My Best Friend's Boyfriend

Chapter 23

*Lisa's Pov*
I waited all night for Kendrick to come over. I know what you are thinking, I am a total jerk for dating my best friends boyfriend. But who cares, I'm just saving him from her. She's crazy. We have been through the ringer and back all because of her secret. I've been trying to keep it a secret but, she's pushed me too far. I planned on telling Kendrick when he came over to my house. I heard a knock at my door. I went downstairs to see Kendrick. He looked like he had been crying. "What's wrong baby?" I said. "Emory's parents died." He said. "Oh, well I'm glad you are here. You need to get away from her asap." I said. He looked at me and jerked away from my grip. His eyes were bloodshot. "You are selfish." He said to me with his voice shaking. "You are crazy if you stay." I said. "WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST HER?!" He yelled. "She's bipolar, and when she was younger, she was assaulted by her mothers ex-husband." I whispered. "You don't know her." He said. "No, you don't know her, she's been on medicine every since middle school." I said. "I don't care. What kind of friend are you?!" He said and started going to the kitchen and breaking glasses. "STOP. IT. GET. OUT." I yelled. He threw a plate at my face and it scraped my cheek. "I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE IF YOU DONT GET OUT!" I yelled. He picked up my cell phone and threw it at the wall. "You said you loved me." I said. "I don't." He said coldly. I grabbed his arm and he jerked away from me. "You said that we were going to be together forever." I said. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" He said. I held on to him and he drug me across the carpet in the living room. I got off of the floor and jumped on his back and he slung me on the couch. "You are either going to end up hurt or either dead messing with her." I said and he turned around and slapped me in my face. "Don't let her name roll off of your slimy tongue EVER again, don't even look at her, you don't deserve to, she was right about all the stuff she told me about you." He said. I grabbed my face and felt my cheek. He must not know who he messing with, he started walking towards the door and I took a vase and smashed it on his head. I watched as his unconscious body fell to the floor. I drug him over to the couch and laid on his chest tracing his tattoo. We fell asleep together, just how it's supposed to be, me and my baby. If Emory gets in the way of this, it will be the death of her.