"We just finished and you want to get an extra sneak peek? Gotdamn" he said amused. I felt my cheeks grow red.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, but look, I have to go on tour tommorow. I don't know what you want to do, do you want to stay here?"
"Can I? I would keep your house clean and I wouldn't have any company. But I have to go to work and my school starts up again in a week. Do you have someone or a car that can get me there?"
"Yeah." He nods and lays back. I sit and start thinking I need to get my stuff from Xavier.
"Can you do me a favor?" I bit my lip
"What?"
"Can you drive me home and bring me back?" He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Why the hell would you go back there?"
" I don't want to be scared of him and give him power over me,again." I continue."I also need my clothes."
"Right, okay." He scratches his head. I think he does that when he's nervous. It's cute though. He grabs his keys and looks at me. He's doubting something. But I can't worry about him right now. I put on a pair of his shorts he put out for me. I was in pajamas but who cares. We left and went to my home.
After about 10 minutes we were there. He looked at me and started to open the door. I stopped him before he could.
"I don't want you to come in." I say plainly.
"What do you mean, he's obviously very dangerous! He could hurt you again, and possibly kill you. So I'm going in there and protecting you whether you like it or not."
"No your not. I swear if you do I will hate you with all my fucking heart. I swear just trust me he won't kill me." I exit the car and turn toward him to see if he was getting out. He was. "Bryson!" I whisper/scream. He surrendered and closed the door. I approach the door and unlock it. I look around in the house. It's quiet, like it's empty. I walk down the hall into my room. I rush and find multiple plastic bags and stuff clothes into them until I had about 6 medium bags full of clothes. I turned toward the door and saw him standing there with a knife. This is really starting to seem like a scary movie. I drop a bag and back up until I hit a wall. He approached me. He was inches from my face. He looked at me with anger. He raised the knife and dropped it to the floor, purposely. I looked confused. When suddenly his anger drifted away and all you see was his deep despair and sadness. He started crying. He dropped on the bed and placed his head in his palms. He starred sobbing. This guy has lost his mind not even he's lost his sanity. He needs help. I sit next to him slowly.
"Are you- what's wrong?" I ask.
"I have nothing, I've lost everything. I'm going crazy. I love you but I just almost killed you. I've already hurt you. While you've been gone I've been trying to figure out what's been happening to me." He said his eyes now red.
"Well where does all your anger come from?"
"My dad used to cheat on my mom, and he used to beat her. He was beyond crazy. He would light his cigarette and put it out on her face. He would beat her until she was unconscious. But she stayed because she loved him." He said with a smirk.
"I'm sorry you had to experience that but you can't let that shape you and your life." He looked at me and laughed.
"You remind me of her. My mom stayed with that man even though he hit her because she loved him. He killed her but she probably is in heaven and forgave him. You are just like my mom. You love me right?" He smiled.
"I- I love you as a person but not as anything more. I'm sorry." I hesitated, but I wasn't gonna lie. He was violent again. He stood up and punched the wall.
"Who is it?" He looked at me.
"Who is who?"
"Who do you love now, Teyana! Don't act stupid!" He yelled and balled up his fist.
"There's nobody!" I thought about the guy who brought me here. But me and Bryson are just friends... Well a friend I happened to have sex with. I heard a creak at the door frame. Me and Xavior looked at the door. And there stood an impatient worried stupid guy named Bryson.
"Let's go." Bryson spoke.
"This nigga! The singer?" He laughed. "He ain't shit! You'll never get better than me Teyana! Your worthless, you ain't got shit but me." He yelled at me and I believed him. I don't know why but I do.
"Teyana, let's go." Bryson repeated. I picked up my bag and left. As soon as I got outside I yelled at Bryson.
"I told you to stay in the fucking car! You don't listen." As I yelled tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I got in the car.
"You were in there for more than 30 minutes. I'm sorry I got worried about your fucking safety. Remind me not to do it again, and next time don't bother to call me with your fucking problems!" He yelled.
He was the only one there was. I didn't want to call anyone else I didn't want to call anyone else either.
