Trap Queen

« Tierra's POV »

I wake up to Taj not by side. I got up and went to the kitchen, on the way there I heard the shower. I shake my head and take things out to make breakfast. While I go in fridge to get eggs and cheese I felt arms grab my hips. I put the stuff on the counter then turn around.

"Good morning." Taj says grabbing my butt, pulling me closer.

"Morning." I say bluntly getting out of his arms. I continued making breakfast.

"You gon make me breakfast?" Taj asks unsure.

"Yeah I guess so." I say as I stir the pancake mix. He kisses my neck, but I move my shoulders in the way so he sucks his teeth.

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"Here you go." I say as I sit Taj's plate in front of him.

"What the fuck Tierra? You joking right?" He asks mad. I look at him with a straight face and walk away. He gets up and follows me. Taj pushes me against the wall and looks in my eyes.

"What?" I ask with an attitude.

"Why you mad? Giving me a small ass fucking pancake." He says and licks his lips. I look away.

"Nothing. I'm just gonna take a shower and cook. Is that okay?" I say and try to get off the wall. He pushes me back against the wall.

"Tell me what's wrong with you. I'm being calm right now." He says.

"I'm being pretty fucking calm right now too Taj." I say looking in his eyes.

"Stop and answer my question. Why you mad?" He asks again but in a more stern tone.

"Ask Simone." I say and brush pass his shoulder. I go in my room grab my towel and go in the bathroom. I turn the shower on and start washing up.

- Taj's POV -

Damn. Tierra must of heard me on the phone this morning with Simone. She didn't do anything but give me dome though. I mean she was down to fuck, but then when my shirt came off and she saw the scratches on my back... She wasn't up for it anymore. I still fucked up with Tierra though. Now I know she definitely won't trust me. I don't know what I'm gonna do. I chill in the living room until she comes out to the kitchen to start working.

"Tierra." I say calmly.

"What." She mumbles.

"Look I'm gon be one hunna. I got dome from Simone. We were both down to fuck but when she saw ya scratches on my back she wasn't having it." I say itching the back of my head.

"No it doesn't even matter. I let my guard down too soon. None of this should've happened." She says.

"No Tierra, I want this. I want you. I want us. I just gotta get it together." I say honestly.

"Well until you get it together Taj, get the fuck out my house." She says calm. I don't know who she talking to but I ain't leaving.

"I'm not leaving." I say. She stops what she's doing and looks at me.

"Taj get the fuck out my house. Go to Simone. Tell her how we were nothing to begin with. Go have fun." She says looking me the eyes. I can tell she's hurt.

"Tier-"

"No shut the fuck up and listen." She says as she throws glass plates in front of me. I back up with my hands up. I just go in Tierra's den and smoke and drink a bit.

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I came out a couple hours later to see if Tierra calmed down. I walk in the kitchen to her picking up glass with her bare hands. I get closer and see her hands are bleeding from the shards of glass.

"Let me help you." I say.

"No I got it." She says picking up the glass and throwing it in the garbage.

"Tierra you're bleeding."

"Leave me alone." She says with a sniff.

"Let me just help." I say sucking my teeth.

"Why won't you just leave like everyone else?" She says crying.

"I'm not like everyone else Tierra. I'm not leaving you." I say picking her up bridal style. I carry her into the bathroom. Then, I sit her on the toilet. I get the peroxide and bandages. I look at her hands and wash them off, then I drench them with peroxide. I dry off her hands and then put the bandages on her hands. I sit on the edge of the tub and look at her.

"Tierra..." I say.

"Hmm?" She responds looking away.

"You love me don't ya?" I ask.

"No I don-"

"Yes you do you wouldn't be so upset about the situation if you didn't love me." I tell her.

"I don't love you." She mumbles.

"It's okay, I love you too." I whisper looking in her eyes.