Tristan swung his car door open as he abruptly stopped his car in front of the house. He raced up to the front door, his blood boiled, and his body reached new height as every second past. Tears slowly begun to moisten his fierce eyes. There was nothing anyone could tell him to stop what we going to happen next. His right fist tightened as we reached to ring the door. Tristan rang the door, his muscle tensed up preparing for the first strike, and gradually the door open.
“Bitch you thought I won’t find out” He slammed Andre to the floor.
“What you…” Andre questioned but Tristan punched again in the jaw.
“He was my fuckin’ boyfriend you asshole” Tristan sobbed as tears flowed from his eyes.
Tristan fell to the floor as his body was weak. Andre nursed his face and tears flowed down his face. Tristan sobbed harder as the image of Andre and Michael flowed through his mind like a busted dam. Tristan got off the floor and kicked Andre in his ribs.
“I didn’t know” Andre cried out as Tristan continued his assault.
“How the fuck you didn’t know” Tristan paused.
Tristan sat down on Andre’s chest, looked into his eyes, and reached into his back pocket.
“Let’s try this again…You didn’t know” Tristan stared Andre down.
Andre trembled not know what was going to happened next, closed his eyes as he swallowed spit, and part his lips.
“I honest did know I met him at the club one night” Andre feared.
“What else?” Tristan pulled on his pocket reaching for something.
“We hit it off that how it all happened…I am sorry I am sorry” Andre sobbed.
“Please don’t hurt me” Andre pleaded.
“You know what, you are not worth it and so is he” Tristan got up from of Andre’s chest.
Tristan took his cigarette and lighter from his back pocket, lit his cigarette as Andre crawled in the his living room, and he pulled Andre back toward him.
“Where do you think you are going?” Tristan blew out smoke.
Andre laid there on the ground motion less for a moment, he inhaled air, and attempted to get up. Tristan burned Andre with his cigarette and extinguished. Andre screamed out in pain.
“Oh god damn” Andre yelled.
“Was he good?” Tristan questioned him.
“Seeing that you want my leftovers now” Tristan put the extinguished end in Andre’s mouth.
“Clean yourself up bitch…and oh next time it will be for keeps” Tristan inched toward the door.
“But wait how did you find out” Andre asked and Tristan stopped suddenly.
Tristan paused for the moment, looked down at Andre on the floor, and shook his head.
“Greg” Tristan stared down at him and walked out the door.
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