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Hey everyone! Before I repost this story I'm going to introduce myself. My name is Aumani aka Mani and I'm from New Orleans. I used to post stories on the PRMB but they closed down so I'm here now. :)This story is on the other Pleasure P message board but no one goes on there..mainly because no one knows about it so I'm going to post it on here and see what ya'll think. I'm not sure how to post pics and things just yet so bear with me people. Anyways, I'm going to add later because my laptop is about to go dead. Just want to give ya'll a heads up on whats coming. lolz :D
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Hey, my name is Christina but most people just call me Christi and I’m 17 years old. I am currently residing in Miami, Florida with my mother and my two younger siblings, my sister Faith , 5, and my twin brother Christopher aka Chris , 17. My mother had dreams of becoming a doctor and started to go back to school, but after my father left us she couldn’t afford to fulfill her dreams and decided to just put her children through school. She sadly resorted to prostitution and drugs. Every night she came home either drunk or high and smelling like sex. It was sad to see her go through this but she always provided for her children. Besides that, things were normal. Chris and I made sure that Faith never knew what was really going on with mom, and we continued our high school lives as normal. This year was going by smooth, that is, until I met him. He was so sweet at first and we did everything together. Some people say we made the perfect couple. No one, not even I, would have ever imagined that he would have turned into someone so obsessed.
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Christi’s POV
I couldn’t believe this shit; I was back where I started. Everything was so perfect when I first met him. I never would have thought things would come down to this. I looked around searching for a way out but it was so dark. I sat there for a second thinking. Where was I? I knew it was his doing because his scent filled the air. It was a smell so familiar to me. It used to be the symbol of calmness and love. Now, it was the symbol of destruction and fear. I looked in the distance and saw a small thin strip of light coming through an opening on the floor. It had to be a door, what else could it be? I quickly crawled to the light and pulled myself up against the door. Before opening it, I stopped to listen if I heard any noise; to my surprise, it was quiet. I slowly opened it and peered out of the dark hold to try to get an idea of where I was. I looked around the foreign room, but I didn’t recognize anything. This place was so new to me. I quietly stepped out of the door searching for an exit. After about five minutes of roaming the quiet room, I saw it. Freedom was just two steps away from me as a smile of joy and relief slightly spread across my face. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps as if someone was stumbling. Next, was the sound of glass crashing and a door being opened. I heard my name being called but it wasn’t clear, it sounded slurred. At that moment, I realized he was there. His yells got louder and louder as the door of the room I had previously been in was slammed. I rushed to open the door but it seemed jammed. As I heard him get closer, I pulled even harder but the door wouldn’t budge.
I stopped trying to force it open when I heard an almost demonic voice arise from behind me. “Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’?” I slowly turned around to see my ex staring at me with venomous, bloodshot eyes. I said nothing so he asked again. This time, I answered.
“I’m going home, now could you please open the damn door so I can be on my way.”
He looked down as if he was disappointed and let out a deep sigh. “Why are you trying to leave me Christi?”
I threw him my “what the fuck are you talkin’ about” look. “Umm, correction but I’ve been left your stalkin’ psychotic ass” I growled.
He chucked a little to himself. As he walked closer, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He pulled me closer to him by my waist. “What’s your problem, huh? Why can’t you just stay here with me? You know you still love me.” His grip on me was getting tighter.
“Ouch, Aubrey stop!” I pushed him off of me and watched as he tried to regain his balance. He was clearly wasted because it took him a while to recover. “Look, I don’t know what kind of game you call yourself playing but I’m done!” I must have said it pretty loud because he jumped back as if I had shocked him. After that, he just stared at me. His look went from pity to anger in a matter of seconds. “Ok, I see you are going to make this difficult…I’m going to try this one more time. Open the door please so that I can be on my way”, I stated with more aggressiveness in my voice. He didn’t move a muscle besides clenching his jaw. I tried one last time to open the door but gave up as quickly as I had begun. I ran to the nearest window and kicked it out and started to climb out of it until I heard a loud grunt. I glanced back and saw Aubrey running toward me at full speed. Before I could fully make my escape, I felt pain piercing through my arm. I held on to the ledge of the window tight to keep from being pulled back into the house. The glass was ripping my hands open but my main concern was to not get pulled back into his destructive grip. Eventually, I failed. He pulled me so roughly that I thought my arm had popped out of place. He reached back to punch me but I ducked and punched him in the balls. He folded over in pain as I ran back to the window to escape. This time this nigga grabbed my ankle.
“Let me go!” I shouted as I kicked him in the face as hard as I could. He fell backwards; his face was splattered with blood. I kind of felt bad, but I got over it quickly. He wasn’t about to damn near kill me.
I climbed completely out of the window and started running in the direction I thought my home might be. I wasn’t really focused on where I was going, I just wanted to get far away before he came back to his senses. After what seems like an hour of running, I stopped to catch my breath. I looked around but I didn’t recognize anything. I was lost and it was already really dark. I patted my pockets and bra to see if I had my cell phone but it wasn’t there. I dug deep in my pockets for some money and found none.
“Ugh, no money, no phone, and I’m lost. That’s great! Now how am I going to get home?”
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Christi POV
I walked until I found a payphone and quickly ran to it forgetting that I had no money.
“Damn!” I whispered as I looked around the surrounding are in search on at least one quarter. Finally in a last attempt I squeezed two fingers inside of the coin return of the payphone to discover two quarters, one American and one Canadian. Well one was no use but I kept it anyways. The other was shoved quickly into the payphone as I proceeded to make my call. I knew that I had only one chance to get home by tonight and I shouldn’t waste it on someone who I knew was sleeping; so I decided to call one of my best friends, Trey. He always stayed up late I wondered why though. Well, no time to think about that now.
“H-Hello” he sounded as if he was out of breath and in the background I could hear female moaning.
“I know this nigga didn’t answer the phone while fuckin’. That’s just nasty.” I whispered so I knew he couldn’t hear.
“Who is this? ...Damn girl, slow down.”
“It’s me Trey! Can you come pick me up please?” I said trying to keep calmness in my voice so that he wouldn’t be able to tell how scared I actually was.
“Christina where are you?” he asked. He sounded very jumpy.
“Umm...that’s a good question.” I responded. I looked around for street signs and saw one in the distance. I took a couple steps away from the phone and squinted my eyes.
“I’m at 4th Street and Mark Avenue.”
“4th and Mark?”
“Yes!” I shouted getting annoyed by the sex sounds and even more fearful of my surroundings.
“Girl, what the fuck are you doin’ over there? Please don’t tell me you alone.” He started to sound nervous.
“Look, just come and get me please.” I begged, this time I didn’t sound so calm. I was on the brink of tears as I realized that I possibly was in more danger thought.
“I’m on my way, ok?” I heard some girl in the background asking what was wrong, but he politely cussed her out and told her to leave. “Look Christi, whatever you do, don’t…”
The phone had hung up. “Oh shit!” was all that came to my mind. “Don’t do what?” I thought. Suddenly, I heard gunshots in the distance. I quickly dived to the ground and stayed there for about one minute just motionless. When I thought it was safe to sit up, I did so, and continued to patiently wait for him.
After about five minutes, a car pulled up and he jumped out running towards me. I slowly rose to my feet and started walking towards him. He wasted no time picking me up and carrying me to his car. The whole ride was silent. I peered out of the window trying to remember how I got to this point.
Flashback
I was chillin’ by my best friend Meagan aka Applez’s house. Everyone called her that because she had a big ass apple shaped head. She didn’t like it at first but after she realized that we weren’t going to stop calling her that she got used to it. Anyways, we were sitting in her living room chillaxin and eating some cookies and cream ice cream when Marcus crazy ass walked through the door.
“Christi, girl what are you doing here?” A broad smile spread across his face. I just laughed at him.
“You know what I’m doing here. I came to eat ya’ll ice cream and chill with my bestie. But since ya bighead ass walked through the door I better go because I don’t want to drift into ya’ll orbit.” I looked back at Applez. She wasn’t paying attention to the joke that was also thrown her way. I got up and walked to the kitchen to wash my bowl and spoon before I left. While rinsing the bowl, Marcus purposely bumped into me causing me to get water on the front of my shirt right above my bellybutton.
“Ugh, boy watch where you goin’.” I sighed as I patted my soaked shirt with a dry towel.
“Girl, you in my house I can do whatever I want to. I could close my eyes and walk around naked if I wanted to.” He chuckled at the sight of me still attempting to dry my shirt.
“Whatever.” I didn’t look at him. “I should make you come over here and blow your hot ass breath on my shirt so it can dry faster”
Without a word he walked over to me and got on his knees. He got closer and touched my shirt. I looked at him in shock. He lightly blew on the wet spot. I shivered and stepped back into the counter. He pulled me closer and lifted my shirt a little. Before I could say anything or push him away, he started kissing and licking around my belly button slowly moving downwards. The lower he got the wetter I became. His hands started to explore my body as a soft moan escaped my mouth signaling to him that I was enjoying it, but right before he reached his final destination I came back to reality. What the fuck was I doing? My best friend was in the next room and I’m in her kitchen about to get pleasured by her boy friend. Ugh, I gotta get out of here. I quickly pushed him backwards making him land flat on his back and raced out of the kitchen. I grabbed my purse and made up a quick excuse to Applez of why I was leaving so abruptly.
“Well, let me walk you to the door.” She turned off the television and walked me to the door. I gave her a hug only to see Marcus standing in the background licking his lips lustfully at me. “Be careful girl, we both know you can’t drive.” She said jokingly. I nudged her.
“Oh shut up nobody asked you how I drove.” We both laughed as I walked down the steps to my car I opened my door and looked up to see Applez screaming and waving her hands. Then all of a sudden I felt weak and my world went black.
End of Flashback
Trey’s POV
I looked over at Christi and she had this really serious look on her face. I could tell she was thinking hard about something. Now usually I’m not rude enough to interrupt someone’s train of thought but I need some answers. I called her name; she didn’t answer. I called her name again, this time louder and she still said nothing so I grabbed her hand to get her attention. She flinched and let out a short scream as she pulled her hand away from me. I slowed down, turned on the lights, and looked at her hand. It was covered with blood and had a medium sized gash between her thumb and index finger. It looked pretty deep but I had her attention. She stared at me as I came to a complete stop in front of my house. She looked out of the window.
“Could you please bring me to Applez’s house so that I can get my car?”
She stared blankly into space as if she was talking to someone else. I damn sure didn’t want to tick her off so I did as she said. As we arrived to Applez’s house, I asked her the question that had been bugging me every since I talked on the phone with her.
“Christi, why were you on that side of town?”
“Because…” she spoke softly and I could tell that she was tired and didn’t want to talk but I didn’t care.
“Even better question…Who did that to you?” I pointed to her hand.
“I-It was Aub-“ Before she could finish her sentence she was cut off by Applez swinging open the car door.
Applez’s POV
I was worried about Christi all day. Scenes from that afternoon replayed over and over again in my mind. I called the police and after almost an hour wait those useless mothafuckas came talking about there is no evidence so they can do nothing but report her missing. I was depressed all day. It was going on 8 o’clock and I still haven’t heard from her. I called Trey, her mom, Chris, even her no good ass dad and nobody knew where she was. Damn, I hope she ok. Whoever that nigga is that took her better believe that it isn’t over. Nobody kidnaps my best friend and gets away with that shit. We had been like sisters since kinder garden. I still remember the day we met.
Flashback
We were all watching a movie, I think it was Barney or some shit, but we were given chocolate chip cookies as a snack. I was minding my own business when I accidentally dropped my cookie on the floor but before I could pick it up, that fat ass Tremaine ate it. He said that he thought that I didn’t want it. Ugh, I was so mad that I started crying. So Christi split her cookie with me. She was so nice from the get go and Trey always was greedy. Ever since then, we have been best friends, inseparable.
End of Flashback
The 10 o’clock, news came on and her picture was on the television as a missing person damn where could she be. I called her cell phone but she never answered. By 12 o’clock, I was biting my nails. Marcus was giving me a massage and trying to calm me down but I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked out of the window and saw her car still like she left it. I closed the doors, picked up the keys, and locked it because if someone would have stolen my girl car all hell would have broke loose. I looked for clues around the spot where she was abducted but there were none. By 12:30 tears were falling. Marcus tried his best to comfort me but I almost knew that she was dead. I started thinking. Whoever did this knows all of us well because he fucked up the wiring on my car and Marcus’s car so we couldn’t chase. Also, they covered the license plate of the getaway vehicle. How would they know that she would be here at this time? Who knew her so well?
By 1 o’clock, I was pacing the floor and Marcus was losing patience with me.
“Meagan calm the fuck down. Ya girl is a soldier. She can fight better than half of my niggas so you know she ok. She gutta man you need to chill.” He started to raise his voice.
“Who the fuck you raisin’ ya voice at nigga?! If this was one of ya boys you would be out there tryin’ to kill random people. Shit you would be in jail and I would be postin’ bail right about now. Only thing is I’m not about to walk around this crazy ass neighborhood at almost 1:30 in the morning! You know what; just go to bed because I don’t feel like arguing right now.”
I looked out of the window and saw headlights. It looked like Trey’s car. I looked for a couple more seconds and ran full speed out the house with Marcus on my heels trying to catch me. He must have thought that I was trying to run away or something. By the time he did catch up with me, I had already swung the door of Trey’s car open and embraced my best friend as if he had been gone for years. I examined her face and saw a small cut but when I saw her hand my blood started boiling but I didn’t let it show on my face. I pulled her out of the car as Trey cut if off.
“You have to tell me every detail of what happened. Who was it? Where do they live? Why didn’t you answer ya cell phone? I called like 100 times. How did you get in touch with Trey? Why didn’t you call me? What happened to your face and hands? Do you need to go to the hospital? When do you want to go back and slice that nigga like a piece of cake?”
By the time I finished asking the questions we were already inside the house and she was seated on the couch with all three of us surrounding her like flies on honey. Marcus ran to get her some bandages but he realized that the cut on her hand was too deep.
“Ey you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” he asked with so much concern in his voice it shocked me. He always says how he hates my friends and doesn’t care if they fall off of a cliff. I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.
After he bandaged her hand and she told us everything that we wanted to know, I was relieved that it wasn’t some bad ass goon nigga that I had to kill. Aubrey was a soft ass nerd he could be taken down in 20 minutes. I looked up at Trey and he was staring into space with this mean ass look on his face. Marcus sounded like he was pissed but this nigga had a smile on his face. Hmmm I wonder why? Talk about being bipolar.
Christi’s POV
Damn I’m tired. I just want to go home and go to sleep. I got a horrible migraine and these questions are driving me crazy. I tuned out for a minute, put my head down, and let out a sigh. When I did tune back in, Applez was talking about moving to Atlanta. I gave her a look.
“Well bye to you too.”
She giggled. “You know I’m not going anywhere without my other half.”
Marcus was all cheesed up, apparently not paying attention to whom she was looking at. “All baby, I love you too.” He blurted.
She threw him a confused look. “Nigga I’m not talkin bout you.” His smile faded and he turned to mean mug me.
Meanwhile, I was laughing my ass off. “You shouldn’t assume nigga.” I laughed.
“Man I ain’t even trippin ova ya fuckin’ lesbians.” He whispered.
“Excuse me!” Applez shouted. “Ya mama a lesbian!”
Trey smiled a little then got up and walked outside and quietly closed the door.
“What’s wrong with him?” Applez questioned. She looked at me then at the closed door. “What you told that boy?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing, he probably gone back to his hoes.”
Applez raised one eyebrow. “Hmm somebody seems a bit jealous.”
“Who? Me? Could never be, I’m just saying. That’s nasty.” I rolled my eyes and looked at her. We both laughed.
“Anyways I’m glad to see that you are ok.” She smiled and started walking towards the stairs. Marcus followed as I rose to my feet.
“Um, Meagan where are my keys.” I sighed.
“You don’t need them you are staying here tonight.” She replied without looking back at me.
She started walking up the stairs as Marcus turned and smiled at me. “Fareal, Applez I need my keys now.” I said with a bit of an attitude. By that time she was already up the stairs.
“Marcus, show her the guest room.” She yawned and walked into her room. Marcus stopped, turned around, and grabbed my hand with a smile. I pulled my hand back.
“I don’t think I’m going to get lost, just walk, I’ll follow.”
He sucked his teeth and walked ahead of me into the guest room. When we reached it, he rudely swung opened the door and stood there staring at me. I rolled my eyes because I wasn’t in the mood for his stupidity. He got the message, walked off into Applez room, and slammed the door. I don’t know what got into him but oh well I don’t care. I walked into the guest room and collapsed on the bed. In less than 5 minutes, I was sleep.
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Thx ma, I'll add some more tomorrow. Got some buzii to take care of tonight.lolz
I think I have silent readers...or maybe I just have one reader. :(
Thx 4 tha support. :D
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nobody wanna hear this shit
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Then dont read it...simple as that.
Blizzard Da Snowman said:nobody wanna hear this shit
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Marcus’s POV
I wasn’t too happy about walking ahead of her. There was no view at all and baby girl was looking good besides the cuts and scrapes. When we reached the door of the guest room, I stopped and looked at her. She smartly rolled her eyes so I got pissed and walked off. Man, fuck her. I walked in my baby’s room; she was half asleep and I was hard so she had to wake up. I lay down next to her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled at me before kissing me back. I took this as my opportunity to make the move. I kissed her passionately as I eventually moved down to her spot. By then, she was fully awake. I removed her top as I made my way down to her breasts. My hands started searching her body until they found their way to her “wetness”. I slowly entered one hand into her pants and rubbed her clit. She was so wet and I could tell that she loved it by the way she moaned in my mouth. That right there turned me on even more. I stopped rubbing her clit and slowly pumped two fingers deep inside her. I continued licking and sucking her nipples until they were hard. When they were just like I wanted them I moved back up to her mouth placed a final kiss on her lips. I eased my way down to her belly button as she moaned out on pleasure for me to keep going. I ran my tongue around her lips as I moved my fingers faster and in more of a circular motion. She bit her bottom lip and I continued to tease her. After about 30 more seconds of teasing and making her want me more, I decided she was wet enough. I went straight to business. I spread her legs wider and started eating her out like there was no tomorrow. She screamed in pleasure as my fingers and tongue invaded her tight wet pussy. I sped up in attempt to make her cum and in less than 5 minutes she had. Her body started shaking and her moans got louder as she warned me that was about to cum but I ignored her and kept going until she exploded all of her sweet juices all over my face and fingers. I licked her pussy clean of her juices as she recovered from her orgasm. I was just about to clean my fingers of her sweetness, but she grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers clean. I was shocked. She kissed me passionately as she unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my manhood. She gently stroked it which just made him get even harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my manhood deep inside of her. She pushed back and winced in pain. I apologized but I’m not sure of I meant it. She was so tight, maybe because we hadn’t fucked in weeks. Anyways, I pumped in an out of her slowly at first so that she could get used to my size but after about 10 minutes I picked up the pace. She dug her nails into my arm as I beat her walls. After a while, I flipped her over and started beating her up from behind. She threw her head back as I pulled her hips roughly back and forth on my dick. She dipped her back so that I could get deeper. I pulled her hair and sped up. Our sounds filled the room. Two hours later we were still going at it. She had come 5 times already but I was holding back big time. By now I had her on the wall and she was on the verge of another orgasm. I felt her walls contracting on my dick so I slowed down. I was going to make her beg for this one.
“What’s my name baby?”I asked with strain in my voice trying to keep my composure and from the pain of her nails digging in my back.
“Marcus.” She moaned lightly. But that wasn’t good enough for me. So I sped up.
“Louder.” I actually wanted to wake up Christina to let her know what she was missing out on. This time she screamed my name even louder, so loud that I knew that she heard it and maybe the neighbors too. She came hard all over me as I came in her. She shivered as I felt her body go limp. I carried her over to the bed, covered out naked bodies, and laid next to her. She was fast asleep and soon I was right along with her.
The Next Morning
Applez’s POV
I woke up the next day at almost 12 in the afternoon. I walked in the bathroom and took a long shower. I knew Christi was still here because I had her keys under my mattress. After taking my shower and doing all of the necessary hygiene things I decided to just put on some shorts and I t-shirt. I was expecting to go anywhere for a while so why not be comfy. I pulled my hair into a neat ponytail and skipped downstairs. When I got down there Christi and Marcus were sitting together on the sofa watching cartoons and eating pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Marcus was also feeding Christi! My mouth dropped open.
“What the hell are ya’ll doin?” I asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Baby, wait I can expla-“ Marcus started but I cut him off.
“WHO COOKED BREAKFAST?! AND THERE BETTER BE SOME IN THERE FOR ME!” I yelled. How dare they make and eat breakfast without me. Marcus’s expression changed dramatically from surprised to puzzled. Christi started laughing while I gave Marcus a suspicious glare. I raised my other eyebrow.
“What were you going to explain?” I asked him, looking him directly in the eyes.
“Man, I thought that you thought that Christ and I were try-“ he started again but was cut off by Christi.
“Negro, please. If I could feed myself I would. The only reason why I even considered you to do it for me was because Applez was sleep and she would probably eat all of it herself before I get a taste.”
She raised up her re-bandaged hands and smiled at me.
“Besides you feed people in slow motion. My food was getting all cold and shit because of you.” She poked.
I laughed at her greediness as I sashayed into the kitchen to get me some breakfast even though it wasn’t breakfast anymore; it was more like lunch. After making my plate, I walked into the living room and sat next to Marcus. Christi had moved to the lounging chair and was picking at her bandages to view her healing hands. Marcus kissed me and stole a piece of my bacon. He thinks he slick but whatever. He better be happy that I love him.
“Ouch!..Eww it’s white and nasty lookin.” She shrieked.
We both looked up at her and made a face.
“Ugh, you nasty girl take that in another room. Do you have to do that right there, right now?” Marcus asked with a disgusted face.
“Must ya’ll do that right there, right now?” she asked reflecting the same expression
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I laughed. It’s just not normal when those two aren’t on the brink of an argument.
“It’s my house; I can do what I want to do. Remember the conversation in the kitchen we had about that? he snorted.
She rolled her eyes and got up from her seat.
“Man whatever. Kiss my ass, remember that.” she spat at him with a huff. “Look Meagan, I’ma ask yo ass one mo gin where is my keys?” She placed her hands on her hips forgetting the injuries. Strangely, they didn’t seem to bother her. She didn’t flinch or anything. I just sat and stared at her while I continued to eat my lunchfast.
“Who you think you are now?...Plies? And how the hell you gona drive if you can’t feed yourself because of the pain?” He asked with a smart grin.
“Now that, my lopsided head friend is none of ya business.” She forced a smile and turned toward me.
“Where are my keys?” she wined
“I’m not telling because you not bouta try to drive and get yaself killed.” I mumbled with a mouth full of food.
“Ok mama. Damn, so what am I supposed to do here? Sit and watch you guys slob each other down all day?” she folded her arms like a little kid and pouted.
“Watch and learn.” Marcus grinned.
He kissed me but I quickly broke the kiss. It didn’t matter to him; he just continued to move down to my neck.
“Stop bein so rude.” I fussed. But he started to move down closer to my spot.
I decided to move before he started something again. I noticed Christi looking around the living room in different little places that would be great to hide keys.
“Look ya’ll do you I’m going upstairs and watch t.v.” she said as she started walking upstairs. She was still looking around in little hiding places but I knew she would never find them. Before I could tell her anything, Marcus pulled me by the waist and had pulled me into a passionate kiss. I heard her footsteps go upstairs and the guest room door close. I figured she was ok so I finished my make-out session with Marcus.
Christi’s POV
I walked upstairs and went straight into Marcus and Applez’s room. It was a mess but I ignored that and quickly lifted the mattress. There were my keys. I picked them up stashed them in my bra as I quickly walked out of their room into the guest room and accidentally slammed the door. I stood frozen in that spot to see if they would say anything but after a couple of seconds, I moved on into the guest room. I quickly gathered all of my belongings and casually walked down the stairs and walked past them on the sofa. I hopped down the steps and opened my car. When I got inside, I looked to my left and saw Applez running to the car. I frantically put the key in the ignition and drove off before she opened the car door. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my bestie but I don’t like her boyfriend. Also, I need to handle some business.
I drove directly to my house. On the way there, I thought of excuses of why I looked like I did and why I wasn’t there. I knew that if I told Chris the real reason, he would try to kill Aubrey with his bare hands and I couldn’t risk that. Chris could fight, but Aubrey is crazy as hell. As I pulled up in front of the house, I saw Faith. She made direct eye contact with me then sprinted into the house. By the time I finished parking and exiting the car, Chris was face to face with me. He looked relieved but upset at the same time. Strangely, he didn’t ask questions. He hugged me and led me inside to mom who was fast asleep on the sofa.
“Mom, Christina is home” he quickly announced before ducking off into his room pulling me with him. He sat on the tip of his bed as I flopped into his huge army fatigued bean bag chair. All I could think was “Here we go with the questions” again. It was like a replay with Applez all over again. Before he could flood me with questions, I heard a small knock at his bedroom door. I automatically knew who it was; saved by the little sister.
“Come in Fay” he calmly called.
She quietly and quickly pranced into the room with a smile and found her way into my arms.
“What happen Crissy?” She asked with young curiosity.
I guess that was the point when Chris noticed my hands. I looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on mine waiting for the lie I was to tell Faith.
“I cut them while trying to cook breakfast this morning by Applez house. She wasn’t feeling too well.” I nervously lied.
She looked at me with disbelief.
“I’m serious Fay. That’s why you shouldn’t touch knives if you don’t know what you’re doing with them. You know I can’t cook.” I joked.
She grinned playfully at me.
“Well what about the pancakes you made for me and Chris? Or when you bake yummy cookies when I’m sad? Or when…” She started to make a list but I quickly cut her off before she proved me wrong.
“You’re so tall.” I complimented her to change the subject.
“I got bigger. I’m a big girl now!” she grinned proud of her “achievements”.
In reality, she hadn’t grown. I was only gone for a day but for her it was like a year. Chris watched as we “caught up” with each other.
“Hey Fay, how about you go and find that new doll that mommy brought you yesterday.” He smiled and winked at her. She quickly hopped away in search of her doll and that’s when the questions poured. He was asking so many so fast I felt like I was on a game show. I swear I broke a sweat. He re-noticed my hands and started to slowly remove the bandages. I didn’t care because I wanted to see what it looked like and they were getting sweaty and uncomfortable. It was kind of strange because they didn’t hurt as they did before. As the last wrap unfolded, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were completely healed!
I didn’t know what to think or say. I slowly rose from my seat and walked to the nearest mirror. There was no sign of the fight that I had with Aubrey. My face was back to normal. I didn’t understand. When I left Applez, I still looked pretty roughed up but when I got here I was normal. I knew I wasn’t dreaming and I know that incisions like the ones on my hands don’t heal in thirty minutes. I don’t know what’s going on, but if it has anything to do with Aubrey; I’ma kill him. I turned around to see Chris still holding the bandages.
“Christi, what kind of joke are you trying to play?” he asked. I could tell he was upset so I didn’t answer.
“Answer me. I sat here all night answering Fay’s questions about you. You’re gone for a day, all over the news, ya friends callin me, people in panic and shit, all because you wanna play a little game. Where were you? Why didn’t you answer ya phone? Why did you come here with your hands all wrapped up like you hurt?..” he asked. The questions kept flooding, with every new question he seemed to get more and more aggravated, some of them were redundant so I tuned them out. When he finished, I didn’t know which one to answer first so I started from the beginning. I told him the whole story with every detail, well besides the Marcus part in the kitchen. By the time I finished he had started to turn a slight red hue. I knew he never liked Aubrey but as I said I can’t risk getting my brother hurt over stupid shit. Before anything else was said I dived on him and gave him a hug. We hit the floor as Fay came running in the room and dived on both of us. Chris squirmed and grunted.
“Noo…I’m getting attacked by the uglies.” He playfully yelled. Before I fully registered what he said, Fay jumped up and kicked him in the side. He yelped in pain and shock.
“Ya girl friend ugly.” She yelled while placing her hands on her hips. I got on my knees and gave her a high five.
“Now that’s what you do when a boy calls you ugly!” I laughed.
“That’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in now” he grumbled under his breath.
I rolled my eyes at him and walked off with Faith in victory to her room. We walked into her room and she quickly locked the door. She pushed me on the bed and started pulling out toys that I had never seen before.
“Who brought you all of this, Fay?” I asked. I was really suspicious because I knew mom didn’t have enough money for all of this. And if she did, where did it come from?
“Daddy.” She replied with the biggest smile I had seen all day. She started telling me the names of all of her dolls and what they were going to be when they grew up. It was so cute. But why did he all of a sudden bring her a closet full of dolls and toys. This was very different for him. He never came around, more or less bought us anything unless he wanted something in return. So what was his reason this time? What could he possibly want from a 5 year old?
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