everyone was so uncertain of you being with Chris, you didn’t see a problem with it though, he treated you good, spoiled you and always pampered you with affection. They judged him and assumed the worst about him just cause he made money in a different way, it just wasn’t fair.

sometimes Chris would get into fights with people who owed him money, leaving you to clean up his wounds but it’s the least you could do since he’d been cleaning up your tears every time you cried about people judging you or girls from your neighborhood talking badly about you.

seeing you cry was like pouring salt in Chris’s fresh open cuts, it made him furious when people hurt you. Seeing you hurt made him want to hurt others for you, you out of all people didn’t deserve to go through anything at all.

you slept peacefully in you bed, the wind from the open window hitting your smooth skin so nicely. Everything was quiet until you heard someone tip toeing towards the restroom, causing you to open your eyes and get up.

you rubbed your eyes to get rid of the blurriness, you walked carefully into the hallway sneaking towards the bathroom door and pushing it open to see Chris.

his lip was cut, blood on his shirt from his nose, a cut right next to his eyebrow and a couple of bruises on him. He was quietly trying to clean himself up but failing miserably, his gaze met yours— he looked guilty, he had promised you so many times that he’d stop getting into fights.

“Don’t wanna hear it right now, so fuck off or help me out yeah? Don’t need y’to be givin’ me attitude or sayin’ ‘i told you so’” he uttered with a scoff, it was so obvious that one of his deals went wrong.