My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

Filler

Well umm short version a bitch got caught up. Like CAUGHT UP caught up.

I was at our house and ******* was there with me. Let's just say we were very ...close. But ***** wasn't there so it was all good... or so I thought. ***** had been gone for days I'm guessing cause I NEVER bring ******* to our house.

We were watching tv on the couch and I was laid across his lap. I didn't think anything about ***** until I heard the front door opening. I looked up at ******* and he looked at me then we both looked at the door. He walked in and looked at us both. He didn't say anything he just looked at us. Then he laughed and went to his room.

I froze up being absolutely terrified at his reaction. That was only because I knew he was gonna do some off the wall shit. ******* didn't seem to care that much despite the fact that he could've been in danger. Out of fear I got up and went to see where Chris went and what he was doing. Before I got all the way in the room I heard clicking and rattling.

"*****.." I said loud enough for him to hear, "Are you okay?" I finally made my way all the way in the room and saw him. Not only did I see him but I also saw a gun (clearly loaded) in his hand. He looked up at me and laughed again. "I told you once before gettin' rid of niggas ain't hard to do." He said getting up.

He walked towards me and I wouldn't let him go through the door. "Christa you better move." He said trying to move me out the way. "Please don't hurt him.." I begged, "please." He looked down at me and started laughing. "You don't want me to hurt yo lil boyfriend huh?" He said clearly being upset. "I'll tell him leave if that's what you want just don't hurt him.. please." I said trying to fight back tears.

He looked down at me not saying anything for a little bit. "Tell him get the fuck out before I take him out." He said shoving me out the room. I ran down the stairs being so scared I could barely stand. "******* for your sake and mine, please go home." I said trying not to sound panicked. He looked at me, confused at how scared I looked. "Did he say something to you?" He asked getting up. "Please just go home okay? I don't want you to be hurt." I whispered.

He reluctantly put he sweatshirt back on, kissing my forehead before he left out.