Ella's POV
Dear Diary, 12-6
It's my last day being alone without Chris. Mella came to visit me the first day I was alone, after school and work. We smoked and had a good time.
I miss my man. I can't wait to go pick him up from the airport. Last night on facetime we talked for a long time. He said he missed me a lot. I know he mean it too. You can't fake the feelings we got for each other.
I felt like writing some more but I decided not to since I needed to go grocery shopping before Chris come back. He should be back by 2 and it was 10 already.
I got the keys and went to Walmart. I picked up some hygiene stuff and by the time I was done it was 12. I paid and when I walked out I seen a group of boys. One of them was staring at me hella hard and I smiled at him, he hella fine.
He walked up to me and smiled. "Hey."
"Hi." I said.
"You pretty. What's your name?" he asked.
"Ella. What's yours."
"Artist but you can call me A Boogie."
I smiled and nodded. "Okay."
We stood there talking. "Well I should go, I have to go pick up my boyfriend from the airport."
He nodded. "Well make sure you text me."
I smiled. "Okay."
I saved his number as Artist, hoping Chris wouldn't think anything of it. Like I said before, he crazy as fuck and he'll whoop somebody's ass in a heartbeat, especially over me.
I went home and Artist ended up coming over for a little bit. This felt wrong but he's only a friend.
We sat there talking and laughing for a while. I can tell he like me but I'm extremely loyal to Chris, he did so much for me I can't imagine being with anybody else.
As I was walking Artist out, a car pulled up into the parking lot. My heart dropped as Chris got out. I looked at the clock, it was 2:54.
"Hey babe." I said smiling. He was smiling too, until he seen Artist. He dropped his bags and clenched his jaw.
"See you later, Ella." Artist said, then walked off.
I looked down and Chris walked up to my face. "Look at me." he said in a serious tone.
I stared him in the eyes and he stared back. I could tell he was pissed with me. I felt like bursting into tears.
"Get yo muhfuckin ass in the house, and take yo ass straight to the room." he said, still sounding serious.
I did as told and he walked in behind me. He dropped his bags and started pacing back and forth. I started shaking, I was so scared of what he might do.
"I leave for three days and you cheat on me? Really Ella?" he said calmly.
"I didn't Chris I promise, all we did was talk and that's it, nothing else."
"Why was he in my fucking house?! He pay bills here?! You pay bills here?!" he yelled at me.
I looked down and started crying. I wiped my face as he kept pacing back and forth. "I'm sorry." I mumbled through tears. He just looked at me, then looked all around the house.
"Why don't you trust me, Breezy? I trust you." I said quietly.
He sighed. "I do trust you... it's just that.. how you expect me to react when I see you walking out the house with another nigga?"
"I know and I'm really, really sorry. That was stupid of me to do that." he said.
He lifted me into his arms and hugged me. "You not stupid Ella."
"That was a stupid ass move." I mumbled.
He sat me down, wiped my face and kissed my cheek. "No it wasn't. I'm sorry for blowing up on you like that. That shit was uncalled for."
"It's okay." I smiled.
He walked up to me and choked me. "If I find out you lying to me I'ma kill that nigga, you understand me."
"Yes, Chris."
He let go and kissed me. "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"You know what that means." he said smirking.
I sighed and looked away. "Really, Chris?" I gasped as he turned me around and pulled my jeans down.
******
Y'all know what we did. Anyway, we showered together then put up the Christmas tree after that. I stared at it and Chris walked up behind me, and kissed my neck.
"All you do is fuck me." I said.
He laughed. "Where that come from?"
"All you do is dick me down, I'ma end up pregnant. I need to go to Walgreens and get some plan b."
"Why you worried bout getting pregnant? You don't wanna have my baby?" he asked sitting on the couch.
I sat next to him and put my head on his shoulder. "Not right now Chris. I'm only 19. We not ready for a baby yet. And we ain't even been together that long."
He nodded. "Understandable."
We sat there and watched the news for a while. I pulled a blanket over us and sighed. "I need to go get my hair done."
"You told me you paid $75 for your hair on yo birthday, where you getting this money from? You selling drugs or something?"
I laughed. "No, I work and I sell lashes on the side."
He nodded. "You got regular customers or something."
"Not really, whoever sees me and is interested buys some."
"Why don't you make a website and advertise on social media? That should help business."
I smiled at him. "That's a perfect idea! I'll call it.. Slay by Ella!" I said excitedly.
He laughed. "Better get to it, then."
