"Finally finished." I say putting a little more makeup around my eye.
I grabbed my camo jacket and ran out the house.
"Hey Chris." I said limping over to him but not really trying to limp.
"Hey, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He says looking at me up and down.
"Nothing." I said putting my sun glasses on.
"Hmm. Hug?" He ask
"No, Chris no fucking no!" I yell as he came closer and then hugged me tightly.
I fell over and started crying.
"I knew it. I knew that nigga is fucking beating you." He said hitting his car.
"No Chris, it's my fault he's doing this." I said in a hurry putting my hands on his chest.
"Nah, the nigga wanna beat a female. Why don't he beat somebody his own size." Chris said running towards the house.
"Chris, he's crazy! Don't do it!" I yelled after him pulling on his shirt.
"Im crazy too." He said while swinging the door open.
"Chrissss." I whispered.
"Get in the car, I'll get your things." He says.
I listened because Chris is not one to fuck around with. When he says something he really means it .
I walked toward his Bentley Truck and got in looking out through the window.
CHRIS P.O.V -----
"Aye nigga! Aye!" I yell through the house. I look in all the rooms and i couldn't find the son of a bitch.
Suddenly, I heard glass break on the floor. "Shit." I whispered while jumping a little bit.
It came from downstairs. I tip toe down the steps watching every corner because who knows when that nigga is gonna pop up.
I get to the last step and I hear murmuring and glass breaking.
"The kitchen? I just went there." I say to myself.
I walk closer to the kitchen door creeping. Not knowing what the fuck was going to meet me at the door.
When I open the door I see Tyga holding a bottle in one hand and a knife in the other. Was he drunk?
I walked over to him slowly.
"Yo, Ty. Hey it's Chris." I say.
"S-S-S-Taaayy away from m-m-ee fucker." He said waving the knife around in my direction.
"Woah, easy bro." I said.
"I SAID BACK THE FUCK UP!" He yelled throwing the bottle towards me but misses and hits the wall instead.
"I'm not scared of you." I say walking towards him still.
"M-m-move motha fuck-uk-Er!" He yelled now holding the knife up to his own neck.
"Your crazy." I say.
"You--." He drops the knife.
We both stare at it for a minute then dive in. I mushed his damn drunk ass head to the floor and got the knife.
"Now mother fucker. Since I'm feeling nice today Imma call 911 for your ass but when your all better Imma beat your ass." I said.
Before walking upstairs to get the bag I hear sirens. "Well buddy, guess we don't need to call anymore." I say looking over the railing at him.
I ran upstairs and grabbed the bag.
When I walk outside there are officers standing outside armed and ready.
"He's in there uncle Tommy." I say while pointing behind me.
Oh, did I mention I know the whole squad.
I got in my Bentley Truck and saw Malaysia crying with her head down.
"Hey." I said.
She suddenly looks up and I smile spreads across her face. "Chris!" She yells while hugging me.
My heart starts beating fast. Wait what the fuck? This can't be happening.
TO BE CONTINUED............
