Satan's Angel || BWHM

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Hours past and she just reminisced about all the times her and Chris had:

Age 15

Chris caught her staring, her motioning him her way. He pointed to himself. And she nodded. They always admired from a distance. This was them talking for the first time."I think it's time we stop staring and actually do shit." She suggested. Her boldness made him smirk. "Yeah? Like what?" She bit her lip, "A few things. Your number being at the top, and yo dick being at the bottom." He laughed. "You bold as hell. How you know I even like you, babe?" She shrugged, "You stare at me a lot. And you cheesin' so I know you like me." He nodded. "I do like you. You mad cute." She smiled and slid her phone his way. They exchanged numbers and that was the start.

Age 16
They'd been talking all summer and until a few weeks before her birthday, he asked her to be his. He took her to a school function, a football game and asked her under the bleachers after the game. His mom was late picking them up so until then they made out under the bleachers.

Six months in, She gave him her flower. One beautiful night, on the eve of Christmas, he spent the night with her over her parents house. When they were all sleep, she and him were in her room, door cracked closed. She winced, tears strolling down from her eyes, the pain being unbearable. He kissed her slowly, wincing as well. It hurt for him too. As he took the first push, he tried again and again to relieve some pain, slowly it diminishing. Once the pain turned to pleasure for him, he nutted, being a virgin. He apologized sheepishly and the next day they tried again. He improved and although the pain started again, it went away much quicker and they succeeded, they both came.

Around eleven months in, Chris claimed he wanted a family with her, explaining how if they did it now, when they were grown, they wouldn't have to cook or anything. She agreed and for the next two and a half months they tried and failed. She was devastated.

Age 17
They broke up after being together for a year and four months, her brothers catching wind of things, saying she was getting too serious and heavily judged her for not being with someone was actually black with dreads. Chris didn't fight her brothers on that for her. And they ended things shortly after, but remained cordial, calling each other ever so often to hook up.

Prom season arrives and Chris promposed to her, her saying yes. They went together and won prom queen and king. They went to a hotel, discussed that they still loved each other, made love, woke up the next day and they decided to remain as friends.

They eventually stopped talking after a while until she called him, at the age of nineteen to hookup again. And now at the age of twenty, she could be mourning his death.

Those hours turned into two days, her not once leaving Chris's side. Lucho came in, and told her she needed to go home, take a shower, and eat before coming back up here. "But what if somethin' happen while I'm out?" She asked in a hoarse tone. "His girl here. He gon be aight chava. C'mon." Lucho lifted her, reluctantly, she obliged. "You look a hot mess." Lucho told. She needed to brush her weave, hide her edges, wash her face, brush her teeth, and sleep. "I know."

She cleaned herself up, Lucho agreeing to take her back. Lucho and her sat in the parking lot, her hair in a neat ponytail and her edges hid by a bandana. "I'on't know what I'd do without you." She whispered in the silent car. Lucho shook his head, "You ain't ever gotta worry bout that chava." Her body mustered some strength and she leaned over the median, mouths attaching in a slow sync of passion. "I love you so much." She told him. "I love you too, chava." She smiled and got out the car, him following after.

Chris's new thang, Sin didn't even remember her name, Zola or Zilla. Something with a Z. As Lucho walked in with Sin, her eyes went to the woman. "Why are you even here? This is all your fault." Zoey spat. Sin looked to Lucho, and then her, "Bi-" Lucho placed a hand on her chin, pulling it quickly to his mouth for a brief moment. "Not in here." He whispered to her. Lucho was seriously the only one to ever get her soft. That was a hint to something bigger. "Look. We here for him, not you. Keep yo shit on lock cos you really don't want these problems." Lucho turned to Zoey and they took a seat. "Fuck that. Y'all are problems." Sin let out a humorless laugh, "Keep runnin' yo mouth in you gon be assigned the room next to him, hoe. I swear you don't want this. I know shit bout ya boy that'll hurt yo frail ass feelings." Her lips twitched at the white girl. "Who even are you?" Sin got up and walked the Chris, his body still and the monitor beeping steadily. "His first love." Zoey huffed. "Why was he there in the first place?" Sin places a kiss on his forehead, taking a deep breath, "That's his question to answer." Lucho and her left soon after.

And for the next week, Chris recovered and went home, two weeks after the shooting. His girl still didn't know much but her questions were gonna get answered.

Her brothers were over, making sure she was okay and that Chris was okay. Ruthless held his sister, "I know that nigga not my favorite, but I hate how it made you feel." Broad huffed, "That point coulda hit you. I swear to that nigga it's on sight." Shots loaded his gun, the other two doing the same. "And you know... his ass never learn."

And lo and behold, the man of the hour knocks on the door.