Fatal Addiction [discontinued]

Chapter 13: Part 2

India

Things got rough very quickly.

He bit, nibbled and sucked on my neck while my nails just dug into him. It was weird that he didn’t mind that I was just sweating nearly five minutes ago.

He pushed his semi-hard dick into me through my basketball shorts and that’s where this felt wrong.

I wanted Chris to hurt as much as I did when I saw him with that girl but this isn’t the way to do it. Especially not with August.

"August… s-stop."

He removed his face from my neck and looked at me with confused eyes. “What’s wrong?”

"You have to go," I pushed past him so that he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to roll down my cheeks, "I’m sorry but you need to go."

I heard him smack his lips as he walked passed me and slammed the door. Running to lock it, I sunk down and buried my face in the palms of my hands. 

I don’t know what to do.

I just sat there for maybe five minutes. I sighed at the fact that Crystal will either be home late tonight or not come home at all. It really made me want to call Chris but I’m just so upset.

I debated on whether or not I even wanted to speak to him again.

Texting Crystal, I asked if she was coming home tonight. I waited patiently until I finally heard my phone vibrate.

From: Crys

No, probably not. Marcus and I are gonna go out and do a lot tonight. But be safe Indie, I love you.

I sighed once more before texting her back an ‘I love you’ so I wouldn’t upset her but really, I wanna scream.

For some reason, I really don’t feel like being alone right now. But I couldn’t have August over without him wanting to have sex again and that would be so awkward since the first time was just a mistake.

Finally gulping down my pride, I nervously went to my contacts to find Chris’s name. Once I stopped on ‘Bitch' (that was his name after countless times of him pissing me off), I dialed the number and waited for him to answer.

After about two rings, he picked up.

Chris: Hello.

Me: Hey

Chris: Girl, ain’t it past ya bedtime?

Me: Ha… what you doing though?

Chris: Shit, nothin’ since my mom fell asleep.

Me: Aw, how has she been?

Chris: She’s good. You need to come see her though, she asks about you too damn much.

Me: Well what can I say? My finesse game stronger than yours.

Chris: Nah, you ain’t shit.

Me: Oh, I ain’t shit?

Chris: Yeah, you ain’t.

Me: Bet if you said that to me in front of your mom, she would slap yo ass.

Chris: Nah, she got my side. I’m ‘bout to slap yo duck ass for making her like you.

Me: What? How the hell am I supposed to control that?!

Chris: Haha, you better figure it out.