Chapter 22: Can't Compare

                                    

                                          

Bree
                          
"Danielle who was that at the door?" 
                          
"She didn't say. I asked and she ran off. Who ever she was, she is pretty." She comes back to sit with me in the couch. 
                          
Danielle came over to keep me company tonight. I thought about calling Andrea for hours. But when I did get up the nerve to call she didn't answer. I guess, she really didn't want to talk. 
                          
"I'm gonna call her again."
                          
"Are you sure Bree? Didn't you say that she left you? I don't know a lot about lesbians but I do know relationships, just be careful." I thought for a second and called anyway. 
                          
The phone finally stopped ringing. "Hello?" A male voice boomed in my ear. "Who is this?" 
                          
My voice cracked, "I'm sorry I have the wrong number." I hung up and just sat back on the couch.
                          
Danielle looks at me, "so what happened? I know you didn't really the wrong number." 
                          
"I don't want to talk about it." She huffs and grabs the TV remote control and flips through the channels. 
                          
Andrea
                          
"Where have you been?" I flip on the light to see Marcus sitting on the bed with my phone in his hand.
                          
"Give me my phone Marcus." I ignore him because he doesn't scare me.
                          
"Answer me!"
                          
"Why? What are you gonna do?" I pause for a reaction and he doesn't budge. "Nothing exactly, so give me my phone."
                          
"Someone called." I walk up and snatch the phone from him. I go through my recent calls. 
                          
Bree called me! Not once but several times! But I got to keep calm, I don't want him to know that I know who it is. I would recognize that number anywhere, on the nights that I didn't stay at her house we would be on the phone all night. She was sweet like that.
                          
"Marcus who is this? Are you calling bitches on my phone?!" Gotta flip the script on him.
                          
"What- no! Don't play with me, is it that girl? I won't be mad if its her." He stands up and grabs my face gently.
                          
"No and get your hands off me."
                          
My drive home, I had made mind up that I was going to let Bree be. She had a lot on her plate, so the last thing she needed was to have me distracting her from focusing on her son. I love her, there is no denying that and I want the best for her. 
                          
"I want sex." I look at him like he grew a second head.
                          
"You better use your hand! I'm not in the mood."
                          
"Well why not?" Because you aren't Bree. "Andrea, just try." Not a chance in hell.
                          
I walk past him and lay my phone on the dresser and lay on the bed. He licked his lips and crawled on the bed kissing my ankles and working his way up. 
                          
"Marcus get the fuck on!" He didn't listen though. He just moves my robe, exposing my thigh and underwear. I try to get up but he holds my hips in place. I beat on his shoulders, nothing is working.
                          
He gets up and rips my robe open, "look bitch, I suggest you cooperate or that bitch is going burying her son."
                          
My eyes fill tears when he mentions Channing. 
                          
"Why? He is just a child! Why are you so set on torturing Bree. She didn't do anything to you." 
                          
"Yes she did! We could still be together if you just let her go. Look at you babe. She doesn't know what to do with you. You are way to beautiful to be with another woman." He touches my lower stomach and attempts to pull my panties off. I push his hand away.
                          
"Marcus you won't compare to her because she touched me in places that you could never reach." I should have saw it coming, he slaps me across my face sending waves of pain through my head.
                          
"Imma show you!" He ripped my panties off and pull himself from his boxers. He positioned himself between my legs. "You belong to me! I'll make sure you remember that."
                          
"Marcus, no! Stop!" I beat any part of him I can reach. I feel the tip of dick at my entrance. God, please help me! 
                          
Boom! The bedroom door breaks of the hinges. 
                          
"Get the fuck up!" 
                          
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I thought I would give yall another chapter bc the loyal readers were so quick to check my last chapter out. 
                          
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