Ken
I froze, feeling my whole face turn a deep red. Chris had spoken the words I had been holding back on for weeks now. The way he said it sounded flat and dry, angered. This was what I was afraid of. The anger. I didn’t want Chris to know because I thought he would leave me, think I was stupid.
I’m far from stupid and my feelings are true. I love Chris; I love him so much that it’s a downfall. He makes me happy, in every way. I can’t see a future without him. But, he didn’t need to know that.
Instead of answering his question I turned to walk out the closet with my dress. I let my hair fall into my face to shield the feelings evident in my face. As I made my way to the door Chris stopped me pushing me into the back wall. I held my head down as he got in my face.
“Ken, look at me.” His voice was hard and stern, I thought to flinch but didn’t. Disobeying his order I kept my head down not bothering to spare him a glance. Chris hand came to the back of my head pulling it up so I could look at him. His eyes went on a journey through mine that showed I was upset and scared, but he seemed uncaring of that. “Did you tell my mama that you love me?”
His hands rested on the wall on either side of my face as we had an intense stare down. I would look away but when I did his head would come to my chin turning me back. I sighed trying to get my emotions under control, “Chris it doesn’t matter, let just get ready ok?” I gave him a weak smile. He sucked his teeth, “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?! Obviously it matters to me now tell me did you tell her that?!”
“Yes! I did! Are you fucking happy?!”
I couldn’t take being yelled at, I hate getting yelled at. What? You can’t say that same shit with your inside voice?
Chris stared at me for awhile, his whole expression going blank. At this point I was skeptical of what he might say… What he would do… Worst case scenario he would ask me to leave or even worst, tell me he doesn’t feel the same. Then I would feel stupid, real stupid. Chris eyes traced mine not showing a speck of emotion.
“I want to hear you say it.” His words weren’t telling me I had a choice in the matter, they said I had to. I folded my arms across my chest mugging him, “Why should I?” Chris gave me a stale face as his jaw clenched and unclenched. Was he supposed to be mad? “Damn it Ken, just say it and stop giving me fucking attitude!”
I flinched at his words realizing Chris is one of the few people who put fear in my heart. I raked my fingers through my hair sucking in air preparing myself to say the words I said I wouldn’t speak again.
“Chris… I love you…” My eyes met his showing sincerity. Chris jaw was still clenched. I waited for him to reply, but I realized he would. He couldn’t, how could I expect him to return such feelings? Feelings I shouldn’t even have. My head hung low letting my hair once again fall in my face as those tears of hurt stopped stinging the back of my eyes and fell. I should have known Chris didn’t love me that he didn’t see us falling for each other. I should have-
“I love you too.” His fingers found my chin lifting my head up so our lips could meet. Even caught off guard by his words I still manage to close my eyes and kiss him back. When he pulled away my tears still continued to fall, shaking my head. “You don’t mean it, you can’t mean it.” I said through sobs.
He shook his head, “Ken baby, I mean it. I don’t just go around telling every girl I love them. I really and truly do love you, and only you. You’re the only girl I’m willing to fight for, the only one who doesn’t have to do much to make me happy. I love you Ken.”
My heart swelled in my chest. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him into a hug. He kissed the top of my head. “Why were you mad at me?” I said into his chest.
“Because you told her and not me, I should have been the first to know.” He explained. I wasn’t about to explain to him how I was afraid of losing him, he didn’t need to know that, all that mattered right now is that we love each other. Nothing else needed to be said.
Thank god for Chris.
Kanye
Things were getting tight. Finding Ken had suddenly become a scavenger hunt. She was no longer at her house so I couldn’t just run up in there and grab her myself. Then to make situation worst, last time I sent someone for her they got killed. I couldn’t afford to lose another, these niggas make my money.
With that being said, I had to do some research. Finding information on Ken was beyond difficult; everybody thought she was a man. That was until I stumbled upon a girl named Monica. Oh Monica, the girl was ever so helpful.
She told me a lot; apparently she has been stalking Ken because of a guy named Chris. Chris was Ken’s current boyfriend or whatever, and she has been staying at his house that is coincidentally in the same neighbor hood as hers.
“Kanye, I need you to kill Chris.”
She said pulling me out of my thoughts. My eyes shot up to meet hers. She looked serious, but her eyes told a story of regret. She fiddled with her fingers, her palms shaking. Cute, a scared bitch. I chuckled leaning forward on the table, “Now why should I do that? There’s no bad blood between us.” I didn’t let on to the fact that I was going to kill him too if we came into contact. I wanted to see what she would do.
Monica shook her head reaching into her purse; she pulled out two stacks and slid it across the table. She then looked up at me, “this should be enough to motivate you.” She was right, money talked and at this point she was speaking my language. I flipped through the money making sure they were all the same bills before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.”
With that she nodded and left. Now I had Ken right where I wanted her. She was truly going to regret ever living.