Love And Betrayal

Chapter 18

Stephen P.O.V.

Walking in the house I was in shock laying on my living room was Ayesha holding a steak knife in her right hand cover in Klay blood. Looking up at me her eyes was red I guess from crying...

Ayesha: This is all your fault!

Stephen: My fault?! I not the one who cover in blood!

Ayesha: If you would have mind your fucking business this would have never happened! But you to stick your nose into it! We was fucking happy! I was happy for once! You think it easily being marry to a gay man! Always have to pretend everything is fine! That we happy! New Flash Wardell It ain't! I had to kill him! And you want to know why?! 

Stephen: NO not really

Ayesha: He felt guilty for having sex with me cause of you! If you have never said shit thay day with your gay ass we would be together! He would still be alive! I would still be happy! But no you have to mess it up!

I was lost for words I didn't know what to say or to do standing there I watch as the tears from Ayesha flow down her faces for once I did feel bad for her and I tell she was hurting not physical but emotional to...moving closer to her I look over to Klay and saw he had several stab mark mostly in his chest area...looking back at Ayesha she slowly stood up she swing the knife dodging it she tackle me to ground grabbing her arm I knock the knife away from her and getting on top of him I try to talk some reason into her but it was useless balling up fist I punch her out cold..standing up I look around..Great I had a knock out crazy bitch and a dead body my day keep getting better and better how am I going to explain this to the cop? Fuck that once the media hear about this going to be all up my ass asking questions they will be more focus on this then my basketball games..this is going to get more attention then everything else..while I guess beside from the sextape that Odell going to be releasing.

Walking into the living I sat down on the love seat and star thinking of should I call the cops or try to hide it...taking out my phone I debut if should call Chris for help..what am I saying he going to freak the fuck up hell he even might call the cops himself and that the last thing I need it for people to questions why was Chris Brown over here with me..taking a deep breath I decided just to call the cops...Fuck you Ayesha I hope your ass rot in prison.

Chris P.O.V.

Checking my phone is was past 2 in the morning and I haven't from Stephen since this morning when he told he was on his way to break up with his boyfriend and he have yet to call me back now I getting worried what if he boyfriend didn't take it well? What if he kidnap him or worst? Fuck I scream. Flopping on the bed I again call Stephen only to be sent straight to voicemail..throwing the phone across the room in frustration..going down steps to the kitchen I grab a Chocolate fudge bar..unwrapping  I grab a seat at the kitchen table and start eating it. 

Hearing the front door I jump up and ran to the door seeing Stephen walk in with a hood over his head  I ran to him and hug him like he was a giant teddy bear I miss you so much baby..where was you?  Breaking away from my hug he removing his hood I saw a black eye and burst lips.

Chris: What happened to your face?

Stephen: I fell some downstairs 

Chris: Stop lying..

Stephen: I not

Chris: You can't get a black eye from falling down some steps

Stephen: Fine! I got into a fight with Odell and got my ass kick ok! God..