Chris had watched Liana fall into a deep depression for nearly two weeks. She didn't talk to him and barely ate unless Chris made her. After Alex's funeral, it's like she closed herself from the world and it was frustrating the hell out of him. "Liana, get up." He mumbled, pulling the covers from her as she laid damn near lifeless in the bed. When she shook her head, Chris sucked his teeth. "I'm not gonna tell you again man. Get the fuck up out this bed. It's not the end of the world. People die every fucking day."
As if on cue, Liana jumped from the bed, going over to Chris and slapping him as hard as she could. His cheek turned a bright red color. "I just lost my father you heartless piece of shit! If I want to wallow in my feelings then fucking let me! Instead of being a jerk, maybe you should try comforting me!"
"I tried! But you don't give a fuck! You keep shutting me the fuck out!" he spat back, finally rubbing his stinging face. "And stop putting your fucking hands on me."
"Fuck off, get out my face." She rolled her eyes, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Chris huffed, looking towards the doorway as Maurice came in, rubbing his eyes. "A nigga can't sleep in this noisy hotel room." Chris chuckled, going over to pick him up. "Where's mommy?"
"Taking a breather and getting her annoying ass emotions in check." Chris said, rolling his eyes and going in the living room. "You hungry?"
"Yeah...ooh can I call room service?!" Maurice asked excitedly, jumping off Chris lap and running towards the phone.
"Pause lil nigga, go brush ya teeth and fix up the bed because I know you didn't," Chris mumbled, raising his eyebrows. "then you can do whatever."
"Ugh, alright." Maurice rolled his eyes, stomping off back to his room and Chris smirked, shaking his head.
He heard the bathroom door fling open and hit the wall before Liana came out in the living wearing a towel. She avoided eye-contact with Chris as she went and grabbed the iron, going back in the room and slamming the door shut. Chris just laughed to himself, shaking his head and flipping the TV on. About twenty or so minutes later, Liana swung the bedroom door open and stepped out, fully dressed this time. "Where you going?" Chris asked, frowning and sitting up on the couch a little. "I said, where you going?" he asked a little louder once Liana ignored him. "Liana!"
"Fuck off." She gritted out, leaving out and slamming the door.
Chris stared at the door for a while until Maurice came out the room. "Can I order my stuff now?"
"Yeah, but wait for a second." Chris mumbled, getting up and going in the room to grab his phone. He called Liana and heard a slight buzz from the bed. "The fuck," he spat, pulling the covers back and seeing her phone going off. He rolled his eyes, hanging up and throwing his phone on the bed with hers. "Maurice!"
"What?" Maurice said, coming in the room.
"We can grab something to eat outside, go get dress." Maurice frowned and sucked his teeth but complied. "And fix that fucking attitude before I beat your ass!" Chris called out after him.
He heard Maurice mumble something before he slammed the bedroom door.
~
Chris had been over TJ's basically all day. He needed a good smoke and knew that TJ had some good weed that would clear his frustrations. He was high and feeling good and if it wasn't for Maurice complaining that he was bored, he probably would've stayed.
When they got back to the hotel, he half expected Liana to be there, ready to apologize for acting an ass earlier but he wasn't that shocked to see that she wasn't there yet. She was being a brat and he could care less about what she was doing honestly, it's not like he could get in touch with her anyway. "Daddy, I want some ice cream." Maurice mumbled, standing on the couch and began jumping on it next to Chris.
Chris eyed him for a moment, rolling his eyes. "You wanna stop jumping on the damn couch homie?"
"You wanna shut up and go get me some ice cream, homie?" Maurice mocked Chris, making him laugh.
"You get on my fucking nerves man and no, you ain't getting no ice cream with ya hyper active ass." Maurice sucked his teeth, crossing his arms and huffing. "What I tell you about that attitude?" Maurice slowly uncrossed his arms and looked at the TV blankly and Chris sighed. "What kind of ice cream you want?"
"Chocolate!" he smiled big and Chris chuckled, grabbing the phone and calling down to the kitchen, getting Maurice his ice cream.
"Go change ya clothes." He jumped off the couch and ran in his room and Chris shook his head, kicking his sneakers off and started to go in the room but heard a loud laugh outside the room before the door swung open and Liana stumbled in, holding onto some other guy. "The fuck is this?" Chris frowned and walked over, gripping Liana's arm and pulling her away from him.
"Stop yanking me like that nigga!" Liana slurred and Chris instantly smelled the alcohol on her breath. His high was officially gone and all he wanted to do was punch somebody in the face. "This is my new friend Ricky and this is my crazy baby daddy." She giggled as Chris glared between the two.
"You mean husband..." Chris mumbled, looking at her hand and doing a double take when he noticed something missing. "The fuck is your ring?"
"What?" Liana hiccupped, giggling as she looked down at her hand. "Well would you look at that." She held up her hand, pretending to analyze it before shrugging and leaning against the wall to take her heels off.
Chris frowned deepened as he looked at Ricky. "You can leave now nigga."
He chuckled, looking Chris up and down before looking at Liana. "Call me tomorrow, we can hook up again."
"Don't fucking count on it." Chris gritted, pushing him out and slamming the door. He turned and glared at Liana. "The fuck was that yo?!"
"I told you...Ricky." She laughed until he gripped her shirt, pulling off her the wall, making her stumble forward.
"Do I look like a fucking game to you?! You think you can try and fucking play me Liana?"
"Okay, you are too fucking close." She mumbled, trying to pry his hands from her clothes but he didn't budge.
"Why are you out fucking drinking and shit when you're pregnant?"
"Because I'm grown and can do whatever I fucking want! You're not my fucking dad, he's dead remember?" she pushed him back and it took everything in him to not shove her little ass through the wall.
"Where is your ring?"
"I don't know." She shrugged, leaning back on the wall.
"Why you take it off?"
"Because you were annoying me..."
"You annoy me all the fucking time but you don't see me taking my shit off!" he stepped to her, clenching his fist and Liana just laughed, pushing her hair from her face. "You know what..."
"I sure don't...but I know that I'm tired so if you don't mind." She tried to walk passed but Chris grabbed her arm, slamming her back against the wall. "Fuck is wrong with you?!" she shouted at him, frowning.
"Bitch you!" he shouted back. "I'm getting so fucking tired of you acting like this Liana! I've been here trying to help your stupid ass and all you doing is going out and showing your ass! The fuck you want? Some attention?"
"No," Liana started slowly, trying to shrug from his grasp. "what I want is to go to bed, so again, if you don't mind..."
"Okay, fuck it and fuck you." He spat, letting her go and going back over to put his shoes back on.
"So you leaving?" she asked, smirking. "Fine then Chris, do you. I don't fucking need this shit anyway. All we do is fight and I'm honestly tired of it." She chuckled lightly, shrugging. "And since we're being so fucking honest tonight, I went out and had a great fucking time baby. I had so many drinks and danced with a bunch of nigga's all night." She walked over to him. "And Ricky? He was one of the guys I was dancing with, he bought me a few drinks and then I took him outside and we fucked in that sexy ass car of his and guess what?" she asked, getting right in his face. "I enjoyed every fucking bit of it."
