True to self

Part 62

Hensley pov

I sat up in the bed, slowly, looking next to me to see if chance was sleeping.
When I heard him snore, I gently eased myself out the bed.
Right now it was 4:00 in the morning.
I couldn't sleep all night, and it was mainly because Chance decided to stay the night.
I walked into the bathroom, clashing the door behind me and locking it.
I walked over to the sink and ran some water.
I grabbed a cloth off the sink, and applied water on it.
After I did, I looked up to the mirror.
I stopped as I saw the black eye chance gave me from earlier.
After Bryson left, me and Chance got the arguing.
I mainly did because I told him to never touch Harley.
And he tried to fight Bryson.
Me and Bryson just became cool and starts talking again and then Chance ruined it.
I told Chance to leave and he hit me.
I saw a tear fall down my cheek.

I didn't know if I could live like this anymore.
I thought love was supposed to feel magical and special...but Chance made me think love hurts.
Physically.
I shouldn't have gave my heart away to Chance, but I trusted him with it.
I thought I loved him but I'm starting to think that I just enjoyed the thought of thinking I did love him.
And that scares me.
I force myself to like someone that I'm growing to hate.
I applied the cloth to my bruise.
I flinched at the touch, feeling a stink to my eye as I laid the cloth on it.

BANG BANG!

I jumped at the sound of the banging door.

Chance:What the fuck are you doing????(mad)

I felt tears run down my face.
I just kept quiet.

Chance:ANSWER ME HENSLEY(yelling)

Chance kept banging on the door, and I knew at any minute the door was going to break down.
I just stood here,not knowing what to do.

Hensley:please stop chance(crying)

Chance busted open the bathroom door.

Chance:fuck you doing in here?(mad) locking doors and shit

Hensley:last time I checked I don't remember you paying no bills in my shit

I pushed pass Chance heading into the bedroom.

Chance grabbed me and turned me to him.

Chance:don't fucking talk to me like that(mad)

Hensley:or what?? You gone hit me like you always do when I don't listen to you?(mad) I'm tired of you beating me, and acting different...

Chance:different?? You the one acting all different, defending that bitch ass nigga Bryson....

As he said that he walked over to my dresser.
He started searching for something in my jewelry box.

Hensley:fuck are you doing?(mad)

Chance pulled out the necklace Bryson bought me in Jamaica.

Chance:you think I didn't know?? I knew that nigga bought it for you, because I was with you the whole time in Jamaica and not once did you tell me you bought that becklace(mad)

Chance through the necklace into the wall.

Hensley:FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU(mad)