Short Stories

Newspapers and Firearms

This is from a story I was writing that I put on hold. You might recognize a few people in here! Thank you for reading💜

It's been a week since my argument with Chris and it's been awkward around here. Whenever we're in the same room together we get into an argument which isn't out of the normal but we're fighting over little stuff. He said my shirt was too tight the other day which led us into a screaming match about how I need to buy new shirts.

He has been bringing in a new person every night. So far it's mostly women but he did bring a guy once. He ended up leaving as soon as he came though.

He doesn't walk around naked anymore and he's started avoiding my eyes.

One thing that's changed is my relationship with his friends. I've been over to Ariel's apartment a few times and seen Ronnie there. I haven't really got to know Ronnie all that well but Ariel is quickly becoming a friend. She's really sweet and funny. She showed me some of her art pieces and she's really talented. I learned that we both like to do home improvement projects. She actually admitted that most of her apartment furniture is refurbished.

I'm actually getting ready to head over to her apartment now. She said it's a friend game night and she invited me. I tried to back out considering I'm only friends with her but she forced me.

I finished my hair and left the bathroom. I grabbed the bag of snacks I brought and headed out.

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"You think I like you?" I shouted at Chris.

As soon as I sat down he started with me. I said 'Hi' to everyone and said I brought snacks and still he's mad.

"I don't give a fuck if you like me or not your're living in my house not paying any bills," He yelled back.

"I offered, you said no," I was getting a headache. "And living with you is no fucking treat. All the women you bring through the house and walking around naked plus the fucking refrigerator you love so much."

"It's my house I can do whatever I want and if you don't like it you can get the fuck out."

"It's your fault I'm living there in the first place," I reminded him.

"My fault you couldn't fuck your girl right she had to come to me," He smirked.

"Fuck you." The room went still.

"You know what Imma get yo shit out myself," He said climbing over the couch. I quickly followed him.

"Not if I stop you," I quickly flew out of the door after him. He was faster than me so I just had to make sure I made it back to the apartment before him. I saw his black jeep pull out of the parking garage just as I was getting into my car.

He got to the apartment before me but I was only a few minutes behind him. He only beat me because I was still following the rules on the road. I walked into my room to see him throwing my clothes into a suitcase. I quickly ran over and grabbed his hand filled with my pants.

"Stop touching my shit," I groaned, trying to pull the clothes my way.

"No, you're getting out of this bitch tonight," He pulled them towards him. I gave it all my strength and pulled it back towards me. He slipped on one of my shirts and fell on top of me. He looked up at me. My pants were the only thing separating us.

"I really fucking hate you," I said before pushing my mouth on his. He responded quickly, pushing his tongue in my mouth. Chris grabbed onto the collar of my shirt to hold me in place. I fought back against his tongue not wanting to give in. I grabbed his waist and flipped us so I was on top.