Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 2

Kaylee POV

"You've been gone all fucking day, Chris! You don't have a job, and if you do, I know you don't work for 16 hours!" I argued.

"Kay, just shut up! I'm here, that's all that matters!" Chris rubbed his face as he sat on the couch.

"No, I'm tired of this shit! You keep cheating on me, and you think it's okay, but it's not! When I came home from work the other day, I found a condom wrapper on the floor!"

"Maybe because we have sex!"

"YOU NEVER USE A CONDOM WITH ME, CHRIS! I'm not fucking stupid! You think you're the only nigga I've ever been with throughout my life?!"

"KAY, I REALLY DON'T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR THIS SHIT TONIGHT! I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME IF YOU PISSED OFF AT ME 24/7?!"

"THE SHIT THAT YOU DO IS THE REASON WHY! YOU THINK THAT CHEATING ON ME WHILE I'M MAD IS GOING TO HELP US?! SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHRIS! YOU AIN'T SHIT!"

"Ok, I ain't shit, right?" He got up and walked over to me.

"That's what the fuck I said!" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Okay, but you the one who always going through my phone and shit!"

"What the hell do you expect?! I can't fucking trust you!"

"You think I can't trust you neither?!"

"I'm not the one that's cheating!" I poked his chest with my finger with each word.

"Don't fucking poke me, Kaylee!"

"Or what?! You gone run to one of your little hoes?!"

"How I don't know you ain't throwing it back for other niggas?!" I slapped him.

"FUCK YOU, CHRIS!" I yelled as tears filled my eyes. "IF YOU THINK THAT I'M A HOE, THEN WHAT DOES THAT MAKE YOU?! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN STILL WITH ME?! YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT!"

I shoved him. "I hope you catch something fucking with these bitches!"

He grabbed my wrists roughly as he snatched me close to him. "Shut the fuck up, Kaylee! You think you can sit here and tell me some shit like that?! If I fucking cheat on you, I would tell you!"

I fought him away from me. "Get off of me, Chris! You ain't shit!" I kept punching him and he kept trying to make me stop. Then, I accidentally punched the hell out of him in his eye, and he screamed out as he held his bruising eye. But I didn't show sympathy, I just showed anger.

"You fucking deserved that!" I tried to walk away, but he snatched me back and tripped me onto the ground before pinning my hands on the ground above my head. I kept squirming to get away from him.

"Get the fuck off of me, Chris! I hate you!" The angry, hot tears fell down my face. Suddenly, I felt a stinging sensation go across my cheek. This nigga just fucking slapped me.

I started punching him again, and the next thing I knew, we got into a full-fledged fistfight. "I HATE YOU, CHRIS! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Ironically, I was the one on top of him.

I went into the bathroom and ran the cold water shower as I felt the tears coming even harder. Then I felt myself get lifted up, so I started fighting back. I kept squirming and kicking the air to get away from him, resulting us to fall into the bathtub.

I fell on Chris as hit my head on the wall, and he hurt his back. "Oh my God, Chris, are y----"

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, KAYLEE! FUCK!" He screamed in pain as he sat up after I scooted off of him and sat on the other end of the tub as I watched him rub his back with pain written all over his face.