Grass Ain't Greener

High End

CHRIS POV:

They say once that falling in love is much like taking a dose of cocaine. Its experiences affect the brain similarly and trigger a similar sensation of euphoria. Falling in love produces several euphoria-inducing chemicals that stimulate 12 areas of the brain at the same time. Love is linked to the brain, but the heart is also in relation because the complex concept of love is formed by both bottom-up and top-down processes from the brain to the heart and the other way around. For example, activation in some parts of the brain can generate stimulations to the heart, which could feel like butterflies in the stomach, but is really a form of an adrenaline rush. Looking into her eyes always gave me that affect. Kissing her always made my adrenaline do triple time, making me feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. When she laid on my chest at night, it made me forget all of the stress or the things I endured during the day that dampened my mood. She always made me feel secure and most of the time it was the little things she did that she didn't even know made me feel the way I do towards her now. The time we started to spend with each other grew to more than just an attachment. We became one. She's my lifeline, my rib, my everything in between in this thing called life.      

     Breaking out of my own thoughts, I loosened the straps on my sides that held my pistols. I know I said I wasn't gonna tote anything on me, but ain't no tellin what this fuck nigga got goin on, even more that my bros and lil sis was a part of this plan. They will be protected at all costs. East was right behind me, covering me on my right. Bri & Princeton was still audible in their very intense argument, but that's when I heard glass shattering from behind me, distracting me from what's behind this secret door.
    "What the fuck do y'all think y'all are doing, snooping around our shit like y'all pay the fuckin bills." "Bitch you don't even pay bills. Fuck you," I turned around scowling her. She had a gun in her hands, but she didn't know any better.
"I'ma ask yo ass one mo fuckin time. What the fuck you doin by that door?" "Why can't I be by this door? You hiding something hoe because I have all of the time in the world today bitch." "Keep fuckin playin' with me and I'ma cap yo ass and yo lil friend." Swiftly knocking the pistol out of her hands and kicking the gun to me, in what seemed to be like one motion, East grabbed her into a head lock, which in turn made her drop her sudden urge of confidence. "If you wanna live, cooperate bitch. You better not even think of humming in this bitch or this glock on my side is gonna become real acquainted with you," he threatened. Quickly grabbing the gun, I chuckled. "Dumb bitch couldn't even use the lil toy. Safety was on." "A real nigga already know bro." Thinking quickly, I took the safety off & cocked the pistol. "Cooperate with us & you'll be fine, but if you get on some funny shit, I'll have yo ass wishing you were dead. Don't play with me," I said through gritted teeth. This person wasn't me, but I've gone through hell with trying to get my woman back and was gonna risk it at all costs if it meant that I could get Lex back all in one peace. It was quiet; a little too quiet for my liking, so East took the initiative to cross over in front of me to take cover over me while I had Tequila hostage. Soon rearing the corner to go to the living room, East peeked to a site I didn't wanna see myself. Prince had Bri's neck in his very firm grasp, trying to squeeze the life out of her. Almost in one movement, he had her in his full grasp, with a knife he pulled out from his pocket, to her neck. The sight itself, made me want to kill him on instinct, but East told me to be cool. His actions were putting him in a much more bigger hole than he needed to be in & I'm not talking about LAPD. This nigga was dealin' with Breezy now. Not bro, not Chris... strictly Breezy; and that's one bad muhfucka you don't wanna be around when he's alerted.