This may be all over the place , sorry😒
Trelynn😍😏
Every fucking night it's the same damn thing with Christian, but I think I am in love with him. He had his mother watching Jr. while we came to California, like my mother couldn't watch him. We aren't staying at August and Shay's house because Christian wanted to "talk". So here we are at a fucking hotel. I just got out of the shower, so did he. I tried getting Shay's attention at the club because I wanted to talk to her. She wouldn't even look my way. I forgive her though, it's not her fault I shouldn't have came onto her and most of this shit wouldn't have happened.
"What is it that you want to talk about, Christian?" I asked putting on lotion.
"As many times I slap you around you still never listen to shit I say. Don't think I ain't see you dry fucking them girls and BOYS last night. What is it going to take for you to fucking learn? HUH!?"
"Look, you're not my boss, you're my fucking baby father, you're not even supposed to be my boyfriend... You fucked an answer out of me Christian." I started crying. "You do me so fucking wrong, Chris, I don't know what to do! I love you, but yet I fucking hate you. I swear I want to work things out between us, but you make it so fucking hard for me to want this to work. Christian, you always put your hands on me and think sex will solve everything. It won't solve shit, Christian, You can't keep hitting on me and thinking that shit will be okay the next fucking day!"
"You make me put my hands on you, like I'm about to do now, you keep raising your fucking voice at me and see what the fuck happens." He said walking closer to me. I sat on the bed and scooted to the headboard.
"See, that's what I'm talking about, Chris." I said shaking my head.
He looked at me and licked his lips. "You pregnant?" He asked out of nowhere
"What the fuck? Where did that come from? No I ain't."
"Are you lying cause you getting pudgy there." He poked my stomach
"Fuck you, Christian." I wiped my tears away and got up putting on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt.
Just like that, the fighting begins. He grabbed my hair.
"Get off'a me, Christian."
He didn't let go he kept bashing me in my face. I spit up blood as he fought me like I was a nigga. I was not even fighting back, I heard my nose crack and he kept going.
"Christian!" I choked out while crying
"Shut the fuck up." He said breathing heavily.
I punched him in the mouth, that must've made him angrier, he pulled a blade out.
"Please don't do this to me, Christian."
He cut me across my face and I cried out in pain. He went for my throat and tried to cut me there but he missed. I slapped the blade out of his hand sending it flying elsewhere in the room. I cried and kicked my feet so he'd move.
"Move, Christian!" I yelled. "If there were a baby, I'm pretty sure you killed it by now."
"What?" He asked slowly getting up.
"Nothing." I hopped up making sure not to bump him and went to the bathroom.
I closed the door and slid down it. I cried thinking of a way to get out of here. My life has been hell since I fucked Christian. He's so great in bed though, I also thought that we would work out. But I was so wrong, I can never catch a break with Christian. Honestly for the sake of our child I'm still with him.
