My eye's started to water, as I kept taking deep breaths.
"Cj, what happened ?" I asked, referring to the blood that covered his entire body. He was pissed but calm, like this wasn't a big deal. Tears cascade down my dark cheeks, I threw the covers off of me and walked over to him. He was calm, way to calm, that shit freaked me out.
"Clyde please," I begged "What happened ?"
Grabbing his arm I led him to the bed and sat him down. I stood between his legs and reached for his blood covered shirt. As I pulled his shirt over his head he rubbed my thigh and mumbled something.
"Cj, talk to me ?"
"Kyla I'm cool, I'm sorry," He said pulling me closer to him as I threw his shirt on the floor. He kissed my stomach, and I felt his hands lightly squeeze my plump ass. I looked down at his face, blood covered his cheek, and when he kissed my stomach some got on me.
"Why you saying you sorry ?" I asked pulling his roaming hands from my ass.
"I hit you, I'm so sorry.You have no idea how bad I feel," He said looking into my eye's. I nodded and said it was alright. He disagreed.
"I shouldn't have did that, I love you Hershey." He said calling me by a nickname he gave me, although I hated it I loved it.
"Ima go run ya bath water, and I love you too." I said getting up and walking into the bathroom. I ran straight hot water and a little cold. Cj always told me hot water helps get the blood off better. When the water filled the tub I got up and went to go get Cj. I grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom, I stripped him and put him in the tub.
"Shit ..."He hissed. I know it was hot, but hell don't come back with blood all over you . I grabbed a towel and scrubbed away the dried up blood as he threw his head back. He sighed deeply.
"Can you tell me what happened Cj ?" I asked rinsing him off and applying more soap to the towel and began scrubbing his arms and back.
"Who was that nigga ghat was all over you ?" He asked avoiding my question. I looked at him, and when he looked at me I avoided his gaze.
"You won't get mad, will you ?" I asked pushing him forward so I can scrub his back.
"Naw, tell me." He said leaning forward. As I scrubbed, I told him about Chance, and that we knew each other from around the way, and that I let him give me head only once and that Chance was the first person to ever do that, and that it was nothing else.
"But it was all before I met you Cj, promise." I said Tapping his arm so that he can stand up so that I can wash the rest of him. After a few more washes, I rinsed him off and let his water out. I went to go get a big towel and when I came back he finally said something.
"Before me right ?" He asked looking at me.
I nodded. He grabbed the big towel and dried off. We went into the bedroom . "Now, can you tell me what happened ?" I said getting a fresh pair of boxers and a wife beater.
"He came by the trap house, wanted to see me , Pulled a gun out on me but before he can do that , I popped him " He said Simply , like he really didn't give a fuck , and he probably didn't.
"So , You killed him ?" I asked handing him his clothes. He nodded. I shook my head. He looked at me confused.
"What the fuck you shaking yo head for ?" He asked me.
"You killed him Cj."
"So ?"
I sighed deeply , And went to sit on the bed. " Nothing." I said , I really wasn't even trying to argue with him , cause if he slapped me again we Was gonna have serious problems.
" Naw , speak ya mind Hershey , You still got feelings for him ? " He asked , his voice rising.
"No , It's just crazy all of it the killing , the beating. Its to much. All of this could've been avoided."
"Yeah avoided if you wasn't being fast and letting the nigga all over you." He said glaring at me.
"WHATEVER , and it ain't like I asked the nigga to be all over me , and you know what im talkin bout You didn't have to kill him Cj !" I Said with as much bass as I could manage.
" Don't get loud with me and plus the bitch ass Nigga pulled his piece out on me and you coming at Me with this bull shit ! " he yelled walking over to me. I shook my head and sighed.
"Just forget about it Cj ,okay it's over " I said giving up. I just wanted to go to sleep , now that he as here I could get some. I reached for his arm but he walked away before I could. I stood up and followed him. I reached for him again and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his chest.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. I did alot of whispering , and I didn't know why.
"I Am too. " He said kissing my forehead.
It was always did this...
We Argue.
We Fight.
We Kiss.
We Make up.
We had a good bond , and I always wondered why he choose me , out of a million other girls that looked way better than me. And sometimes I didn't care , I was just glad that I had somebody that loves me , and I loved him too.
"Let's go to bed." He said after five minutes of us just standing and embracing each other. I nodded and let him go and walked to my side and laid down. When he laid down , he pulled me close to him and ran his fingers Through my hair , I smiled and stretched my neck to kiss him. I licked his bottom lip and he bit into my lip , I moaned and pulled back. He chuckled.
"We ain't finished what we started remember ?" He asked.
I laughed lightly wrapping my arms around his waist and lifting his beater up so that I can rub his tatted up bare back.
"Yeah I Know. " I said ad yarned. Getting comfortable I nuzzled against him and drifted off to sleep. I heard his breathing balance out and I joined him in sleep :)
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FanfictionKyla Jones, 16 is going through some thing's. With her father and crack head mother dead , She just becomes lost. Problems with her boyfriend Clyde a.k.a Cj pushes her to leave. She meets a new guy, Derrick and it comes to the point that she might...