It's Complicated

CHAPTER 24

kannon POV

My room was cold, dark, and silent, I laid at the edge of my bed snuggled up in a mink fur. My head rested on a damp pillow, the pillow which was damp due to my countless hours of crying during the past few days still reeked of Kamal. My nightstand, which held my cell phone that I haven't touched in two days also held Kamal's favorite chain.

A tear fell as all the blessed memories filled my head. All the times we laughed, sang, and even fucked each other's brains out were so vivid in my mind. I slowly slid my arm out of the mink fur, suddenly all the good and happy moments with Kamal
Faded, the terrible and sad moments surfaced.

Due to Kamal's intense grabbing my arm had a black and blue ring wrapped around it, the bruising was sore and very much so painful. I couldn't move my weak arm because I haven't eaten in two days.

I really haven't had much contact with anything except my bed in two days. I haven't talked to anyone, I haven't really
Moved Except for when I crawled to the nightstand and turned my phone off, as many of my friends and family members feared for my well being.

Yes, Kylie and Sham, and many of my other friends have popped up to see what's wrong and if I'm ok, they explain to me it's a simple breakup nothing more.

They're wrong, it's not a simple breakup. It's the parting with my best friend, my man, my dick supply, my lover, my world. It's not a simple breakup. This fight has to be the worst, the level of disrespect and lack of care Kamal showed me was horrific.

No one should treat Someone they "love" like that...

Just three days ago, I felt like me and Kamal were stronger than ever. Kamal was showing his affection for me like he never had, telling me he's done with his illegal activities, for me!

12 hours later, two days ago, after we've had some of the best and most passionate sex ever, he broke my heart. Ripped it and spit on it, made me feel like I meant nothing to him. He made me feel like I was nothing.

The way he through my phone, the way he told me he didn't want the breakfast I woke up early and cooked him. The way he grabbed my arm. The way he slammed me into my car and the way he punched out my window....

Kamal treated me ways I never would expect to be treated by anyone, much less my own boyfriend, the person who's supposed to love and protect me, not hurt me and make me feel like mere trash.

As I retested my head on my pillow drowning In my own sorrow, In walks my mother. She's been coming into my room every hour or so. She suspects it's Kamal drama but doesn't know exactly what took place.

"KANNON GET UP!" My mom yells
"Your father is here, he's back from his trip" she says.

I slant my eyes and use my hand as a sense of cover as my mom opens the blinds in my room making me cringe. I sat up in my bed, I could feel how rough I looked.

"Go get cleaned up we are going out" my mom demands, walking out my room slamming the door.

I ease my way out of my bed and make my way to my bathroom. As I'm walking to my bathroom I see Some of Kamal's clothes in my closet, and some of his shoes.

I look at my closet door and the flashback of me laying on the ground and a furious Kamal hovering over me after breaking my closet door.