US OR NOTHING

41.

Jordan Jackson.
📍Tarzana Los Angeles CA.

Laying down on my side staring at the phone in my hand I was so close to throwing my phone at the wall.

I'm in here trying to get a hold of myself so I can move on with my life only to find out the man I love is out with other bitches and touching their pussy in the club.

Hearing the front door lock I quickly acted like I was asleep, I heard footsteps in the room walking towards the bathroom before I heard the shower cut on.

I sat up and waited, 20 minutes later Chris walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and he jumped.

"Shit, you scared me." He held his hand on his chest before walking towards the dresser and putting on some basketball shorts.

"Where were you ?" I asked.

"I was out with teammates." He came towards the bed and tried to kiss my forehead but I pulled away from him.

"What's wrong ?" He frowned.

"What's wrong? You go out partying while I'm in here by myself then you get caught touching some random bitch pussy and you ask me what's wrong ?" I looked at him like he was stupid.

"Wha- what ?" He was looking dumb.

I grew angry and grabbed my phone, unlocking it, and threw it at him it hit him in his jaw before falling on the floor.

Chris held his jaw while clenching it.

"Don't start throwing shit at me Jordan." He shook his head.

"I needed you here! You went out and cheated !" I yelled with tears in my eyes.

"I ain't do shit." He shook his head.

"Stop fucking lying to !" Him staying this calm only made me more irritated.

"I ain't do shit Jor-" I cut him off by throwing a pillow at him.

"Aye stop throwing shit bruh how old are you ?!" He raised his voice, anger showing in his eyes.

"Then start talking !" I yelled back getting into his face.

"What do you want me to say ?! I didn't fucking cheat end off the conversation !" He yelled.

"Then explain the fucking pictures !" I pushed his chest causing him to stumble backward.

"Don't put yo fucking hands on me." His voice lowered and he looked away clenching his jaw.

"Then stop fucking lying to me! And tell me the truth !" I pushed him again, this time he stumbled against the dresser and the ultrasound picture off Normani fell on the floor, the glass and the frame both broke.

There was a silence while we both looked down at the frame, tears filled my eyes.

Looking up at Chris he had the same tears in his eyes.

He turned around facing the wall, I jumped when I saw him starting to go ham on the wall.

It was like he was seeing red and couldn't stop himself.

"Chris stop !" Blood was plastered onto the wall.

"Chris please stop !" I was crying now, my voice cracked and he stopped.

He looked at me before falling onto his knees crying onto the floor, his hand was covered in blood just like the wall.

"I need you baby, I can't cope with this pain on my own." He cried looking up at me with tears streaming down his face.