Chapter 19

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by baebahja

by baebahja

"GoodMorning baby." I heard Chres say coming downstairs in his work uniform. He kissed me on the cheek and headed out the door. I shook my head and called Prod j.

"Where you at?" I stressed. He laughed. "GoodMorning to yo ass too baby sis....oh yeah I slept well." He said sarcastic. I rolled my eyes. "Yeahh yeahh all that extra stuff but hurry up I don't wanna be late for school." I wined. He hung up the phone and I heard a horn hunk.

I ran outside and got in his car. "You look cute today." Prod j said to me. I smiled and thanked him. He drove off to school. Then he started to talk . "How you and Chres doing?" I just nodded. He shook his head. "WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE JUDGE ME!" I yelled at Prod j. "Because you shouldn't be dating him. He's to old for you anyways. And you know mom dosnt approve of him neither does da-" I cut him off

"I DIDNT ASK FOR ANYONE TO APPROVE OF US! WE ARE FINE AND AGE IS NOTHING BUT A GOD DAMN NUMBER!" I screamed lifting my arm up to cover my face. I felt my sleeve fall a little then quickly remember that Chres gave me a bruise on my wrist. I pulled it down but Prod J had already saw it. He slammed on brakes making the cars hunk their horns and go around us like maniacs. "What happened, and don't lie." He said through his teeth. I looked down not wanting to talk. "Look at me!" He exclaimed. I quickly looked at him.

"Chres just got a little upset." I said looking down. "HE SHUT NEVER PUT HIS HAND ON YOU! NO MATTER HOW "UPSET" HE GETS!" Prod screamed making me tear up. He turned the car around and sped off to a direction I haven't went in a while. We pulled up to the house that use to be mines and I saw a familiar car outside of it.

Prod j parked the car and came over and snatched me out. "I don't wanna go in there! "I exclaimed. He kept pushing me into the house. We didn't even knock Prod j walked right in. I saw My dad, my mom, uncle Prince, Ray, and Jay. They all looked at us. "Why arnt y'all at school. "My mom asked us. I was quiet. "Trinity is getting abused. "Prod said blankly. Everyone gasped. "No I'm not!" I exclaimed. My mom walked over to me. "Take off your jacket sweetie." My Mom said. I shook my head. She kept asking and I kept telling her no.

Then I heard angry footsteps coming toward me. I saw my dad and he look angry as ever. He pushed my mom out of the way and snatched my jacket off. "STOP!!" I screamed! He then ripped my shirt off and there I was standing there with just my bra on and all the bruises covering my chest down to my waist. "Who did this!" My dad screamed. I was quiet. "Trinity who did this?" He said much calmer. Then I just broke down. "CHRESANTO! CHRESANTO! CHRESANTO! HE DID THIS! HE ALWAYS TOLD ME HE WAS GOING TO QUIT BUT HE NEVER DID!" I cried. I fell to the floor crying my eyes out. My dad got on the floor with me and held me. "HOW COULD ANYONE PUT UP WITH THIS MUCH TORTURE! "I cried into his chest. I stayed there until I fell asleep......

Prod j POV✨

I was so fucking pissed! This nigga think he can beat my sister and get away with it!? Got another thing coming! I though as I pulled up to his job....

Nyaa back!
I really missed yall Tbh.
But yea I'm mad and I'm the nigga writing the story lol.

Couldn't be be getting beat cause my reflexes would of been toooo quick on Chres ass

Yeah but should Trinity stay with Chres? Or naa?