“You’re mad for no fucking reason Chris, shit!” Liana’s voice echoed through the room. Her and Chris had been arguing on and off for hours. She decided she wasn’t going to tell him how it was somewhat his fault that she was doing drugs. She wanted him to figure it out for himself. The reasons were pretty obvious, but since she wouldn’t tell him; he just walked around mad, giving her hard stares every now and again, and mumbling words underneath his breath.
“I don’t give a fuck anymore and stop screaming like you done lost ya mind.” Chris spat. Liana rolled her eyes. “Roll them again…”
Liana rolled them again then chuckled, but her smile faded when he snatched her up and pinned against the wall. “Chris, get the fuck off of me!”
“Or what bitch?”
“Yet you wonder why I do what I do!” Liana yelled, shoving him only for him to shove her back. Her back hit the wall hard. She looked at him, staring deep into his eyes before walking away and heading towards the closet. Liana grabbed a suitcase but before she could do anything with it, Chris appeared in the closet.
“Where you going?” He mumbled quietly. His posture might not have shown it, but his mind was racing.
“I’m tired of this Chris! You are part of the reason I’m on drugs and you’ll never believe it because you just think you’re perfect! But you’re not Chris!” Liana cried. She grabbed some clothes off the hangers and shoved them into the suitcase.
“You’re not going anywhere Liana.”
“Yes I am! I can’t take this no more. I thought I could stick it out because of my love for you, but you don’t even appreciate me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Chris walked over to her slowly and wiped them.
“I do appreciate you.” Chris whispered.
“Then why are you always threatening me? Why do you treat me like shit? Why are you always putting me down? I’m your wife Chris! Yet in your eyes, I’m just your bitch! That’s all you do is call me out my name. Even today in public you did. Do you know how embarrassing that shit was?”
“Do you know how embarrassing that shit was for you to tell her that I’m the reason you’re on drugs when you know it was Rashad’s fault?!” Chris argued. Liana looked at him in disgust then continued packing up some of her stuff. He took the shirt out her hand and threw it then pushed over the suitcase. “You’re not going anywhere! We going to talk about this.”
“Talk about what Chris? What the fuck is there to talk about? You don’t want to fucking talk; you just want to be in control. You want to feel some type of power. I’m your wife Chris! Why the fuck do you treat me like this?!” Liana hollered, pushing him away from her and walking past him back into the bedroom.
“I don’t treat you like anything, Li.” Chris said as he sat down next to her.
“You treat me like I’m nothing, you disrespect me on a daily basis and even if you don’t always put your hands on me, you still mentally and emotionally fuck me up when you call me out my name. You constantly belittle me and make me feel this big.” She used her index finger and thumb, moving them close together to gesture how small he made her feel.
Chris stared at her for a minute, then, he closed his eyes and ran his fingers over his face. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled genuinely.
“Sorry isn’t good enough anymore Chris.”
“Why didn’t you just come to me and tell me how you felt instead of turning to drugs?” Chris asked raising his voice a slight bit.
“Because you’re not the easiest person to talk to; I would have been like ‘Chris why do you act like that’and you would have been like‘stop whining, Liana, you act like a big ass baby’.”
“No the fuck I wouldn’t have!”
“Yes you would’ve and you know it!” She screamed back. “I liked the way the drugs made me feel. So when I felt like shit, I would use the drugs to make me feel better. Eventually it became a habit and I wasn’t only using it to hide my pain but also just because it felt good, and don’t get me wrong Chris, I’m not saying it’s all your fault, because it’s not, but some of it has to do with the way you treat me.”
Chris didn’t say anything back and Liana dried her tears. They sat there in silence for a while. Chris was in a deep thought. He felt bad, but at the same time he was confused. He didn’t see anything wrong with the way he talked to Liana until now. He never knew she felt this way.
Liana got up and headed back towards the closet. Chris just sat there with his face in his hands. About ten minutes later, she came out rolling the suitcase. “Why you leaving me Liana?” Chris asked, for the first time, he sounded broken.
“I’m not; I just think we need space for a while. I can’t get better if I’m still around some of the factors of me doing drugs. I’ma just go to a hotel or my dad’s house for a while.”
“What if I go get help Li?” Chris asked. His voice was slight and cracking. He sounded as if he was about to breakdown. He no longer felt any anger, he was just sad.
“I think that’ll be best for our relationship, but we still need space.”
“Liana, please don’t leave me.” Chris begged, tears threatened to fall but he sniffed them back up. “I’m nothing without you Li. I know I don’t appreciate you enough, but I’ll start, I promise. I’ll go to get help, I’ll treat you better, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, but just don’t leave me Liana.”
Liana walked over to Chris. She hugged him tight and kissed him passionately. “I love you.” She whispered then walked out the room.
~
“Watch out, there’s glass over there.” TJ warned Maurice. They had just got back from TJ house. TJ had came to drop Maurice back off. He called first but didn’t get answers, so he just walked in and soon figured out why nobody answered the phone. There was glass everywhere, smashed dishes, broken beer bottles, broken vases. “What the hell…” TJ mumbled.
“What happened?” Maurice asked TJ.
“Either someone was upset or your mommy and daddy had a great time making babies.” TJ chuckled, picking Maurice up so he didn’t step on the glass. “Let’s go find your dad.” They went upstairs; surprisingly nothing up there was broke. TJ walked into Chris’ room, he was laid out on the bed. His hands were bloody and his arms had a few cuts on them. TJ walked out and put Maurice in his room. “Stay in here and play the game. I’ma go see wassup with ya daddy alright?” Maurice nodded and TJ walked back into Chris room, sitting on the bed. “Bro…” TJ said.
“Hm?” Chris grunted, taking the pillow from over his head. His eyes had bags under them and his cheeks were all puffy. It looked as if he had been crying for a while.
“Is somebody dead nigga?” TJ asked.
“Shee leftt mee broooooos,” Chris slurred. “my baybay gone gone awaaaaaay. She don’t love me no more.”
“What happened?” TJ asked refraining from laughing at Chris’ drunken words.
“She’s far, far away and I’ll do anything just to see her face.” Chris sang.
TJ shook his head, staring at him. He grabbed the pillow and put it back on top of Chris head. “Go to sleep bro.”
