Pharrah's POV:
I woke up on the pull out gray couch downstairs to the smell of breakfast; waffles, eggs, bacon, and grits. I picked my head up from the couch and gave the room a 360 head spin. Just as I suspected Chris fat ass found his way into my kitchen. He didn't know I was up yet so I watched him no shirt, tattoos and all slaving over the pot of grits. Not that I'd say it out loud but Chris was looking daddy as fuck. I turned my attention back to the crisp bacon and buttermilk waffles that sat on the counter which seemed to be calling my name. I couldn't decide which was more attractive; the food or Chris. Forgetting both those things I got up to find my phone. But for the second morning in a row I couldn't find my phone. I had lost it the other day at Chris's crib after that scary ass movie. Chris turned around from the stove probably from hearing me throwing pillows across the room looking between the couch cushion.
He turned off the stove, "Goodmorning beautiful," corny ass usual but enlightening. "And what might you be looking for this fine morning?" more cornyness but sarcasm this time.
"My phone big head," I spat throwing another couch cushion at the fireplace and finding my phone sitting right where the cushion had been. "I'm always losing it when we spend the night together." He giggled. "What's so funny about that?"
"Nothing," he stated. "I was just thinking about how jumpy you were during that movie with your scary ass."
"Shut up," I said walking into the kitchen. "Why you up so early anyways?"
"I thought I'd show you how a proper morning was suppossed to go without someone waking you up screaming and hitting you with pillows." I smiled remembering thats how I had woke him up the other day and how mad I had made him. "It's not funny now come taste this food fattbutt."
"Don't call me that. My name is-" cut off by a shoved piece of bacon in my mouth. I turned to see Chris holding a tray of chopped pig looking like a burnt out chef. No one could lie of they tasted the bacon though it was actually really, really. I always bought the maple wood smoked kind and he cooked it to perfection. "Ok, Chris I'm willing to overlook the fattbutt comment since the food is good."
"Exactly what I was hoping you'd say," he pulled me in for a kiss sounding satisfied. I stopped him asking for a chance to eat first then brush away my morning breath.
When we finished eating Chris followed me upstairs and literally stared at me brush my teeth.
"Can I help you?" I snapped. He just laughed used to my smart remarks by now. He made himself comfortable on my bed and looked the other way. Nothing personal it really just bothered me when people looked at me too long. It made me feel like they were staring at my scar. After spitting out my mouthwash I looked up to examine my makeupless face. I touched my scar's reflection on the mirror, wishing it was something I could spray windex on and just wipe away. Memories from the day it happened haunted my mind like an unwanted, lingering spirit. I had to close my eyes to keep from crying again like last night. Eyes still shut I touched the left side of my face covering my whole cheek and the scar. My flesh felt freshly pierced like the wound had just been created. I heard the door creek and knew Chris had walked in. I wanted to open my eyes so badly but knew I'd breakdown. I didn't want him to see me cry again not for the third time in less than two days.
I could hear Chris stepping closer and closer. Then his body heat appeared right behind me. His natural scent invaded my nostrils but didn't distract from my clouded thoughts.
Chris's POV:
Always saying something smart, I thought to myself. Pharrah always saying something smart and I was always thinking it's cute. Shaking my head, her mean ass gonna say "Can I help you?" just cause I looked at her while she was in the bathroom. But if that wasn't a rhetorical question I would've told her that there wasn't much she had to do for me or help me with. She was damn near perfect in my eyes and I just couldn't understand why SHE didn't see that. The fact of her beauty hit me again when I saw her just looking in the mirror while laying on her bed. I approached her from behind with her eyes closed.
"Beautiful," I whispered to her. Her eyes flashed open to reveal a feeling of hurt comparable to no other. She held back tears but I could see the pain in those deep brown eyes. "So... beautiful," I wrapped my arms around her from behind and she tensed up immediately. Then the tears came and she tried to tug away from my embrace. I tried not to cry seeing her hurt so bad. She kept trying to get out my grip and only cried more when she couldn't.
"Stop," I said tired of her squirming. I turned her around to face me and she ran into her room. She dropped to the floor in the corner near her television. I realized she wasnt running from me but just didnt want me to see her lime this. She sat there bawling like a river was trying to escape her body.
"Pharrah" -I walked toward her slowly- "Babygirl, stop crying" -she looked up ready to run again- "You too pretty for all that" -she stood up tripping on the baggy sweats she wore. Taking advantage of the opportunity I softly tackled her then pining her on the bed by this time I was crying too. "This blocking me out shit. It's gonna stop and that's on both our mothers. Stop trying to run and hide from me. Clearly there is something eating at that beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," -I whispered that word like I had in the bathroom- "heart of yours. And you NEED to let it out. You can talk to me P." She stopped struggling seeing that I was crying too. I looked at her for moment messy crimson hair, puffy red eyes, and succulent pink lips. "Do you know that your the one of the most amazing people I've ever met? Yesss... Ohh yesss you're a tough shell to crack but you have a heart of gold thats just been shattered by a few fucked up individuals. I promise I will do everything in my power to fix it but you HAVE to let me in. Break down your own walls just a little."
She snatched her wrists out my hands and snatched me even harder down into a hug. I assumed she forgot we were on the bed and that all my weight would fall on her but she even wrapped her legs around me. Her trembling little body warmed me up quickly. For a moment she just sobbed. Not crying just a light tearing up like her anger was out but she was still just sad. I picked her up and laid back on the pillow. Laying in my arms like a helpless child Pharrah still hadn't spoke since she sprinted from the bathroom.
"Baby," I said five minutes after I felt her tears stop. She looked up smiling weakly.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"You're NOT by yourself remember that Pharrah," I said. I could tell for once that she actually believed me.
"I know Chris. I know." she responded using her shirt to wipe her face. "I appreciate you. I really do. And I'm sorry for the way I treated you when I first met you. It's not your fault my dad was a dead beat and I'm starting to realize my childhood affected me more than I was willing to admit. All the crying I've done the past few days has been bottled up since I started highschool and decided to hate my father. Something in my life has to give way for change though I can't make you suffer for his mistakes," she sat up gazing into my eyes.
"I'm glad you're starting to see that babe. I nust wanna give you my all Pharrah not waste your time. Believe me when I tell you that I'm here for you. Now about that kiss from earlier." She pressed her lips against mine wasting no time in straddling on me. The pineapple taste on her lips, the softness of her hands on my face both things I loved when she kissed me. Right when I thought I couldn't help but rip all her clothes off she stopped kissing and stood up like she had saw a ghost. I noticed her nervously playing with the thin straps on her shirt. She held her legs together closely while she stood biting her lip looking at me.
"You ok P?" I asked rubbing the side of her arm and bringing her back to me.
"Yea baby," she assured calling me baby for the first time. "I'm just cold. I lifted up the blanket inviting her under and she told me she'd rather take a bath.
Not until I heard the moans from the locked bathroom 15 minutes later that she was trying to hold out on having sex with me. Not mad at the ladylike decsion I thought nothing of it at the time.
Her horny ass wouldn't be able to resist Breezy for long and that was a fact.
