you tryna impress with this gangsta shit you putting out, but real recognize real and you way outta ya league, so why don’t you just walk out and I might pretend this shit never happened.” Kiy had a look in his eyes that sent chills down Brielle’s spine, she knew if she didn’t want her house to be torn to shreds she needed to speak up now.
“Look Kris, you’ve disrespected me, my house, and my guest enough for one night so just leave before this gets any worse,” Brielle said easing in between the two men trying to diffuse the situation.
Kris looked at her in amazement, for two months he did everything he thought was right to prove he was the man for her and here she was defending this thug nigga like he didn’t even exist. “You know what, you and your thug can have this shit, I don’t know why I wasted my time with your stuck up ass anyway,” he looked at Kiyan again, “you better believe I’ll be seeing you again.”
“Nigga you couldn’t see me if I gave you my exact location, you heard her nigga now bounce or the next sound you hear will be your jaw cracking,” Kiyan gritted.
A defeated Kris proceeded towards the door but not before turning to look at Brielle one more time, “This isn’t over Brielle you….” Brielle slammed the door before he could finish his sentence. She turned to look at Kiyan who still looked like he was ready to attack, at this point she was so frustrated she didn’t even remember why he came over there. She definitely didn’t know what state of mind Kiyan was in so she was careful with her next set of words.
“Kiy, are you okay?”
“I’m good, I don’t take it easy being threatened. So tell your little friend to watch it,” Kiyan said.
“Kiy I broke up with him. I pissed him off, so I doubt I ever see him again. I broke his heart if you let him tell it,” Brielle explained.
“Broken heart my ass, next time he decides to threaten me I’m going to break his face, and that’s a promise and not a threat,” Kiyan said seriously.
“Okay. Let’s not focus on that. That totally got out of control. Didn’t you want to talk,” Brielle reminded him of the reason he was determined to come over tonight.
“Aye Bri we need to talk. Not friend to friend, but man to women,” Kiyan started.
Brielle didn’t like the sound of this. Kiyan was passionate about whatever he was about to say, and she just knew it was going to be about them being in a relationship. She just got out of a relationship literally seconds ago, but she knew he wouldn’t want to hear any of the things she was prepared to say.
“What exactly do you want to talk about?”
“I want to talk about why after all this time we’re still not together.”
“Kiyan, I thought we agreed to be friends. Nothing more.”
“No Brielle, you made that decision, I just went along with it. I didn’t want to be friends. I always wanted something more. I just said okay so you could see I was the man you needed in your life,” Kiyan yelled.
“What happened to you and Samara?”
“I broke up with her, next excuse?” Kiyan yelled.
“Kiy you don’t have to yell,” was Brielle’s only response.
“Brielle stop playing games. You know you want us to be together, you’re just doing the most right now.”
“Kiyan I don’t know what I want. Every time I try to get in a relationship it ends badly. I’m not relationship material,” Brielle yelled while she started to cry.
“Aye ma, don’t cry. Come here,” Kiyan said hugging Brielle.
Brielle began to walk towards Kiyan. She was beginning to feel like she was losing herself in her relationships. She was successful as hell, but when it came to relationships, she was a straight failure. She held on to Kiyan, she wanted to try to make things work between them but she wasn’t interested in getting hurt anymore. So before she told Kiyan anything she had to think long and hard about her last move. If he wanted an answer, then he would be disappointed because she wasn’t giving him one.
“Kiy, I need time to think,” Brielle looked up to him.
“So what does that mean?”
“That means I will get back to you at a later date with a response. That’s the best I can do for you,” Brielle said.
“I’ll take that. Do you want me