Her Keeper

Chapter 113

--Julliet Parris--

"Where are the kids?" I asked Geo as he entered the house.

"I asked Elise to pick them up, because I just had a nasty confrontation with your father." He shrugged.

"Uh-oh." Was all I could say. Geo sat down and released an exasperated sigh.

"I didn't cheat on you, Julliet nor did I ever intend to." He said.

"Ok." I sighed. "I believe you." I shrugged.

"You do?" He questioned.

"Yes, Geo. I do." I nodded as I walked over and climbed on to him, straddling him as I pressed a kiss on to his lips.

"Damn Jules." He groaned as he gripped my ass.

"I want you to make love to me, Geo." I mumbled as I kissed him again. "And choke me." I purred as I pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you." He growled

"I love you too, Geovanni."

•°•°•°•°•°•

"Well, you're glowing." Thalia commented as I walked into her house.

Honestly, she looked a mess. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was adorned by black and blue bruises. A result of me, I guess.

"Thanks." I offered a weak smile as we both plopped down into her couch. "Look, Julliet, about yesterday, I'm sorry. I know what it seemed like, but I swear, nothing was about to happen. It was all an accident."

"No Thalia, I'm sorry about yesterday." I mumbled as I looked over her bruises. "Regardless of what happened, I should've never done that to you." I guestered toward her bruised face.

"Oh, these bruises aren't a result of you." She sniffled a bit as she hung her head in shame. "You hit me in the head, remember?" She reminded me, causing me to furrowed my brows at her.

"So where did they come from?" I asked in confusion, but quickly regretted it as soon as I sensed her discomfort.

"Elliott..." She trailed, while looking up at me, as her eyes glossed over.

"Oh..." Was all I could get out.

"It's fine." She croaked. "I'd be fine."

"No Thalia, it's not fine." I opposed as I pulled her into a comforting hug. "As much of a bitch as I could be sometimes, Geo has never put his hands on me." I explained. "And I shouldn't have put my hands on either of you yesterday." I apologized. "I'm sorry." I held her tightly. "God, you must feel horrible." I sympathized as she bawled on my shoulder. "I am so sorry."

The door opened and closed, causing us to look in its direction.

"What the fuck are you doing here, bitch?" Elliott interrupted our moment, causing me to hop off of the couch and get up in his face.

"You shouldn't be putting your fucking hands on her!" I yelled. "And I'm not a fucking bitch either. You better watch how the fuck you talk to me, asshole."

"What are you?" He snarled. "Captain Save-a-Bitch?" He gritted. "You're a bitxh your damn self." He taunted.

"I'm not a fucking child nor that whore you cheated with, Elliott." I retorted. "You cheated on Thalia with a skank, almost had a kid and still had the audacity to put your hands on her?" I snarled. "You're a weak, bitch made nigguh."

"Stay the fuck out of my marriage, Julliet!" He yelled.

"You're wrong for your shit, Elliott and you know it. Thalia should leave your weak, pussy ass." I growled.

Elliott cocked his fist back and punched me dead in the face, causing Thalia to scream as she got between us.

"Are you fucking crazy?" She yelled at him as I held my face in pure agony and astonishment.

"Geo might let you talk to him crazy, slut, but I don't take disrespect to lightly." He growled at me.

"You need to go before I call the cops, Elliott!" Thalia yelled.

He needs to go before I call my husband! I thought as the unbearable pain surged through my body.

I couldn't really focus on much else but the pain I felt at the moment, so their mini argument was all an audible blur to my ears.

Soon enough, I heard the door open and slam close before Thalia bent down beside me and helped me up.

I wasn't even sure when I fell to my knees clutching my face.

She sat me in a couch and hissed as she removed my hand from my face, indicating that the result of Elliott putting his hands on me was bad.

"Damn Julliet." She mumbled as she hurriedly stood up and walked away, leaving me to continue cupping my face in pain.

She returned with an ice pack and pressed it to my face after pushing my hand away from it, making me since and hiss in pain.

"I am so sorry." She mumbled. "Sorry that standing up for me lead to this." She sniffled, indicating that she was crying again.

"It's fine." I groaned. "Is it bad?" I questioned.

"Yeah." She sighed. "I'm sorry."she repeated.

"It's ok. Just call Geovanni to come get me." I instructed.

"Sure." She sighed again before getting up from the couch.

"Fucking hell." I mumbled to myself as the pain got worse.

--Geovanni Parris--

This motherfucker must've lost his fucking mind putting his hands on my wife like he owns her or some shit.

If I wasn't so focused on getting to Julliet, I would've been pulling up on his ass this very minute.

I don't know what that fuck has gotten into him lately, but it needs to crawl out before I kill his ass.

I've never even put hands on my wife. I might've roughed her up during sex a bit that one time, but that was it and I felt fucked up about it nonetheless.

His ass better not let me run into him and he better pray that my wife's face is exactly the way it is when she left our house earlier.

I was fuxking fuming on the inside. Elliott was my nigguh and all, but he's been fucking up alot lately and I don't appreciate it. I especially don't appreciate him hitting on my wife!

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~Dolly