Sugar Coated

3. Ohhh Chris.

3. Ohhh Chris.

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"I'm takin' a shower. Have dinner made please." He said as he walked down the hall to grab a towel out of the little closet in the hall, and heading into the bathroom. All day he's been so... kind. Still affirmative but not doing anything to me.

I just got up and walked to the fridge, pulling out a frozen lasagna and putting it in the oven. I didn't feel like cooking, I'd much rather be talking to Chris.

We've been talking all day, just through text but it's a lot better than sitting in silence, just watching Anthony. Thankfully Chris didn't stop by but I did see him walk by the house through the living room window. I didn't even want to imagine what Anthony would have done.

9:19 p.m. -Chris: Open your door, I wanna see you right quick ;)

I heard a small knock on the door and just wanted to die.

"Who's that?!" Anthony yelled from the bathroom.

"It was just me hitting the cabinet on accident!" Please buy that. Please just buy it and go take your shower.

"Oh. Okay." He said turning the shower on. Thank you for being a dumb ass and buying such a terrible story. I can barely reach the cabinets but that's besides the point. I unhooked the chain and peeped my head through the small space and saw Chris standing there with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered as I looked at him alarmed and surprised.

"Just wanted to stop by. Why we whispering?" He asked with a chuckle. His eyes focusing more on something. "What's wrong with your cheek?" He asked pushing the door more open and gently holding my face steady in his hands. "Oh my God, that's a bruise. Hennessy what's going on?"

"Shhh, please I'm begging you to please be really quiet." Oh my God. I'm going to die. I'm going to die tonight because once Anthony sees Chris standing here, I'm just gonna be dead. "Come here." I said pulling free from his hands and grabbing his wrist, leading him to my room where the basement stairs were. "Go down there and I'll explain things, just please keep quiet." I whispered to him. He nodded his head and went down.

I went back to the kitchen and set the timer on the oven for 45 minutes. Anthony usually takes long showers so I should be good as far as dinner goes. Just as long as Chris and Anthony aren't in view of each other, I think I'll live.

"Why did you stop by?" I asked closing the door to the basement. Our basement was furnished and I used to sleep down here while Anthony was doing his deals but lately, I've been forced to share a bed with him... not pleasant in the slightest bit.

"Because I wanted to chill with you. Explain what's really goin' on. You got me worried." He said taking a seat on the bed and motioning for me to take a seat next to him. I wish the lock was back on the door to this room, it would put me more at ease knowing Anthony was locked out.

"You know how I have a boyfriend right?" He nodded. "Well he does things like this to me-"

"Henn-"

"I know. I already know what you're going to say but there's nothing I can do. I can't leave because he always gets me back. Cops haven't done anything and I'm too scared to do anything to him. Let's say I shot him, what if it didn't kill him immediately? I don't even want to think of what he would do to me." The thoughts of killing him came to mind all the time. I never followed through because I was scared of jail and if I didn't kill him, I know he would torture me. Anthony has learned to control me by instilling fear in me.