Trap$oul | Bryson Tiller Story

Chapter 21 ♕

♕ Chapter 21 ♕

♕ Anastasia

Bryson thought it would be a good idea to talk to Jennifer together since he knows her better. I also think it's a good idea because things could get out of control.

"Jennifer, we have to talk to you." Bryson stated as I sat on the couch next to him.

Jennifer sat up and nodded her head.

"We want you to go to rehab." He said right off the bat.

Jennifer shook her head rapidly.

"No, I don't want to." She replied back.

"You have to get better, Jennifer. You can't stay like this and it's hurting Harley." I told her.

"I'm not fucking going to that place." She snapped making me look at Bryson.

He looked at me too and sighed.

"Look if you don't want to help yourself then why should we help you?" Bryson asked her.

"Why can't you just accept that I don't want to go to rehab?" She questioned him.

"Because it doesn't make any sense! Do you not want to help yourself? Do you like walking around like this because I fucking hate it.  It hurts me to see someone I use to love so much turn into this person I hate so much." Bryson said sternly.

A few tears fell out of Jennifer's eyes.

"Bryson, I'm sorry but I can't go to that place and pretend like it's gonna fix me." She replied back before walking away.

She grabbed her jacket before leaving out of the house.

Bryson sighed before kicking my table.

"Boy...." I stated glaring at him.

"I'm sorry, she just makes me so mad." Bryson said rubbing his head.

"Don't take it out on my table." I joked wrapping my arm around his stomach.

The kids are over Jill's house so for once it's only me and Bryson.

Bryson got on top of me and basically squashed me with his body.

"Bryson, get off of me." I giggled trying to push him off of me.

"No." He said poking his lips out for a kiss.

I shook my head.

"Nope, get off of me." I said to him shaking my head.

"Oh so you ain't giving me my kiss now huh?" He asked playfully taking my lips in his and biting it.

"Ugh stop it peanut head." I said grabbing his hair.

"Who you calling a peanut head?" He asked pecking my lips.

"I'm calling you a peanut head." I replied back to him and this time I wrapped my legs around his waist.

My hands didn't leave the back of his head as his lips worked their magic on mine. He's a very good kisser.

I help lift Bryson's shirt over his head.

Right when we started back kissing we heard a knock on the door.

Bryson just ignored the door completely and continued to make out with me. After a minute or two of the knocking continuing I just pushed him back.

"Damn. I'm never getting any ass man." Bryson said making me laugh.

I got off of the couch and headed towards the door.