The Pressure

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I was still fucked up from what happened earlier. I sighed, laying in my bed, still hungry as shit. That dumb bitch.

I hadn't talked to K since the night at the club. I knew Chris had her attention so I wasn't surprised.

I groaned as my mind went back to that night. That crazy... mistake. I can't believe that happened. I'm not even like that when I'm completely drunk. I mean I was drunk, but I could still walk, so I knew what was going on.

I mean, I obviously wanted it, right?

I shook the thought out of my head and took a soothing shower. My muscles were still tense from work.

After getting out, I put on an oversized sweater that stopped mid thigh and knee high socks. So comfortable.

I heard a knock on my door and stopped on my way to my kitchen, staring my door down. Who the hell could that be?

I walked to it, sighing as I opened it.

Kirk.

"What the hell you want?" I snapped.

He looked me down, smirking softly. "You don't got a scratch on ya and she sitting at home with a ice bag on ha face."

"Do I look like I give a fuck? What do you want, Kirk?"

"I wanted to make sure you was good."

"I'm fine. Bye." I rolled my eyes, closing the door but his foot blocked me from doing it completely.

"I know you like that foot so you betta move it before you lose it." I snapped, staring him dead in his eyes.

"I just wanna talk to you, Mook, come on let me in." He pleaded, sincerity in his face. I sighed, rolling my eyes and opening the door back up, moving out the way so he could come in.

I closed the door and turned to him, folding my arms and looking at him.

"Talk." I sighed, getting impatient.

"Come here." He frowned, holding his hands out.

"Kirk, what do you want? I'm not in the mood for you to be playin'."

"I miss you. I miss us." He said softly

"I bet ya baby moms miss you, too. You should go check on her since I fucked her up pretty good."

"We not together." He said a lil too quickly.

"Okay." I said with no expression.

"Let's start over." He pleaded. "Seeing you today brought too many feelings back. I can't let you walk away again without trying."

"No. You don't even deserve to be talking to me right now. You lucky I ont chop ya dick off just for having the balls to slide ya skinny ass up to my place. I'm not gone have this conversation with you, Kirk. You made yo choice the second you fucked that bitch that this ain't what you want. I'm not giving you a second chance to fuck me over. " I said, meaning every word that came out of my mouth. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Wrong answer." He said, charging right for me and pressing me against the door, his arm around my neck. "I get what I want and ion care how I get it."

I felt my face turning red as I gasped for air, trying to move his arm from my neck but he only tightened it. I kicked him in his nuts and he immediately let go, grabbing them.

"You fucking pussy ass bitch!" I yelled, kicking him in the face, causing him to fall back. I ran to my couch and grabbed my gun I kept tape under it, turned the safety off and pointed it towards him. When he looked up, his eyes immediately widened.