Chapter 32: Don't matter to me Queens, New York September 13th, 10:34 am
And you tested my manhood as we yelled at each other You wanted me to gon' put my hands on you Just to show you I love you
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With his body leant up against the hood of the car, Chris held his hands clasped together in front of him peacefully. Behind his dark shades, he kept his focus on what was happening a little ways under the hill that he stood on top of, his eyes glued onto the cemetery where the large group of people huddled together. Tears, screams, and pleads sounded with every second of lowering the caskets into the ground that passed.
He was supposed to be present in that group of people but he wasn't, his job as a what now became the new chief of police, was to pay his respects. However he chose against that, not feeling enough empathy in his empty heart to go down and do such. He would much rather watch, not caring much about the effects of his actions because that changed nothing for him. Stasia had been dead to him way before this, the same for Myles considering he'd never seen it for the man from day 1.
Although it was raining, he wasn't paying much attention to that. He was getting drenched because he hadn't bothered to pull out an umbrella, however he didn't mind it. His eyes trailed along everybody there, eyeing them closely to try and read their body language and faces. He was sure not everybody here understood the truth behind either of the people they were celebrating the life of. But it wasn't his place to explain that, considering he'd already done what he done and that was it for him. His eyes continuing on around the atmosphere until they landed on one individual who stood off to the side.
He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip at how beautiful she looked, her figure being beyond perfect to him and he admired it every time he got the chance to see her these days. She stood alone, not joining the rest of the funeral, but standing in her lonesome under one of the trees with an umbrella covering her body. Her long sleeve skin-tight black dress hugged her baby bump perfectly, defining every curve and perfect imperfection she had. Her hair in ass length braids, something that was new for Chris, but he loved it.
"Damn..." He breathed out, shaking his head while boosting his body up from off of the car. He was moving ahead of his mind, but there was barely anything logical in there anyways that could have stopped his impulse. He needed to be around her, needed to touch her, and he felt because nobody else was there it was his opportunity to do such.
Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he buried his face into the crook of his neck where his lips pressed against her skin softly. He could feel her body tensing up, her eyes shooting down to eye the inked covered arms that sat around her body as best as they could. Being careful not to hug too tight in a manner that could hurt her, but he just needed to feel her body against his.
"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to get off of me before I start screaming bloody murder." She whispered, not wanting to do all of that but she didn't want him anywhere near her. It scared her to say the least, because she wasn't dumb nor was she naive enough to believe the scene in front of her wasn't caused by him.
