Deprive

Spoken Soldier

"Blaahh haaa", the gushy redness crawled up my throat pouring out into the toilet. I clawed at the sides of the toilet. "Chreessssss", I screamed to the top of my lungs. He came rushing in, "Shesh chill baby, I’m taking you to the doctor now. Come on". Picking me up, he gently laid me down onto our king size bed. My face smashed in the silky and comfy comforter. "I am sooo hot", I whined. "Well its freezing outside! Stop whining and come on", he demanded slipping on my black Uggs. I scoffed, "Well you don’t have to be so fucking mean"! His head snapped in my direction.

"Excuse me"? His eyebrows knitted and the wrinkled appeared on his forehead. I rolled my eyes while whipping my mouth.

"Nothing", I mumbled.

While Brianna was still getting herself together Chres went downstairs to inform Nicki that they were leaving. As he came closer to the guest room he could hear small moans. He knew she had to be pleasuring herself. Before actually going inside he peeked at her a bit, creeping up quietly.

"Mmm ahhh", her sounds of pleasure flowed within her and Chresanto’s ear. He chuckled, shaking his head. She was doing it all wrong. The sweat that rolled down her temple told him she must of been pleasuring herself for a while. She should of been let go.

He pushed she door with his index finger, “I’m taking Brianna to the doctor”.

This startled Nicki making her jump, for the covers. She exhaled holding her hand against her chest. “Warn me before you just come up in here like that shesh”, she scolded.

"This shit is my mine, unless you get a job and start paying shit around here you can’t say shit, ight. Oh and mind if I add that you’re terrible at pleasuring your self", Chresanto’s says.

"Well then Mr.Knowitall how am I suppose to be doing it"?

"I’ll show you…later.", he says before making his way out the house meeting Brianna in the car.

Nicki stood there with a blank expression. She didn’t know what to think. Her best friends husband just said he’ll show her how to pleasure herself properly! You see, Nicki didn’t come to steal Brianna’s man. She wanted a place for a while, until she would stash enough money to go to Mexico. In her mind, she didn’t  see this as gold digging or so. She wanted Brianna to give her money, which was Chresanto’s money. Her plan was to fake like she was going out to get a job, but really to start working at a local strip club. Where she would get even more money, loads of it!

She made her way up to their beautiful master bedroom, into Brianna’s prep room. Staring at her reflection inside of the mirror. She ran her fingers threw her hair. Spotting an abundant amount of jewelry, make up, nail polish, etc. She picked up one of the lipsticks she notice Brianna wore a lot. Popping the top off, she twisted the bottom to push up the stick. Then the lipstick danced across her lips. Nicki put the lipstick down as she cracked a smile. In the corner of her eye she’d seen a picture of Brianna and she admired it. It was like love seeing love at first site.

That’s when she continued to try to appear more as Brianna. Studying the detail of the make up in the picture. Even the hair, as it was styled into a cute bun. When she was done, she put the picture in front of her where it was touching her chest. She looked at the picture and herself. She didn’t look exactly the same, but it was close enough.

Nicki also wanted to be Brianna so bad, it all started in high school. Now, they were older and  she thought, she has an amazing husband, a big house, just living the best life. Brianna was beautiful and her body was everything! Nicki loved Brianna, more like obsessed with her.

She placed the picture down. Staring at it for a while.  It was a sexy picture of Brianna in a bikini, covering her chest. Clutching the sides of the frame, she rubbed the glass with her thumb.

If only Chresanto knew about this. When he says he doesn’t want anyone loving Brianna in the way that does.... he meant it, male and female. If Chresanto found out Nicki’s love for Brianna….oh boy! Only god knows what he would do.

Meanwhile, Brianna swung her feet sitting high up from the ground on the doctor’s bed. “Okay I believe it must be something that you ate, because we looked at the test and x-ray and you’re definitely not pregnant”, the doctor says.

Chresanto sighed in relief, messaging his temples. This caught Brianna off guard. She would expect that he would have been happy if they were going to have a child. Her facial expression saddened as her face muscles dropped. She looked down at the floor trying to fight back her tears. “Thank god, and thanks Doc. Come on Bri”, Chresanto pushes himself up from his thighs.

"Your welcome, come any time and call me if there are any problems".

Brianna hopped off the bed walking behind Chresanto. They got to the car and sat as Chres started it up. She looked out the window to avoid any eye contact with him and just in case she started crying, he wouldn't see it.

"Why you so silent, you were just blabbing off at the mouth", he turned her way.

"Look at me when I am talking to you", he roared.

Her face began to move slowly to face his, “Why were you so relieved when the Doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant”?

"Wow so that’s what your all pressed about", he shook his head.

Continuing, “Don’t get me wrong Bri, I would fucking love having a baby with you, hell babies! Its just... nooow is not the right time for me”, he explained pulling off into the streets of LA.

"For you? All you do is think about you, ever think about how I feel sometimes", she argued starting a fire.

"Excuse me", he raised an eyebrow.

"The fuck? I feed you, buy you clothes, put a roof on your fucking over your head. I’m basically providing for you. Let me also add  giving you the best dick you ever had in your life. Yet, I just think about me"?

"I’m not talking about that! I’m talking about my feelings, emotionally!  Sometimes I feel that you don't care for me. Like when you beat me, call me names like "bitch", "hoe" , and "slut"! Chresanto that hurts", she cried beginning to tear up.

"Then you come and show bits of affection thinking I'll just forget about everything. You know what-", powerful and extremely hard his hand flew to her cheek like a magnet leaving a stinging burning sensation.

"Shut the fuck up dammit, I don't want to talk about this anymore".

For the rest of the ride it was almost compete silence. The sounds consisted of the air that kept them warm and small cries of Brianna.

It was about time that Brianna began to stand up for herself a bit. She just needed to get him to actually listen, and when she does. Will it make a difference how he will respond?