~Jacob~
"Baby can I get back in the bed"
"No, liars don't deserve the warmth of a king size."
"You said you wanted the 'D'!!"
He sits up on the bed fast.
"You said it wouldn't hurt!! You're such a fuckin liar and you don't care about my feelings ..." tears running down his face replacing the old trails.
I reached up to wipe them off.
"I mean .. I wouldn't know, I've never took dick.. Sooo." I shrugged. He straight faced me before screaming and throwing things.
"GET OUT JACOB!!!!"
I start dodging them shits like a pro.
I even whipped and dabbed.
That only mad him angrier.
"STOP AN LET ME HIT YOU!!!"
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET YOU HIT ME?!?!? THAT'S SOME HELEN KELLER SHIT!!!"
"See you don't care about my feelings..."
"Baby.." That's when he decides to throw a fucking Cologne bottle between my eyes.
"Ayyyeee I got ya baby." He says cheesin like shits funny.
"Bruhh, are you bipolar??"I say holdin my face.
"Excuse me !?!" He says ready to throw a lamp.
"Chill, Garnet chill!!!" He lowers the lamp.
"Why do you call me garnet??"
"You don't remember??" He shakes his head.
" if you don't know I don't either."He lays on his side.
" You're getting no more bussy."
Fine bitch be petty.
~Chresanto~
I slip on some boxer and shorts to head down stairs.
" Baby those are my boxers." Instead of replying I just twerk a little in them.
I descend down the stairs to the kitchen. I see heffanie cooking what a expected to be grits. She also had on a mean mug.
" Hey, can you get me a plate please."
Her smile was fake. Shit everything on her was fake. I reach in the cabinet for a plate .The next thing I felt was a burning sensation and a big bang to my head. Heffanie repeatedly hits me with a hot ass frying pan. Pause.. this bitch don't know how to cook..A frying pan?? A fucking frying pan?!?! GRITS DON'T GO IN A FRYING PAN!!
The pain stops. My visions too blurry
To see what happened but I was thankful. Next thing I see is Jacob was on his hands over my face. It was moving in slow motion.
" Baby?!?! Baby!! Im calling an ambulance right now hang on!!!".
He sounds miles away but I could tell by the veins popping in his neck and wrist he was yelling.. I raise my hand to caress his Cheek. Seeing him scared and crying made all my anger from earlier lift away. I lost feeling in my arm causing it to drop, leaving a trail of blood on his Cheek. His eyes widened as my mine closed. Veins almost bursting. I couldn't help but chuckle and whisper
" That's my baby."
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Come with me, Garnet
HumorPoor little Chresanto has been abused ever since his mother died. Let's just say don't fuck up. What if a Mysterious Afro-ed man sweeps him off his feet like the Gem he is???
