Behind Closed Doors

Intro./Prologue

If you think that life is all just rainbows and sunshine, then you must have lost yo gotdamn mind. My name is Kaylee Watson. I'm 21 years old, I live in Atlanta, GA., and I am in a bipolar relationship with my boyfriend, Chris. Chris and I share something very, what I would say, peculiar.

It's like, one minute we would tell each other that we deeply love each other, then the next minute we're arguing over pointless things. But the craziest part is...... I don't want to leave because I love it. Crazy, huh?

"Kay, where the remote to the TV?" I heard Chris ask me as I washed the dishes in the dark kitchen, due to the unpaid light bill. I'm surprised we still have water, electricity, and gas; but I wouldn't want to jinx it.

I sighed. "I don't know, Chris." I was too tired to argue because I could hear Chris getting ready to argue with me.

"See, that's our problem right there! You never know shit, Kay!" Chris argued as he stomped into the kitchen.

"Chris, I don't feel like arguing with you tonight." I sighed.

"Nah, fuck that! I'm tired of your childish ways! Shit's gotta change!"

I got very angry as I smashed a glass plate on the groumd while turning around. "I'm the childish one?! Chris, you're the one sitting here arguing with me over a fucking television remote! You act as if it's gonna grow some fucking legs and run away! Now, leave me the hell alone, Chris! I'm not fucking playing!"

I tried to turn back around to finish cleaning, only to be snatched and turned back around violently and forcefully. "Don't you fucking turn yo' back on me, Kaylee!"

I started to hit his arms and chest as I pushed him away. "Let. Me. Go. Chris!" I said with every hit.

"No, damn it! You ain't going nowhere!"

"Stop it!" I yelled. Suddenly, he just dropped me, due to his uncontrollable anger.

I fell to the ground crying. Once he came back to reality, he sat down on the ground beside me.

"Kay, I'm s---"

"I'm fucking sick and tired of this! When am I gonna ever be happy, Chris?! I need a break from this." I cried.

Chris clenched his jaw. "Kaylee, look." He turned my face towards him and I looked in his beautiful brown eyes with my running mascara eyes. "I don't know what our problem is, but I'm sure we're able to fix it."

I scoffed. "Chris, you dropped me over a damn TV remote. You should have tried to at least find it before coming at me." I angrily said.

He locked our fingers together. "I know, and I'm really sorry. I gotta start thinking before acting."

"Promise me things will get better, Chris. Please." He pulled me onto his lap.

He kissed me. "I promise."

I kissed him and he kissed me back. I began to straddle him as he started to kiss from my lips to my chest. I began to rub from his shoulders to his wandering arms. The next thing I knew, Chris had my arms above my head on our bed as he penetrated in and out of me.

"Mm, Chris..." I moaned out as I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him lower enough to kiss me. We shared a passionate kiss as he began to slow his pace.

Whenever Chris and I have make-up sex, it seems as if we're so bipolar in our relationships because one minute we're down each others' throats, then the next we're going at it like jackrabbits.

After 3 more amazing rounds, we finally stopped and ended with me collapsing on top of him. "Oh my God. That was intense." I chuckled.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I'm sorry that I'm always trying to start arguments. I guess I'm always dealing with personal issues and I somehow like to take them out on you. I'm sorry, Kay."

I ran my fingers through my short, curly haircut. "Well, next time, don't fucking push me or drop me or some shit. You know I hate when you put your hands on me."

His embrace on my waist tightened as he moved closer to me. "I know, and I'm sorry, ma."

I laid my head on his shoulder. "I forgive you. Just don't do it again."

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I woke up to the sound of a vibrating sound on the bed. Chris wasn't in the bed, and I heard the shower running, indicating that he was in the shower.

I found his phone, and the name "Dominique" was across the screen. It was a text message, so I decided to read it.

👯💦Dominique💃🍆:

Hey sexy I hope that you had fun the other night, and I'm looking forward to doing it again tonight. Im missing you 😘

I locked the phone and placed it back to where it was as I stared at it. Chris came back into the room with his towel hanging dangerouly low off of his waist.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" He asked me as he grabbed a pair of red plaid boxers and slipped them on underneath the towel.

"Um, nothing. It's nothing." I got up from the bed as I put on my robe and tied it. I walked past Chris and stopped in my tracks before turning around.

"Oh." I said, getting his attention again. "Tell Dominique I said 'hello'." I walked into the bathroom before slamming the door shut.

"Kaylee, I swear I ain't fuck her!" He yelled from the other side of the door a couple minutes later as I leaned against it. The tears silently streamed down my face as I didn't even respond to him. "Kay, I promise I didn't."

"Then what did y'all do that has her 'missing you', Chris?!" I yelled back. "The bitch specifically said that she hoped that you had fun, and she was missing you! If you didn't fuck, then what exactly did y'all do?!"

"We was at the club and she was interested in me, but I said no. She put her number in my phone anyway, but I didn't know that she put her name like that. I swear, Kay."

After a moment, I opened the door and looked him in his eyes to see if he was telling the truth. He was, but there was something else that he wasn't telling me.

"I'll believe you if you tell me what else happened. I can tell whether you're hiding something or not, Chris. We've been together for 6 years."

He clenched his jaw as he looked away from me. "She kissed me, but I didn't kiss her back. I swear." Once again, I could see that he was telling truth.

My bitchy instinct was telling me that I should be petty, but my sensitive side told me to forgive him and warn him. Almost as always, my sensitive side won.

"Alright. Next time, tell me if something like this happens instead of keeping it a secret. That's how you earn my trust, if we communicate and tell each other everything."

He pulled me into a hug. "I'm sorry, ma."

"It's fine. And I'm sorry for not believing you."

"It's okay. I know that I fuck up a lot, but I'm trying."

"Okay. Now let me go take a shower. We can talk more later."

"Aight." He let me go as I went back into the bathroom and closed the door. I sighed as I turned on the shower and took my robe off before getting in.

Welcome to the life of Kaylee and Chris.

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-___QueenBee___