Chained

Chapter 12

Milyn POV

The doctor said that Cheyenne was going to be okay, and everybody felt relief from the news. Then, Chris walked out looking mad at the whole world.

"Chris wait !" I called after him, but he kept walking.

"Just give him some time." Lj said.

I nodded my head, then looked for Brandon, once I saw him, I ran towards him.

"What were you thinking ?!" I yelled at him, pushing him back into the chair he was sitting in.

He stood up, getting in my face.

"Don't put your hands on me Mimi, real shit."

This dude think he's scaring me, by trying to size me up and whatever.

"You were acting like a complete ass, snapping on Chris like that."

"And you don't think he deserve that shit?" He yelled back.

"You have no room to snap on anybody, none of this was Chris fault ! He wasn't there, he wasn't the one who invited Cheyenne to go with them. I did all this shit, I caused it ! So if you want to snap on some one, do that shit to me !" 

I pushed him again, and before I could see how mad I was making him, my whole body flew across the room and hitting the wall. I got up running towards him, punching him in his face. He picked me up, slamming me on to the floor.

"Aye, Chill out !" I heard Tyler yell.

I was clawing at Brandon's arms, while he was choking me.

"Brandon, get the fuck off of her !" I heard Allysa yell.

Cheyenne's father grabbed Brandon's arm, making him hit the wall. Lj and Tyler picked me up, but I snatched myself away from them.

"Get the fuck off me !" I yelled at them.

Tears were streaming down my face, as I looked at everyone. Cheyenne mom was shaking her head, and Cheyenne dad was still holding on to Brandon's arm.

"I'm going to have to ask you all to leave now. I'm sorry."  A nurse said.

"You don't have to be sorry, cause I was just bout to hop out this bitch." Brandon said, brushing past my shoulder.

"Fuck you Brandon !" I yelled at him.

Cheyenne mom was shaking her head, grabbing her husbands hand leaving.

"I'm riding with you Allysa." I left out the hospital, walking to Allysa's car.

I sat in Allysa's passenger seat, thinking about what just happened. How could Brandon put his hands on me like that? I mean, we would usually just yell at each other, but we never actually fist fight one another. He blamed Chris for everything that just happened, when it wasn't really his fault. I felt bad for Chris, because at what Cheyenne mom yelled at him about Cheyenne getting corrupted by his ways. This all happened because of me, I can't let them all blame Chris for this.

"You can drop me off at Chris house."

She glanced at me, then back at the road.

"Are you sure, I mean both of you just got done being in some crazy shit."

"Yes, i'm sure."

She made a sharp U Turn, and on the road to Chris house.

Once she parked at Chris house, I opened the door to get out but she grabbed my arm, making me look back at her.

"You know i'm still here for you Milyn. I don't give a fuck about with any of them niggas think, you still my bitch."

I started laughing at her. "I love you too Allysa."

"Now get out, you wasting my gas."

I got out still giggling, then walked up to Chris door. I knocked one time, but there wasn't any answer. I knocked again, not getting an answer. So I turned the knob and the door was open. I crept inside, slowly closing the door, trying not to make any noises. I looked around and saw some glass on the floor. I picked up a shattered glass, that held a picture of Cheyenne and Chris in it. I placed it down and eased my way up the stairs. I heard shuffling and other stuff being broken. I turned my head around the door to see what was going on, and I got met with a gun to my head.

"Don't shoot,  I was just about to check on you and see--"

"I wasn't going to shoot you. Don't you know better than to creep around someones house without them knowing you're here?"

I looked down at the ground and nodded my head.

He walked to his bed sitting down, making me walk behind him.

"Why is everything such a mess?" I asked, looking around at the destroyed room. It looked like a tornado went around this place.

"Because I corrupted it." 

He put air quotes around the word corrupted.

"I don't really think you messed her up Chris. I don't think none of this is your fault either."

"Fuck are you talkin' about? It wasn't your fault either."

I got up from the bed pacing back and forth.

"Stop saying that this wasn't my fault ! If I didn't text her saying she could roll with Tyler and I, none of this shit would happen. And you know that too, so stop trying to make me feel better about it."

"It was just wrong time and wrong place shit Mimi. Why do you keep putting your ass at fault?"

I stopped pacing and looked at him.

"Because somebody has too ! I just feel bad about this." I started crying.

Chris pulled me towards him, hugging me.

"This wasn't nobody's fault. It wasn't mine, yours, Tyler, Lj, or anybody else. Get that shit in your head."

I stopped crying looking at him.

"You know Chris, behind that hard, thug shit you got going on, you are an amazing person."

"Yeah, yeah. So, what happened to your neck?"

I got up looking in the mirror, and sure enough I had Brandon's hand prints around it.

"Brandon chocked my ass."

Chris started laughing.

"How is that shit funny?"

"My bad, but who won?"

I started mugging him.

"You're an ass Chris."

"Oh shit, that can be my new name. Corrupted ass, I can see that shit on headlines."

I started laughing at him.

"But all jokes aside, can I crash on the couch, I don't wanna go home at this time, and deal with my parents questions."

"I don't give a fuck. Crash on the table if you want too, i'm going to be in my comfy ass bed."

 He jumped on his bed, pulling covers on him.

"So you're not going to show me where your blankets and pillows are?"

He threw a pillow at my face, and pointed to his closet.

"Imma' get your ass back for that shit." I walked over to his closet and took out two blankets. 

"Good Night Christopher !" I yelled, slamming his door.

I heard him yell something back, but I couldn't really hear what he said.

I laid my blankets and pillow on the couch downstairs and dozed off.