Chrissy and The Pack (Book I) (Editing)

Chapter 10

"Paul? Why do you have this?" She asked. I gulped. What was I supposed to say? My dad is a drunk that likes to take his godforsaken anger out on me? No she can't know. Nobody could know. 

"Why is it your business?" I snapped my temper getting the best of me. She looked at me expectantly. 

"I'm gonna ask again and I want the truth!" She demanded. I narrowed my eyes at her. She can't talk to me like that! She's not my girlfriend. Or my mother. 

"You want the truth? You're a bitchy attitude and good looks are nothing without your daddy's money."  I snapped. Her eyes widened. 

"Paul just tell me what's wrong." She pleaded. I couldn't let her look down on me like that. Pity me. I don't need anyone's pity! That's the last thing I need!

 "What's wrong? What's wrong is that you're here!"

"Paul" she sighed.

"No. The only reason I talk to you is that you put out for Damian and all of his friends. I just wanted some. But if I'm not getting any here, I'll just hit up Jenna." She froze for a moment. For a second she trembled. Then she took a breath of air and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with anger. 

"You know what, Paul? You can go fuck yourself." With that, she turned towards the front door. Don't leave. Please don't leave. I'm an asshole. She opened the door. She can't leave! I rushed over to the door and closed it putting myself between her and the door. "What the fuck Paul!" She yelled. 

"Chrissy listen to me"

"No, you listen to me! I repeat, Go Fuck Yourself." She yelled pushing me away. Surprisingly, she was strong. Very strong. She opened the door and got ready to walk out. I grabbed her by her waist and shut the door quickly. "What the hell are you doing? Paul put me down!" She yelled kicking and screaming. Good news, if she ever got kidnapped she would put up a fight. I carried her to my room and sat her down on the bed. I stood in the way of the door that way if she tried to escape I would be able to catch her. "I am not playing here, Lahote!" 

"Chrissy I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean it! I'd rather be here with you than that tramp! I'm just, it's a long story" I explained she sat their arms crossed over her chest glaring at me. If looks could kill I would be six feet under. 

"Okay I'm listening," She nodded her head expectantly waiting for me to speak. What part of it's a long story doesn't she understand? I should have just let her leave. No, because then I would be pissing myself in self-pity and regret. I sighed and looked down at my feet. I couldn't look at her. 

"When my mom left my dad, he was distraught. He loved her so much and yet, she wouldn't be with him. It was his anger, she said. He started drinking but after a while he accepted it. But when he found out she was getting remarried, he drowned himself in liquor and hookers. He got angrier. At first, it was just he would break a glass or punch a hole in the wall but then it escalated. It wasn't enough to take out his anger. Then he saw me but didn't see me. He saw my mother in me. He couldn't stand to look at me, he started beating me. Then when he would sober up the guilt would kill him and he would buy me shit to make up for it. This morning, we got into an argument because he punched another hole in the wall and blamed me for it. He kicked me in the side over and over." I looked up at her slowly. She looked at me and at first, I couldn't read her expression. It wasn't pity. It wasn't sadness. She looked at me in admiration. She stood up and walked towards me before she pulled me into a hug. For a moment, I stood still not knowing what to do. Then I wrapped my arms around her. She rested her head against my chest and I closed my eyes. I thought she was taller, at least to my chin but she's short, she's perfect. 

"It's okay. You don't have to be ashamed." She pulled away and looked me in the eye. "I'm not gonna run away. I'll fight for you, Paul." She spoke gently. Her words wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Her eyes enchanted me. I couldn't understand why, why this girl had such an interest in me. 

"Why?" I asked her. She smiled.

"You're my friend." She said softly. "And I care about you." She hugged me once more, her head snuggled onto my chest. I stroked her hair gently and closed my eyes. "You have to stop growing." mumbled into my chest. I chuckled in response in response holding the girl of my dreams.

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