Imagines

Okay.-Chance The Rapper

Monday, Feb. 16, 2015

You were coming back home from 3 hours of gossip with your Mom and 30 minutes in the grocery store. When you pulled in the driveway you noticed a strange car parked a couple blocks away, causing you to think what was goin on at the Petterson's house. When you unlocked the door you screamed to your husband,"I'm Home!" You didn't wait for his response, you just continued to take the groceries out of the car and put them in the kitchen. You put the things up and began to clean. While you were chopping up the vegetables, you were playing music in the kitchen. As the song changed you heard Chance grunt, kind of like he was in pain. You began to make your way up the stairs with your knife next to your side. The closer you got to the room the more the sounds he made became different, sounding deeper then higher. When you slowly opened the door you seen your life being destroyed before you. Your eyes began to soak in tears, beginning to speak until a toad got stuck in your throat (pun intended). All you could do was stand there and watch him repeatedly fuck this random girl. The tears began to get heavier and heavier, soon causing you to whimp lowly. When Chance heard your low whimpers he stopped instantly, feeling a jab in his heart,"Fuck." You heard his low curse about his wrong doings, only leaving your knees weak. You dropped the knife next to you and fell to your knees in terror,"Why... Chance just please tell me why.... After all I've done for you and I've been through with you. Chance why?" Your cries became heavier as you tried figuring out why he would do something like this.

Feeling your tears soak your soft hands, you wiped your tears and slowly stood with your head held low and the knife squeezed into your hand,"H-How long?" Chance stood across the room with his hands on his head, feeling the guilt him,"Uh...." He became silent, frustrating you as you held your tears,"Chancelor, How long?.... You might as well tell me... Because after this I don't even wanna waste another second in this house with you." You tightened your grip on the knife in your right hand,"Bab-" You started turning the knife in your hand, lifting your head with boiling anger in your deep brown eyes,"Don't fucking call me baby." Chance rubbed his hands together in fear because you had a weapon that could possibly kill him,"Two or Three Months.. Everytime you'd go see your mom..." Your blood boiled as you shot your eyes towards the girl, who was now dressed in just her under clothes,"Why... Why'd you pick him... knowing he had me... why?" the girl began to step close to you with her hands out like she was bowing to you,"I-I.... I'm sorry ma'am..... that your guy wanted to fuck me." You watched her sad fake demeanor become bold and nonchalant,"Bitch... I have a fucking chef's knife and I will throw this bitch into your bitch ass head, you fucking slut." The girl laughed at your anger which set you off, you smiled as you closed your eyes and pointed the knife in her direction. You waited a few seconds as she began to blabber smart comments, slowly turning around facing the wall on your left. You took a slow breath as you heard her last comment,"Bet you thinkin bout how you kissed him and tasted my pussy." You quickly threw the knife behind you and waited until you heard it hit the wall. You began to hear the girl struggle to breath, you turned around and seen blood spewing out of the side of her neck. You smirked at the girl and stormed towards her, grabbing the knife out of the wall and dragging her to the bathroom. Knowing you were specialized in medical care you pulled out the emergency equpiment and found a needle and some of your hidden medical thread. You looked into the girl's eyes and gave her the most stern look she could ever recieve,"Now, when I get done repairing you, do not return to this fucking house ever in your life or I won't let you live... and I have no problem for going to jail for your amazing bloody unworthy crucial death." The girl holds onto her neck and shakes her head in agreement.

After you stitched her up, you gave her some anethestics and layed her in the geust room across the hall. Walking back into your room you watched as Chance stood looking at the bloody knife and your bloody hands with shock,"Ba- I mean Yn Please don't do thi-" You swiftly dropped the kitchen knife, whipped out your 2 pocket knifes from your belt buckle and jabbed them into his palms agianst the wall. Making sure his hands stuck to it, you walked out of the room going in to the geust room quickly grabbing the duct tape and taping the girl's hands and legs and mouth up with extra tape to be sure. As you were leaving you decided to take everything sharp, or something she'd try to used to free herself, out of the room, entering your room agian. You taped Chance's lips all the way around to the front of his head also taping his arms to the wall very well too,"You may think I'm crazy but I understand... because I am when it comes to my emotions now you'll be here thinking of your ways for the rest of the week. Thanks." You left with a smile on your face taking everything sharp out of your room too. Then you forgot to add a few words, stumbling back into the room you looked at his wounds and then deep into his eyes,"Oh yeah that girl will be here too so yall caan hear each other moan... remember you loved hearing her moan your name right?" You laughed and walked out with a grin. When you got downstairs you heard each of them screaming so you washed your hands quickly and then started blasting the music to block out their terror screams.