Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke- Seventeen

Smøke | Seventeen

Levianna Stevenson.

The pain was utterly unbearable, to even put in words and cry out in horrifying pain. Arguing all day, hormones shooting rapidly left and right, and smoking wasn't what I needed to release stress from off of me. I made the daring choice to however flush his shit down the toilet, so that he can't smoke and neither can I.

Irritatedly I find myself out of the few sheets I did hold onto and head to the bathroom. Stepping inside, the tub is filled with warm water and bubbles, rose petals frolicking the black tile and Chris sitting on the closed toilet top with his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry. For ever putting you through something I shouldn't do. You deserve alot more than what I provide you with. So let me care for you today, I just wanna make it up." His hoarse voice speaks and he stands removing my night clothes. Examining my nudeness. "Want me to wash you?"

This was all out of the ordinary, I'm in awe and can't even reply. He did this for me? It's too early in the year for a April Fools.

"S-sure." I say and he gently wraps his arms around my waist bringing me into a hug, his lips kiss my cheek and he whispers 'I love you'. Then I freeze, we haven't said 'I love you' to each other in lord knows how long. Do I say it back? Does he know I tossed out his weed?

Suddenly in the pit of my stomach, I hurl over and throw up right into the bathtub, Chris groans after he realizes what's happening.

"Damn, what you want me to do babe?" He says rubbing the nape of his neck as I crawl to the toilet and life the seat to continue throwing up. "Need some chocolate, or maybe some ice?"

"No nigga!" I shout and whine as my throat feels sore. Morning sickness was not what I needed at the moment.

"Uh, okay. Well let's think of memories we had... Maybe you'll feel better. Remember that one time I beat the shit out of you on your birthday babe?"

Hell is wrong with him? I can't take him serious, honestly. "This isn't funny Chris." I hung my head over the toilet seat and proceeded to throw up.

"I didn't laugh." He smirks, but all I can think about right now is throwing up over and over again. There was no comfort from him, bastard.

"If you aren't going to show me love, why are you even trying to do this little game of 'I'm sorry' with a bunch of phony rose petals and a bath? Huh? I cannot stand you, don't even know why I'm with you." I blurt and wipe my mouth, gaining balance I find myself towards the bathroom door but his grip on my arm swings me around and he presses roughly against me on the wall.

"Who you talking to Levi?" My throat feels the pressure from his palm wrapping around it, he keeps holding me until I close my eyes and begin to cry. "I said, who you talking to? Think you all tough, you in my house, and under my goddamn roof-"

"Daddy stop!" Nomi screams suddenly, his hand drops from my neck and he breaks out in a sweat as I catch my breath. Heavily, I glare at him as he stares me up and down.

"Levi, I swear I didn't mean it..."

"Come on Nomi, let's get ready." I say unsteadily and hold her hand leaving the bathroom. The other kids stand in the doorway who seemed to be eavesdropping run off towards their rooms. It stays silent as I find an outfit for Nomi and Seryah.

"Are you okay Ms. Levi?" Ryah asks holding her pooh bear to her chest, Nomi wipes the corner of her eyes and clears her tiny throat.

"Why was he hurting you mommy?" Nomi asks.