Me(pissed): QUIT BULLSHI'TTIN AND TELL ME WHY!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO THAT SHI'T!?!?!?!?
Chris(hands up nervous): BABY! JUST CALM DOWN!!!!
Me: SHUT THE F'UCK UP!!!!!!
He was panicking and stuttering a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.
Truth was, about a minute and a half earlier, I was sitting on the window sill with the wind blowing my hair waiting for him to come home. Ahh......the mexican breeze can be so relaxing. It can clear your mind. I just closed my eyes and let the breeze and my thoughts take me away as the breeze entered our motel room. I loved it. I loved it here. And I loved being with him. Finally, I get to be with my baby. Even though we had to give up our entire lives and flee to Mexico to be together, I loved it because I loved him. But now, this muthaf'ucka crossed the line. As I stared up into the orange glowing sky while the sun set, I heard the door knob jiggle. It was him. I c'ocked my gun as I hopped up.
He open the door singing in his own little world smiling to himself, holding the grocery bag,
"All I need in this life of sin,
Is me and my girlfriend,
Me and girlfriend"
He sang as he turned his back to lock the door not paying attention. When he turned back around his eyesight met the barrel of my <a href="http://www.floridagunworks.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/451.jpg">[9mm]</a> making his eyes go cross as I had pointed it directly at his nose. It scared him half to death. When he saw it he dropped the grocery bag, and put his hands up.
Chris(hands still in the air): BABY FOR REAL......PUT THE GUN DOWN!!!
Me: CHRIS, I SWEAR.......YOU SAY ONE MORE WORD........
Chris(all calm with a stern face with jaw clenched): So this is how it's gon end, huh? After all we don been through together, it ends here? You gon do it like this!?!!?
Me(highly pissed): SHUT THE F'UCK UP!!! JUST STOP F'UCKING TALKING.......
Chris(stepping forward): Do it. Come on...........do it. Go head..........shoot me. Cuz you know this is over some stupid shi't.
Me: CHRIS, IT DON'T F'UCKIN MATTER. IT WAS MINE. WHY'D YOU HAVE TO DO IT!?!?!?!?!? YOU KNOW IT WAS MY FAVORITE!!!!!!
Chris(now in your face with the gun sticking him in the heart): Hell, it's my favorite too...........
Me: BUT I DON'T DO THAT TYPE OF SH'IT TO YOU!?!?!!?
Chris(looking me in the eyes): I know baby, aiight!?!? I know.....but you know what......you gon feel so stupid.
Me(tilting my head): WHY?!?!!?
His eyes quickly shot down at the ground signaling for me to look down at the grocery bag at his feet. I quickly looked down into the grocery bag then my eyes shot right back up to his never letting my guard down. I did feel stupid, which made me wanna shoot the gun even harder. Damn.............he was right.
Chris(apologetically): I know it was your piece of strawberry cheesecake, and I ate it anyway knowing I had already ate mine. I'm sorry bae........
(I started to think about lowering the gun)
Me(stressing): Don't.......don't.....don't do that shi't no more......
Chris(moving the gun and hugging me): I'm sorry bae..........it's okay......its just hard times right now.......
Me(finally calmed down and smiling): And you DO know I could've ended yo life if I wanted to, right?..........
Chris(laughing): I could've ended yours too.
I smiled and rolled my eyes at this, because he was right.
He could have very easily taken the gun from me and turn it on me placing a bullet right between my eyes. He was just as skilled with a gun as me. Or better, let him tell it. And in the line of work we're in, the situations you get in, the situation we're in now, you have to be to survive. In our line of work, they teach you Trust no dame, love no dude, and fear nothing. And Chris was taught vice versa. But in our case, we broke the cardinal rule.
We fell in love with the enemy.♥
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