You didn’t get why she was so hooked on that ’Mistah J’. Why was she so crazy for a man who treated her like that? You didn’t get it... not at all. And yet, every single time she came to you crying because of him, you would be there with zero hesitation. You didn’t care how stupid she was to keep going back to him, you would be there for her, always.

She was currently leaning her head on your lap as she kept sobbing, her words coming out in incoherent babbles through her tears. This was almost routinal at this point...

“A-And.. then he said..He said—” She burst into another round of tears, “—Oh... oh God, puddin’..” Her makeup ran down her cheeks as she called out to him, sniffles filling the room.