Welcome to the world of Leeyah and Chris where nothing last forever and everything is temporary, even your emotions. Will the odds be in their favor or will their love perish against all the things trying to keep them apart?
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I woke up unable to see anything. It was pitched black; I couldn't even see my hands in front my face. Where the fuck was I? I tried to get up but couldn't. My body was killing me and I couldn't figure out why. I had an headache outta this world but I couldn't come to terms to how it came about.
I guess I was gonna find out soon. I heard a pair of heavy feet walking towards me. I couldn't see who it was so I just focused on what I could hear. The person was now standing a few feet away from me, judging from what I heard. "Who's there?" I asked loud enough for them to hear me. A few seconds later, the bright lights burned my eyes.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I saw his face. I seriously could have pissed on myself right then and there. Why the fuck was he still fucking with me? "Never thought you'd see me again, did you?" He asked with an evil smile on his face. I didn't say shit to him. What could I say? Nothing I said would matter now, my ass was grass. "Leeyah I know you heard me!" He snapped.
"What do you want with me Santana?" I finally spoke.
"What ever do you mean?" He was playing games. "I just want us to be happy again baby, that's all.."
"Santana let me go please? My parents are probably looking for me right now.." He laughed.
"You actually think they give a fuck Leeyah? Nobody cares about you like I do, they never did.."
"Santana pl-"
"I heard you the first time bitch!" He snapped, causing me to jump. "You not going no where until you fall in love with me again!" Fuck type she was he on?
"What the fuck?" I snapped. "You can't possible be that stupid Santana!"
"Watch ya fucking mouth Leeyah!" He warned. "All I wanna know is why? Why the fuck did you leave me?" Was he serious or was I having a nightmare? My mind went back to where this story started.
Today wasn't gonna be a good day. I woke up with that on my mind and carried it through the whole school day.
Nothing was really that special about today. I woke up, went to school, then chilled with Santana. His parents were our of town for a few so it was perfect. We could lay in bed all day and do everything we couldn't when people are around.
Might even finally take it to the next level but I doubt it.
Santana was always putting me down but I knew he loved me. He just doesn't know how to express it sometimes. I know he'd hit me a few times but it was mostly my fault. I'd excuse him of cheating, which he was, then we'd fuss about it until I pushed him to hurt me.
Lately we've been good though. He's been the perfect boyfriend and I was happy about that. He wasn't angry with me anymore..
"I wish you could sleep over babe.." He told me as I laid in his arms.
"Yeah, me too.."
"Well why don't you?" He asked. "It's not anybody else is here."
"Because my parents would never let that happen!" I giggled some. "You know how they are."
"They don't have to know.." He told me. "Say you sleeping by one of ya girls then come by me.."
I don't lie to my parents. It just wasn't right. They gave me the world so the least I could do was give them my honesty.
"I can't lie to my parents.." I told him. I knew he'd get mad but I couldn't do that to them.
"Why the fuck not?" He raised his voice.
"Its just not right.." I told him. "I'm sorry.." I tried to kiss him but he just pushed me from off him.
"Know what? Leave!"
"What?" I was so confused.
"Get the fuck out my house!" He yelled. "You don't wanna be with me, somebody else will!"
"Santana calm down baby. I never said I didn't wanna be with you.." I tired to reach for his arm but he hit me instead. I expected him to stop but he didn't.
He beat the living shit out of me until I finally defended myself. I grabbed anything to hit him with and it just so happened to be one of his trophies.
When he stumbled, I took that as my opportunity to run for my life. I made it as far as the kitchen before he's caught up with me. I saw a knife on the counter and went for it.
I ended up stabbing him in the shouldered but I was aiming for the heart. He was hurt but he didn't die.
He didn't fucking die.
"Answer me!" He roared, snapping me out my thoughts and causing my anger to rise.
"You beat the shit outta me for no reason!" I yelled. "I didn't do shit to you and you beat my ass for years! I was so broken, I thought I'd never be fixed until I was.."
My mind went to Chris. How the fuck does he feel right now? Does he even know I'm missing? After what happened at the party, he probably doesn't even fucking care.
"That was tough love and you can't tell me you didn't like it cause you stayed, until somebody got into your head and made you wanna kill me!" He raised up his shirt to reveal the scar I'd left.
I didn't know what to say because I knew I couldn't win. I ran my hands through my hair, that's when I realized my ring was gone. I was pissed to the max now.
"Santana give it back!"
"Give what back?" Was this nigga actually playing stupid? "I ain't got shit for you!"
"Give me my fucking ring Santana!" I snapped. That ring was the most special thing to me and now its gone.
"I ain't go-"
"This ring?" I heard a female voice ask in the distant. "Isn't this the ring Chris gave to you?" When she got closer, I realized who it was.
