Kisha lit up her cigarette wondering why Devon rejected her this evening. He never did. "He needs to finally come to his senses about my sister. She is nothing but a fat, ugly beast, that doesn't deserve him. But after all that is her HUSBAND," Kish...
I let you stay in here for free and you continued to stab me in the back -Words From Krystal
Kisha packed the last of her belongings in a suitcase. The time has come for her to get her own place. I was hard to sneak and get around Krystal, especially when she starting to come up with her speculations. She dragged all of the black suitcases and blue storage bins to the front door.
Coming down the stairs, a confused face swept across Devon's face. "What's this?"
"Come on, Devon. You knew it wasn't going to be long until I have my own place," she told him.
He scratched his chin. "Does Krystal know about this?," he questioned. Kisha shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't care for Krystal and you know this," she mumbled. Kisha strutted over to him to plant a long kiss on his lips. He held her closely, embracing her as if it was her last time on Earth.
Krystal came in not long after they parted from each other.
"What the fuck is this?," she questioned mumbling, dragging the words. Krystal just thought it was funny for Kisha to be moving out with no word. The only thing she was good for was staying in the house for free and sending subliminal shots toward her. Kisha continued to ingore her while scrolling through Instagram.
"Congrats! You're sneaking and moving out," she exclaimed giving Kisha a round of applause.
"Sneaking? First of all, I don't need your permission because I'm a grown ass woman! I'm just waiting for my uber to come so I can get away from your crazy ass," Kisha snapped. Krystal let out a giggle and slowly walked over to her.
"Let me tell you something. I let you stay here, out of the goodness of my heart. I practically let you stay here for free and you continued to stab me in the back."
"Hol' up. So I didn't help you pay the light bill this month?," she clapped back.
"That one time when you pitched in twenty dollars out out the five months I let you stay here get the fuck outta here!," Krystal yelled getting closer.
Kisha pushed her hard into the coffee table making her fall onto the floor. "Bitch, get your ass outta my face. Talking to me any kind of way!"
Devon grabbed Krystal trying to prevent her from hurting her sister. "Bae, just chill!," Devon yelled. With a lot of hard work, Krystal pried off his hands and ran over to Kisha to finish what Kisha started.
"You stupid ass hoe!," Krystal yelled, yanking her by her freshly installed sew-in and slamming her to the ground. Krystal got on top of her and punched her repeatedly. Kisha quickly dug her nails into her eyelids and cheekbones and kicked Krystal off.
"Ah fuck!," Krystal shrieked holding her face. Krystal tried to charge at her but Devon pulled her back.
"You hoe ass bitch get the fuck out my house!," she yelled breathing hard as she spoke.
"Fuck you, Krystal," she mumbled grabbing her luggage and exiting. Krystal stormed upstairs and Devon followed her soon after.
"You want to tell me what all that was about?," Devon asked her, grabbing her by her shoulder and making her face him.
"Devon, don't fucking touch me!," she sobbed then eventually falling into his arms.
"I don't ever want her around me and I mean it too!," Krystal yelled, while Devon attempted to calm her down by, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings in her ears.
"Baby, I understand you're upset. Don't worry about her. Ight?," he coo'd picking up Krystal and lying her down gently on her bed.
"I love you, baby," he told her caressing her cheek. She nodded her head and turned over. She just didn't believe it. After all, actions speak louder than words. Devon entered the bathroom, shortly after.
Locking the door, he sat on the granite counter. He put in his password and a smile formed when he saw that she texted back so quickly.
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He looked at his screen for a moment before he dialed Kisha's number and pressed the phone up to his ear. However, just like that, her phone went to voicemail.
Devon decided to leave it alone and start his night time routine of brushing his teeth and washing his face. When he was finished, he tied up his dreads with a black du-rag and exited the bathroom.
He spotted Krystal peacefully asleep under the fluffy covers. He climbed in, behind her. Devon wrapped his arms around her body. Being that she was a light to moderate sleeper, her eyes popped open. He took the initiative to kiss her lips then made a trail to her neck.
It was eating Krystal up inside that she slept with another man in the bed she shares with her husband. And now that Kisha was out of the way, she needed to move forward with her husband.
"Baby, not tonight. There's something that needs to be said."
He smirked, "I don't want to hear nothing negative tonight. We finally have some peace and I wanna do something. Spread them."
Devon quickly stuck two fingers in her cave sending pain through her body. She jerked making Devon pause.
"No, Devon I'm serious. I'm not in the mood. Some other time, bae. Please," she mumbled moving away from him and turning over.
Devon let out a loud, aggravated sigh and turned the opposite direction. "I love you Krystal. Know that," he announced before closing his eyes.
