I Fucking Love You

7- Used

"Hey, baby?" Brett asked playing with my hair.

"Yes?" I questioned back.

"My friends want to know if I can go to the club with them." He stated.

"If you wanna go, go. You need some guy time." I laughed.

"You calling me a girl?" He giggled.

"No. I'm calling you a WHITE girl." I strongly stated.

"Oh really!" Brett raised his eyebrows, straddling me and tickling my sides.

"STAAAAP! THAT TICKLES!!! BRETTTTT!" I yelled in laughter.

He stopped tickling me, gave me a peck on my lips, and went to go get ready.

I went downstairs to just lay around for the day. "Bye babygirl, I love you." Brett said before kissing me.

"Bye Daddy, love you." I said before he closed the door behind him.

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It's now... 4:38 and Brett still isn't back. I'm getting really worried. What if my baby boy is hur-

I was pulled out of my thoughts by someone banging on the door. I was scared but then I thought, Brett. I ran to the door and swung it wide open. Brett was standing there, drunk. Not the first time this had happened. Brett pushed me down so, I wouldn't be in his way of getting inside.

"Get out of my way bitch!" He yelled going to the kitchen.

"I never told you this but, I've been seeing this girl and I still haven't told her that I'm just using her until I get a real girl who can really have sex with me, this girl I'm with right now, is a little girl who thinks she can find love." He slurred/laughed.

My heart is.... I don't even know right now. I'm trying to process what he's saying. The bad part is that, I still love him. After everything he just said.

"Jack, your my best friend. I really need you to not tell that little girl." He slurred once again.

"To late the little girl already knows." I said before punching him square in the jaw. I left him crouching down holding his jaw while grunting and groaning in pain as I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.

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It's now, 8:43 and I haven't gotten a single blink of sleep in. At All. What he said just kept replaying though my mind and I just cried, sobbed, and wept.

The door knob on my bed room door was turning, he was trying to come in. "Babygirl, are you okay in there?" He asked on the other side of the door.

Should I tell him what I said?

No! Don't tell him!

I'm going to tell him.

"Baby?" He questioned. He knocked on the door.

"Leave me alone. I'm fine." I said.

"Whitney, did I do something wrong?" Brett asked, I could just hear the tears streaming down his beautiful face. I hurt him. I know I did.

"No. I did something wrong." I awnsered and put my face into my knees as I began to cry and sob some more.

"Princess, can you come out and tell me what you did." He begged.

I walked to the door and opened it. Brett walked into my room. "What happened, babe?" He asked pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead.

I back away from him. He looked hurt, sad, and mad. "What is it?" He asked tears brimming his eyes.

"Um, you told me last night that you were just using me... for what reason? I'll never know." I said tears running down my face down to my chin.

"Whitney, I promise you... whatever I said last night it was the drunk Brett talking. I wouldn't do anything to loose you!" Brett explained himself to me with tears running down his cheeks all the way to his chin.

I jumped into his arms and hugged him tight with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist with my face cuddled into his neck. I looked back at him and kissed him. I laughed at his tears and wiped them away. "I knew you didn't mean it, but I was still skeptical."

"I love you so much babygirl. Your my world. If you left me... I would have to kill myself." Brett sobbed.

"Don't say that. I would never leave you!" I exclaimed pulling out of the second hug we shared.

"You wanna watch a movie and cuddle, babygirl?" Brett asked me sweetly.

"Yes! Come on, baby boy." He chuckled at the given nickname as I dragged him to my bed and turned the television on.

We watched television until we fell asleep in each other's arms.