His Girlfriend

...My Megan

Trey POV

I lit the end of my blunt, letting its sizzling sound burn into the air.

Placing the blunt against my lips, I drew in as the warm smoke traveled down my chest. Blowing it out, I looked over the balcony as the smoke floated into the air.

To say I was shocked was an understatement.

To say I was surprised was an understatement.

To say I was astonished was an understatement.

Never have I ever been shut down by a woman before. Never has a woman planted her foot in my ass and kicked it for me.

I was lost for words when she told me off yesterday, not sure how to fight her back or make her shut up.

She made me shut up, she made me eat my own words like a little bitch and it turned me on..

I'm so use to a woman bowing down to me, doing what I say that her denial turned me on. She made me bow, she made me want to kiss the ground she walked on. She made me want to say "Yes ma'am."

I never knew a woman's power could make me want her so damn bad. Her assertion, her demand made me want to give her whatever she wanted. It made me realize that she was perfect.

The balcony door opened as I heard her come out, placing the blunt on my lips between my two fingers, I kept my eyes straight ahead into the night.

Megan: Why are you still here?" she sassed as she towered over me.

Me: because I want to talk." I said plainly.

Megan: talk about what?" she snapped.

Me: I want to talk about yesterday."

Megan: For what? I said everything I needed to say to you." she sassed again.

Me: You said everything you needed to say, now it is my turn." I said as she scoffed.

Megan: did you not get the message earlier? I'm done with you." she spit as I looked at her now.

Me: Megan." I warned as her stance wavered.

Me: sit down." I told. She flared her cute nose before rolling her eyes as sitting down. I took a huge draw of my blunt as she stared at me with an attitude.

Megan: are you going to talk or are we going to sit here in silence while you smoke." she taunted.

Smirking a little at her boldness, I put out the blunt on the table next to me, placing it on the ashtray.

Sitting up I kept my eyes forward as I rested my elbows on my knees.

Me:..Growing up, I never had a stable relationship." I mumbled.

Me: I never had a relationship where it wasn't onesided." I said.

Me: From my Mom to my Dad, everyone was in it for themselves."

Me: I never learned what a healthy relationship was because my father treated my mother the way I've treated you." I admitted.

Me: he made her submit, he made her do what he wanted no matter the cost and because of that my mom never nurtured me."

Me: she never was able to show me the love and care a mother is supposed to for her son. She never had the energy to show me what true love from a woman feels like." I remembered.

Me: She was so focused on pleasing my father, making sure he was happy that the bruises on her face, the bruises on her arms and legs didn't matter."

Me: she didn't care that I could see them. She wore her bruises proudly as if it was normal that she had them. She was always concerned about my father to the ping where I had to teach myself how to bathe, I taught myself how to use the bathroom." I said making her soften up.