddenly the lights flick on,
    "Where the hell have you been?" my brother Garrin says standing in the doorway. He loos tired. Obviously he's been waiting up for me. A few things you need to know about my brother, he's very tall, he's very muscular, and he's very black. At the age of 18 almost 19 he's my legal gaurdian. Both my parents died in a drive by shooting, so he was left in charge. "It's one int he morning," he says stepping towards me, "Where the hell were you?" he asks.
    "I was just out with Dom." I say. "We went around the city for a little and-" But Garrin cuts me off.
    "Oh so you were out with that d**k-head boyfriend again." he says now only a foot away from me.
    "Dom is not a d**k." i say, my tone getting sharper. "Would you relax please. We were just clubbing that's all." My brother retaliates quickly,
    "At the age of 17 you shouldn't be out until 1 a.m. clubbing." he says angrily, "Especially with dumbass boys like Dom!"
    "Why the hell do you care if I'm out clubbing with Dom. At least i'm not getting drunk like you get whenever you go out with your friends. Which is, lemme see here, three to four times a week." i shout at him. Then suddenly he slaps me. G is tired, frustrated, and i crossed the line. The strike scares me and my cheek hurts. The sound rings throughout the hallway. I grab my cheek and look back at him with fire in my eyes. He raises his hand to slap me again and i flinch away.
    "Get your a** upstairs into bed." he orders me lowering his hand. I glare at him for once more second, then i walk upstairs to my room.