I didn’t even answer him, I stayed silent. I don’t know what that was either. I just know it felt better than ANY kiss Tyrone has EVER gave me.
I miss the way Chris would hold my face, wrap my arms around his neck, and smile when we kissed. I missed everything about him, when he would sing to me on the phone at night, how goofy he was, or how his smile could kill anything that destroys a good day. Him in general, he was my light, my reason to live.
I just can’t take him back. The fear of him doing that to me again, playing with my heart, Him being the master and my heart the defenseless puppet. I can’t do it.
I came back from my moment when I heard Tyrone screaming in my ear, “ WHAT!? “
“ What? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING, KISSING HIM? “
“ … “
“ So you’re just not going to answer me? This is some bullshit Quanna, and you know it. I can’t believe you cheated on m- “
I held my hand up real quick, ready to correct that sentence, “ Excuse you, cheated on you? Who said we were together? I know it was wrong for me to do that while starting out things with you, but we are NOT together. So don’t call me a cheater. “
“ FUCK THAT. I told you this before, you are mine, no one else can have you. You want me to kill him, huh? I thought understood the first time when Lance told you he couldn’t see you anymore. You want me to end Chris’ life? And his mom’s too? “
I looked at him like the crazy bastard he was, and I knew that I was in a situation I couldn’t get out of now. “ No, please dont do that Tyrone. “
He pulled up to a house that definitely wasn’t mine.“ Then you don’t see him, ever again. Get out the car. “
I got up and stood by the car, “ Where the fuck are we Tyrone? “
“ My house. Now come on. “
He dragged me to the door, and I stood there while he unlocked it. I walked inside, and looked around. He had a nice house, but I could tell he didn’t give a fuck about what it looked like. Everything was plain, maybe he wasn’t at home a lot. I don’t know, I don’t care.
“ Come on. “ He spoke while walking up the stairs.
I followed him, only to be in his room. I could tell because the bed was messy, and he plopped down on it just like it was his.
I let out a snort, “ You think I’m sleeping in here? “
“ Duh. “ He gave me the ‘duh’ look, and laid back on his bed. “ If you’re hungry, you can buy something. Chinese, Pizza, whatever. “ He threw his phone at me, which I caught. Thank goodness.
I was infuriated, and I couldn’t hold it in. I hated being ignored, and that’s exactly what he was doing. “ Tyrone, I am not dealing with your bullshit! I want to go home! I don’t want to be here with you! “
He gave me an annoyed look with a sigh to follow after it, “ I’m not going nowhere, I’m tired! You better lay your ass in this bed or shut the fuck up! “
I turned around to walk out the room but he grabbed me and threw me on the bed, “ I dare you to try and leave this house. “
He closed the door, and laid back on the bed like nothing happened. I scooted up to the headboard of the bed and laid my head on my knees.
I wanted out of whatever this is.
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