California Love

Chapter Thirteen

|Kristyana's POV|
"Hello? Mason, baby, I'm home," I shouted and still got no answer. I checked all the rooms and didn't find him. I heard moaning so I dropped my stuff in Rhyen's room and went to mine.

"You lowdown dirty fuckhole," I shouted.

My heart raced as I stood at the door frame. Looking at this was like shoving a machete into my heart. My fists contracted. It seemed as if everything around me was shrinking. What the fuck was I seeing right now? Was this bitch losing her damn mind? Did she want me to snatch her up and drag her into the street? I felt as if I was bleeding in the inside. My blood was boiling, yeah, I felt that shit. I didn't want anything more than to fuck somebody up. She looked over and her eyes widened.

"Babe I--"

"You better not say you can explain because if you do, you better be explaining how you gone get the fuck up out my house before I murder the both of you backstabbing motherfuckers," I shouted at the top of my lungs. I looked at Courtney and glared. Didn't say anything, just glared. Then Mason broke the silence.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it but--"

"But nothing Mason! You cheated on me, period point blank. And I caught you. You said I was all you ever needed and all you ever wanted. What happened to that baby? You fucked up man. You really fucked up now," I clenched my jaw.

"Well you should've kept your man on a leash," Courtney smirked with the sheets covering her body.

"Bitch, you should've never even been here," I rolled my eyes. The girls ran upstairs when they heard me yelling.

"Well bitch, I was invited," she rolled her eyes back at me. Oh hell yeah, this bitch done lost her mind.

"Alright bitch, you got ONE more damn time to say something, one more. One more peep, and I'll drag you into the fucking street. And I'm dead ass serious because I'm ready to whoop both of y'all asses. Fuck with me if you want. If looks could kill, bitch you'd be 24 feet under. Fuck 6," I glared at her once again. She stared at me. Man she wanted to say something hella bad and if she does, it's lights out for this bitch.

"Mason, I could really murder you right now. After almost two decades of friendship, best friends, you throw that all away all because mine wasn't good enough for you," my hand started to shake rapidly.

"Bitch--" Last straw. I ran over to Courtney and grabbed her by her throat. Mason tried to stop me, but the way I was feeling right now, can't shit stop me except for the Lord God himself. I slammed her on the carpet. She threw as many punches she could, but missed a good amount of them. My knuckles started to bruise and bleed. She squealed while her face was being rearranged.

"Bitch, get the fuck off me," She screamed.

"You wanna sleep with my man, in my bed," I panted in between punches. I let her stand up, but she wasn't going anywhere. She grabbed my hair, but that didn't stop anything. I maneuvered myself into a position to where I could uppercut her. I threw her around by her hair and broke up things in my room. The girls were watching me and so was Mason. Good thing he wasn't tryna stop me because I could whoop his ass right now too. I dragged her down the stairs and made more of a mess. She struggled to loosen my grip which made her kick and scratch. I opened the door and dragged her out to her car. I ran back inside to grab her shit. Her face was leaky and bruised.

"That'll teach you how to find your own man bitch," I shouted at her. I threw her keys and her purse at her. I slammed the door right behind me and turned around to see Mason. I shook my head at him in disbelief.

"You really fucked up this time. Really fucked up," I stepped over broken stuff. He grabbed my waist, or at least tried to. I slapped his hands away. Hot tears streamed from my eyes.

"You're fucking crazy if you think touching and kissing all over me will win me back, you're insane. Mason, why? Why baby," I cried. He shook his head.

"I-I-I don't know. She came onto me and I didn't know how to react. I don't have an answer for you baby. I'm sorry though," he stuck his hand out. I looked at his hand like it grew another twelve fingers.

"Mason, no! Yanno what? This is finished. We're finished."

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I left for Chris's about an hour after Mason left. I couldn't keep my mind off of what I saw. I cried all the way to Chris's house. How could I be so stupid? I should've known. All that touching and feeling she was doing. I pulled over into a parking lot and cried. My hand was on the wheel, while the other was on my forehead. 56 nights by Future was blasting through my speakers. Tears ran down my face. Cold tears because how heart my cold was feeling. I could murder someone right now, preferably Courtney.