My Drug.

Chapter 4

I woke up early and decided  to make breakfast for Cj. I Unwrapped his arms from around me and made my way  towards the kitchen.

Washing my hands and drying them off, I gathered all the ingredients I needed. 30 minutes later I was done and walking upstairs to the bedroom I to see Cj his phone.

"Goodmornining Bae,"I smiled.

"You cooked?" He asked quickly sitting up and forget about his phone.

I laughed and sat his plate down in front of him, and sat his orange juice on the night stand.As soon as his plate hit the bed, He smashed on his bacon, eggs, biscuits, grits and hash browns that I made. Yeah, I can cook I throw down in the kitchen.

"Is It Good ?" I asked as he stuffed a biscuit in his mouth.

He nodded, and I watched as he ate , His jaw line clenched together, making him look even sexier. "I'm going to go take a shower," I announced as I found some clothes.

I bring extra clothes from my apartment just in case I do decide to come over, so I basically had two hampers over here.

"Why you not eating?" He asked after downing his orange

juice.

"I will after I'm down showering." I walked to the bathroom and undressed, I admired my small frame that reflected off the body mirror that hung on a wall in the bathroom.

I stood around 5'6-5'7, 135 pounds I was thick in the right places. I had a nice plumped ass, my waist was slim and my belly was flat. I always hated my dark color. People didn't consider me as chocolate, I was always DARK chocolate.

When I was younger I always was teased because of my color  and I hated that shit. It always caused fights and I wasn't the fighting type, but no people always wanted to fuck with me.

Every girl here in Brick City, New York hated me!

First, They didn't think I deserved Cj. One,  because I didn't always fit in.  I wasn't as popular with looks, but my body gain more attention then me. The girls didn't like my color always called me black bitch;  which leaded to more fights.

Cj always told me I was beautiful, and he made sure I knew I was beautiful til the point that I started believing I was. I had jet black hair that stopped right at my shoulders. Almond shaped eyes, the color of burnt wood, full lips,  smooth skin,  and high cheek bones that went great with the rest of my features.

I loved myself and I didn't give a fuck who didn't.

I turned my water on and stepped in letting the warm water run down my back and neck it felt good. I grabbed my towel and soap and began to scrub away. In the middle of my shower, I heard Cj yelling.

When Cj gets mad, he go beyond crazy. Fareal One time he even trashed the whole house because somebody stole from his trap house. That same night he came home with blood all over him I washed him up and we never talked about it. I cried when I first seen him with blood all over him, thought it was his blood but It wasn't.  I washed him up and it was never brought up again.

Ending my shower I wrapped the towel around me and went into the guess room Cj was still yelling on the phone  and I heard glass break.

He was telling some nigga to catch somebody, and that he'll handle him. Now Cj may have been young, but my baby was way far from dumb. His name hold weight.

Mostly because of his father; Clyde Wright.

Clyde was a true thug, A true Gangster, A true nigga. One of the realist. He was feared around the hood, and EVERYBODY , and they mama knew him  and they new he didn't play.

Respect. Money. Power. He had it all And He was never a coward. Nigga's vowed they life to him, he retired now and passed the thrown down to Cj and His big Brother Trey, But I really don't know Trey , but I heard in the streets that that nigga was violent ass hell and didn't give a fuck about anybody but himself and his little brother Cj. I applied lotion to my body , and put on my outfit , which was All black shorts that showed off my dark thighs , A purple tank top with spaghetti straps , And a pair of black and purple Jordan's. I Pulled My Hair into a loose bun and went into the room with Cj.

"Are You Okay ? " , I Asked as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his bare back. He Unhooked my arms from his waist and pushed me back. I Glared at him , And He looked at me , With a look that dared me to say anything. I hated when he gets this way when he's pissed , He Pushes me away , Like I'm the Muthafucka that pissed him off. I Let it go though , and went to go pick up the glass vase he had broken earlier. "Where You think you wearing that at ? " , He Asked me. I was just finishing picking up the last of the glass. " Tasha's " , I Said " Is There a problem with me wearing this ? " 

"Yeah , Its Is , Them Shorts to small , You ain't wearing them " 

I Looked at at him , I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.  

I went to the dresser and grabbed some longer shorts. On my attempt to walk out , he grabbed my wrist , and pulled me close to him. " Look Im Sorry , iightt? , I'm Just Irritated right now , You can keep em on , just don't fuck around and get cho ass beat , You hear me ? " He said seriously. I Nodded my head , and Looked away from him , he grabbed my chin , and placed his soft lips on mines. I Couldn't resist , I kissed him back , and hugged him.