POWER

chapter 6

Chyna

It was taking everything in me to push her off of me once my back hit this table but I loved her that much. The fact that we've been apart for the past 5 months had been driving me crazy. I wanted the touch of her, the commands. I wanted her direction. "Chy, you're not gonna come in my house early as shit, scare my ass, curse me out, then be silent!" She semi-yelled. "I'm mad at you." I replied. "I don't care." She said pulling me from the table, her face sporting a frown. "Upstairs." She said. I tilted my head to the side, "I'm not going up there with that Bitch in your bed." She must be out of her Damn mind. Telling me to go upstairs when she has someone in her bed already. "I'm waiting." She said walking pass me heading upstairs. I looked around the room, no one was there but I wish someone was. Maybe they could explain what the hell was going on with this current situation.

I sighed, going upstairs. I opened the room door to find her bed empty. "Where's your friend?" I asked. "Come here." She said. "No." "Get over here." She said this time more demanding. I walked over to her, standing in front of her. "You're pissing me off Bri." She unbuttoned my pants ignoring me. "Who was that girl?" I asked slipping out of my shoes so that she could remove the painted on jeans I wore. She slipped them off slowly spinning me around so she could gaze at my  ass, at one time she couldn't keep her hands to her self. "Baby, I asked you a question." "Something that's not important. She answered. "Take these off." she said pulling on the lace of my pink thong. "Do it slow." She said rubbing her hands on my cheeks. I did what I was told and slipped out of my panties. "Turn around, face me." She said. I turned around to face her and she looked at me like I had two heads. "What?" I asked.

"Why are you crying?" She asked. I hadn't even realized that I was. She pulled me by my hands to straddle her lap. "Chyna that girl didn't mean shit to me, She was just something to do."  She told me wiping the tears from my eyes. "You still love me?" "I'll always love you Chy. She said softly pressing her lips against mine. I missed her lips. "Can you just hold me Bri?" I asked and she shook her head yes. I climbed out of her lap and laid on the bed, She laid next to me pulling me close to her.

Brianna

I woke up to knocks on the door. Chyna was still sleeping in my arms. I sighed heading downstairs to see who was there. I peeped out the small glass and opened the door. "Hey Mike." "Chy here?" "Yea, she's upstairs asleep." He scoffed, "you fucked her?" He asked. I scrunched up my face at him. "No, she wanted to be held, what's your problem?" I asked. He never acted like this before "Chyna get your ass down here now!" He yelled. "Bro, she's sleeping, what's your problem." "Fuck you Brianna, you can't have every fucking body." "Nigga are you jealous of me? Why are you so mad?"  He face was so red right now. "I can't believe your ass is jealous cause a Bitch get more pussy then you, Bitch ass Nigga!" "Shut the fuck up Brianna, before I close your mouth for you." I laughed. This Nigga is out of his fucking mind. "Fuck you." I mumbled under my breath but he must have heard me cause his hand was coming across my face. I looked up at him, not knowing when this Micheal came into existence. "Stay away from my girl, you hear me." I laughed at him, the slap hurt, but his face is gonna be feeling way worst once I tell Chris what just happend.

"Oh you're lucky I'm not a guy or I would be kicking your ass right now." I said just as Chyna came down the stairs. "Get your ass in the car Chyna." he growled and she looked at me with sad eyes. "See you later baby girl, I'll call you." I said just being petty. "No you won't." Micheal yelled taking her phone and smashing it against the hard wood floors of my living room. I shook my head at him. "You really gonna be this petty, cause you were not acting like this when you had me bent over my kitchen table when I first got here." He looked at me, his eyes were angry but a creepy ass smile crept up on his face. "Thank you for that, but it's not my fault you a hoe." he said. Nobody ever called me a hoe before.