The story where the two of the biggest drug dealers of different gangs in Nola find love in each other an are now trying to end what they started to be lovers.
Drugs, Thugs, And Love
I woke up to the sound of 2k blasting through the living room tv, knowing it was Chris. So I get up and go in the bathroom and start my hygiene, grabbed my robe and headed downstairs. As I get down the stairs I see chris cut his eyes at me, me being me I just smacked my lips and rolled my eyes going to the kitchen.
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As soon as I get to the kitchen, open the refrigerator door I hear the game cut off , here comes chris...
"So why tf you ain't have my fuckin food cooked when I got up this morning?" I heard a now pissed chris say
I closed the refrigerator door then grabbed the box of cinnamon toast crunch, grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, then placed it on the counter but before I could pour it chris snatched it right out of my hands
He attempted to throw the box at me but I ducked.
"LIYA" I know you fuckin hear me talking to you!" I see the anger in his eyes as he start to rush over to me so I backed up into the refrigerator and now have no where else to move
"Shit" I mumble as I realize I'm about to end up as his punching bag once again
As he come towards me I tense up, next thing I know he wraps his hands around my neck and squeezes it to the point I can't breath
"I SAID WHY TF YOU AIN'T HAVE MY FUCKIN FOOD COOKED WHEN I GOT UP THIS MORNING!!" Chris said while adding more pressure on my neck
"C ..c chr" Was all I could get out while trying to get him off me as tears start to roll out of my eyes. Chris pulled me close to his face while looking me in my eyes, At that moment I knew he still had love for me but why? Why would he hurt me? I was interrupted out of my thoughts by chris throwing me against the refrigerator causing me to fall against the cold floor.
"Now get tf up and clean this shit up and get dressed we got a meeting at the trap" Was the last words I heard before chris walked out the kitchen
I started to cry harder but instantly realized I don't have time for tears, So I got up and started to clean up the mess chris had made so I could get dressed, After I finished I walked upstairs to get dressed chris was already in the process of getting dressed.
I go into the bathroom to take a quick shower. As I'm in the shower I start to think about all I've been through with Chris why does he do shit like this now like wtf as I'm thinking and almost begin to cry again I hear the bathroom door open I just knew it was Chris. I hear him walking closer to the shower, he opens the glass shower door and I see his lustful eyes staring me up and down. He looks up at my body then into my eyes, our eyes locked and he turns his head away as if he doesn't want to look at me and he walks out.
