Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 18

Kaylee POV

"Chris, just please stay here. We'll be okay." I begged him before I got ready to go in the house and get our stuff. I told him everything that happened, and he was pissed off to the highest. He still is.

"Kay, this nigga put his hands on you, and you don't even fight him back." He raised his voice. "Then, he has the fucking audacity to yell at my daughters, and try to give them alcohol, and brings bitches around them, and then acts like it's alright when it's not. Now I know I wasn't perfect in the past when we used to fight, and I cheated, and all that shit. But I wasn't crazy enough to do half the shit he does, and matter of fact, I'm pissed that you would fight me back like a woman is supposed to do when a nigga puts his hands on her, yet you sit there with him, and let him try and fuck you up. That shit's not cool, so don't expect me to sit in this motherfucking car, while he in there doing some shit that'll get his ass fucked up."

I sighed, knowing he was right. I wiped the tears on my face away before nodding my head. "You're right. But Chris, please stay here. If something happens I'll send you a blank text."

His jaw clenched and his hands gripped the steering wheel. "Okay, fine. You better, Kay."

"I will, baby. I promise." I kissed his cheek before opening my door, then getting out and closing it. I opened the backdoor for the girls, but I could tell they were scared. "Come on, girls. Let's go get our things, ok?"

They looked at each other before getting out of the car. I closed the door and we went inside the house. Trey was nowhere to be seen, so I hurried us up the stairs to our rooms. "Okay, girls. Grab everything that you can and hurry up. Get all your clothes first, then get only things that are important. And hurry up."

"Mommy, I'm scared." Kristen cried.

"Baby, please. Just hurry. It's going to be okay." I kissed their cheeks before they ran off to their rooms. I went into my room and began to pack every piece of clothing I had. I ended up with a very large and full luggage, and a bag full of the rest of my clothes and my jewelry.

As soon as I was about to go leave and get the girls, the door closes, and Trey was at first behind it with a pocket knife in his hand. He had a dark, blank look on his face, and it scared me.

"Where you think you going, baby?" He slowly walked towards me with a low grin on his face.

"Trey, j-just leave me alone. It's over between us. You've abused me, and you've abused my daughters. I'm sick of your shit, so you might as well let me g---"

"I saw you, outside with that nigga. I saw all that shit. You kissing him, he getting all mad and shit. Yeah, I saw that. The fucked up thing is that, you play me by telling me that you were going to New York for a little fashion thing or whatever bullshit, but you really went because that nigga told you to. You thought I wasn't gone find out? Anyway, that's not important. I just want to ask you one thing, and I'll let you go."

"Trey..."

"Have you been fucking him?"

I swallowed spit as tears streamed harder down my face. "Trey, I---"

"Have. You. Been. Fucking. Him?"

My body shook with fear. "Trey, ple----"

"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION, KAYLEE!" He held the pocket knife to my cheek. I felt it begin to pierce my skin.

"Y-yes."

"For how long?"

I closed my eyes. "For a while now."