He's My Kryptonite

11. Hatred

• Camille

I woke up to the sound of yelling. So I thought. I sat up in the bed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I yawned and stood up out the bed, seeing the spot were Chris laid still messy. I shrugged knowing the house keeper will make the bed. I went into the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I walked out my room to see what the noise was. As I walked down the steps, the nosies became more clear. It wasn't yelling, it was hollers. Mixed with moans and groans. I clenched my jaw, oh fuck no.

I know this nigga is not fucking her after he told me he wasn't last night. Anger boiled up inside of me as they continued moaning. Ugh, I feel so stupid. I marched my way upstairs and ran in my room making sure the door slammed. Once my door slammed shut, their noises stop abruptly. I sighed and went into the bathroom to cut the shower on. What is his problem with sex? Why go from fucking me to fucking her? Am I not enough? I know I'm way better than her because he wouldn't be coming to me if I wasn't. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and opened my bedroom door to see Candice standing there, in an over sized t-shirt and her hair messy. Slut.

"What?" I spat.

"I hope we didn't wake you, I am just getting home from work and you know how Chris can get." She giggled and blushed, I rolled my eyes.

"Nah, you didn't wake me." I mumbled.

"Really? I mean I know we can get a little loud and carried away," she started but I zoned her out when a thought came to mind. I smirked mentally.

"Oh no, it's okay. I've learned how to block all that out every since he started bringing in multiple groupies in the middle of the night." I shrugged.

"W-what?" She asked mushing her eyebrows together. Now I'm starting to feel bad, lying to my own sister.

"Yeah, um....I'm going to take a shower now." I mumbled, she nodded and I closed the door.

A smirked grew on my face as I could just imagine what will happen next.

• Chris

Smack!

I jumped up out of the bed and gripped my now burning neck. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Candice who was standing by the bed looking pissed.

"What you do that for?!" I spat.

"You know why!" She exclaimed. "You've been cheating on me with random hoes when I'm at work?!" She growled. I scrunched up my face.

"What? What the hell you talking about?!" I yelled standing up out the bed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! I was just told that you have random groupies coming through here at night!" She snarled as she began hitting me. I flinch from her hits looking at her crazy.

"Stop hitting me!" I spat gripping both of her hands, she panting and looked at me with hurt. "Candice, baby what are you talking about? I don't be fucking other girls!"

"Don't lie." She growled.

"I'm not baby-"

"THEN WHY WOULD CAMILLE TELL ME THIS THEN HUH? WHAT SHE GOT TO LIE FOR, CHRIS?! HUH?!" She yelled snatching her hands out my grip. Camille? I clenched my jaw.

"I don't know why she told you that bullshit, but SHE IS LYING! Baby I never cheated on you." I assured wrapping my arms around her waist. She sniffles. "Candice don't cry."

"Don't lie to me Chris. Just be real with me." She mumbled into my chest. I clenched my jaw.

"I'm not cheating on you babe. Nor will I ever, you just have to trust me."