Chapter Twenty One

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Christopher's closet in media...

Christopher's closet in media

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Katelyn Pov

I just hope August and Tyga don't try anything... Not in my house they won't.

Christopher grabs a hold of my hand a little tighter... Oh, my baby...

"So, no one else is going to say anything?"

Tyga shrugs, August looks at everyone but Christopher and I. Trey, he's so focused on his food.

"I know y'all hear me."

Still getting no response, Christopher shifts his weight while looking down at our hands.

"I don't know why y'all even came when all y'all was gon do was sit here and disrespect me in my own damn house."

"Tell us how we disrespecting you?"

Tyga says, pushing his lips out.

"By ignoring me, and not even bothering to acknowledge Christopher here. I have your guests the respect they deserve by giving a greeting, but no. You can't even find him a head nod. You know what? I'm not about to get worked up over y'all. Tyga, August, Trey? Get out. I'm not about to be disrespected in my own home by someone who isn't helping pay my rent. Oh, and Trey?.. I thought better of you.. You're my best friend, but you're starting to turn into an enemy."

I shake my head, disappointed while leading Christopher into the kitchen. As I begin to make both of our plates, I hear a door slam.

... Welp, there goes my family.

Don't get me wrong, I still love them.

But, sometimes it's best to just love someone from a distance once you realize that all they're going to do is bring you down.




I'd rather be happy than to be surrounded by people that make me unhappy.

Published

September 20, 2016

This is a rushed chapter so, yeah. I'll see y'all tomorrow, I have to go exercise. .✌😴❤😘😍

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