I still got your back, you stupid bad-ass

Surprise!

Kenny's POV

"CHRISS HONEEEEY!" Rozlyn squealed. "Oh my gosh, I was so worried! I missed you soooooo much!!"

So where have you been the entire time?

"I'm soooooo sorry I wasn't here to visit. I've been in Paris. Oh, you'll never believe what happened to me! I got a modeling contract! Isn't that great!?" she clapped and looked at me. "They probably got me in there because I'm soooo beautiful! Oh whoops! Look at me throwing all that out there."

Um.. Is..

I sighed inwardly.

Careful now, or that's not the only thing that's going to be thrown.

Chris's hands clenched.

She looked back to Chris. "Well, as soon as you get out of this dump, we can go back to the apartment I rented for us." she winked. "Then we can have some fun."

Can I just say... Ew?

Damn, I'd hate to say this but...

Chris picks the worst girlfriends ever.

"Rozlyn...you've been in Paris all this time?" Chris asked angrily. "And you didn't even tell me?"

"Aw baby, how could I tell you? You were asleep." she said with a smile.

Yeeesh... I better get out of here..

"I was not asleep. I was comatose! You didn't call or text or see me once!" he said, voice rising.

"But baby, how would you know? You were sick.. And sleeping." she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You can't get mad at me for trying to have a life Chris!"

And what a time to try and get one; "oh gosh, Chris is in the hospital? He was almost killed in a fire? ....Well, I've always wanted to go to Paris. What a great time to travel the world!"

I can't listen to this anymore. Me and Chris just started fresh. This is his life, problem, whatever, I'm definitely not supporting it.. I just need to get out.

I wheeled away from the bed. Rozlyn heard the squeak and turned towards me.

"Ew! What the fuck are you doing here? And so close to him?!" she complained.

"I'm visiting my best friend," I said, smiling sweetly. A poisonous kind of sweet. If my arm didn't hurt so much I would have knocked all the wind and lights out of her.

"Well go away. Chris and I need to ...catch up." she trailed her pink french manicured fingers on his chest.

On what? I bet you cheated on him with some French dude you met in a bar at Paris. You know you can't contain your lust. You probably had a quickie in the airplane, too.

I sighed to myself, See? Its getting me all worked up..

I shrugged. "Fine. Talk to you later, Chris."

"Ha! Yeah, right, I'm sure you will." Rozlyn muttered.

I rolled my eyes and turned the wheelchair around.

"Isn't that just sad? She looks like a little ugly old lady in that wheel chair," I heard her say. "All crippled and shit" she rubbed his chest.

"No, wait, Kenny!" Chris called out. "You don't have to go."

"But she--"

Chris glanced at Rozlyn, and fury flashed in his eyes. He slapped her hand away, making her gasp.

"Ow! Honey buns, that hurt!"

"Get out." was all he said.

My eyes widened. What is he doing?!

"What?!" she screeched so loudly my ears might bleed. I hope we didn't disturb any patients next door.

"I said, Get. Out." Chris emphasized.

"B-But WHY?!"

Chris exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples. "I can't stand you anymore. Get the fuck out of here."

Rozlyn let out a scream of frustration.

Damn it, does anyone have some earplugs?!

"But you're my fiancé! You CAN'T kick me out!"

"I can and I WILL." Chris said, irritated.

"This is all because of her, isn't it?!" she pointed a long, sharp fingernail at me and gave me a menacing glare.

It wasn't that scary. I've seen guys at the underground give me worse.

"Don't bring Kenny into this!" Chris almost yelled.

Tears of anger spilled on Rozlyn's cheeks. She grabbed the pink diamond ring off her finger and threw it at Chris.

"Ugh! The engagement's off!" she shrieked. "You weren't good enough for me anyway!" she turned on her heel and stomped off.

"By the way, I was going to cancel it!" Chris threw in before the door slammed shut.

Silence engulfed the room.

"Why did you do that?" I said.

Chris looked at me and smiled tightly. "Because I realized what a bitch she was and how I won't be able to live the rest of my life committed to her."

"I told you so," I said smugly. Happy dance!

Yeah right. My one arm is too painful to be waved around.

Then again, I've been through worse.

The burned scar is going to look freaking awesome when the bandage comes off.

************