<h4>Chapter 129: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY NINE: Are You Having An Affair?</h4>


    Christy’s POV


    I stared at him in shock and didn’t know what to say. He seemed stunned as well.


    "I’m sorry" I sobbed, I couldn’t control my tears at this point and I was scared he would walk away from me.


    I couldn’t imagine us quarreling again and being separated.


    He didn’t respond, his jaw just tightened like he was deliberating on what to do next.


    "Kendrick, take her home" my mother’s voice suddenly came from the bed.


    That was when I noticed she was awake, our shouts must have woken her up.


    "We will take our leave now" Kendrick said to her before holding my hand and pulling me away.


    When we stepped out of the room, Dexter held my shoulder, causing me to stop and Kendrick looked like he was about to explode.


    "Here, take care of it" he said while handing me the sword that his uncle had given me.


    "Thank you" I murmured as I collected it. I felt sad and guilty when I looked at his face that was now swollen because of Kendrick’s punch.


    Kendrick continued walking forward, pulling me along in the process and I had to grab the sword tightly so it wouldn’t fall.


    "Hey, are you guys leaving already?.... Christy, what’s wrong?" Mason bumped into us on our way out.


    He frowned when he noticed the tears in my eyes and Kendrick’s angered expression.


    "It’s nothing... We are leaving" I murmured with my hair lowered.


    "Kendrick I don’t know what happened but you better take care of her" Mason said with a frown before storming off.


    I turned to look at Kendrick and noticed the visible red handprint on his face.


    He didn’t say anything and led me to his ck Cayenne. He drove like he was venting his anger on the car and I felt slightly afraid.


    "Ken, I am sorry"I apologized again but he still didn’t respond, instead, he continued increasing the speed of the car.


    A drive that was supposed to take us an hour and half, ended in just half an hour.


    He got down from the driver’s seat and walked over to the passenger side, he pulled me out roughly and I hit my head slightly on the roof of the car.


    "Ahhhh....What’s wrong with you!" I yelled as I held my painful head with my free hand but he didn’t stop or look back, his anger was more visible now as he wasn’t trying to hide it anymore.


    He pulled me into the apartment and straight to the bedroom before finally letting go of my hand.


    The ce he had gripped, was looking red and bruised and it made my heart hurt even more. I didn’t say anything and just waited for him to settle down as I was doing everything to avoid quarreling again.


    "You now have a thing for boys with tattoos?" he asked with a sarcastic tone and I was immediately dumbfounded.


    "What are you talking about? Dexter is just a friend" I said angrily while ring at him.


    "He is not just a friend! Are you blind and can’t see the way he looks at you?" he questioned me.


    I just gave him a look of disbelief... How can someone be so unreasonable?


    "He is not a good person, that boy has a terrible and dark past which wille to hunt him any time soon" he said but this time I frowned and I had questions as well.


    "Everyone has a past Kendrick, so stop judging him with his own!" I yelled at him.


    "I have never seen you so defensive before, and yet you are still insisting that there is nothing going on between the both of you!" he yelled back loudly and I felt suddenly tired of trying to reason with him.


    "Are you tired? Do you feel like I am too old for you and that’s why you need a younger man?


    Is he better than me in bed? Does he make you scream in pleasure?" he suddenly threw some nasty questions at me.


    Pah!


    I gave him another p and this time I didn’t feel bad about it because he deserved it.


    "What? Did I hit a nerve?" he asked with a grin.


    "I am going to my apartment at school, I will stay there and give you some time to cool off" I said as I was doing my absolute best to restrain my anger.


    "Oh, you want to go to your apartment, so you can spend the night with him right? Do you think I don’t know that you both live in the same building?" he sneered at me.


    That was it, I am done being quiet and tolerant.


    "You better stop sending people to watch and monitor me, because they seem to be more like spies than security personnels.


    I am not a child, Kendrick! I have my own fucking life and I am a hundred percent capable of making my own decisions!" I yelled angrily at him.


    "You were fine when I first told you about them, why are you suddenly having issues with them? Is it because they discovered your secret affair?" he questioned me angrily.


    Secret affair?


    Can he get any more ridiculous and possessive?


    "I am leaving now" I said before walking towards the door but before I could get to the door, it automatically shut and I heard the click of the locks.


    I turned back and saw Kendrick holding a remote control in his hand. He stared at me with a deep frown.


    "I want to leave" I said while taking deep breaths to calm down but he seemed to have a different n as he red at me.


    "You didn’t seem to have an issue with my age before you met Dexter and Ashton but now, my age is suddenly a problem" he said while staring at my face.


    "I don’t have the energy for all of this, so you can think whatever you want" I said to him angrily before trying to walk in the direction of the bathroom but he pulled me back.


    "Stop walking out on me! I have every right to be upset with you. You followed someone with a criminal record to the underground tervan, you could have been raped, your organs harvested and killed!" he yelled angrily and I finally lost it.


    "What nonsense are you talking about? What if he has a criminal record? That’s his family you are talking about and they were nice and weing.


    They care about each other despite their upation, that’s just their own way of surviving.


    You talk like your own family is clean, isn’t your grandfather the reason why my childhood was so miserable and I suffered so much?


    If we want to cut people off because of their family, then you and I will not be dating right now because I hate your grandfather so fucking much!" I yelled in one breath and his expression turned even more gloomy.


    "I just said something about his family and you started yelling, why is he so important to you? If you don’t have anything going on with him.


    And don’t tell me about being friends because you haven’t even known him for six months" he said angrily.


    "He is my friend, you are free to believe whatever you want, I don’t care.


    You are always questioning me whenever I speak or get close to any other man. I am a beautiful girl, of course, men will want to get close to me and I always turned them down because I love you and I would never do anything that will hurt you.


    But you on the other hand, act like you can’t see it whenever I turn them down, then you start using me of cheating.


    Kendrick do you really love me? Or are you just with me because I am the only woman that can arouse you?


    Are you frustrated that you can’t get it up with other women? So there is no way you are going to cheat on me. Is that why you are pained?!" I asked him with a sarcastic smile.


    "Christy!" he yelled my name and before I could react, his hand was already grabbing my neck.


    "You better let go of me, if you hurt me in any way, that would be the end of us, we will be done forever and you will also have to deal with my brothers" I yelled provocatively.


    His grip wasn’t tight but it made me feel ufortable as it brought back memories of being beaten and choked by my foster father, Benjamin.


    "Ahh! " I yelled when he suddenly lifted me and roughly ced me on the bed.


    His hand slipped into my dress and roughly squeezed my boobs, I wasn’t in the mood so I felt no pleasure from his touch, instead I felt pains.


    My monthly flow would start in a few days so I was already having sore and tender boobs, so his forceful squeezing was too painful.


    He didn’t look at my face and continued exploring my body until he started kissing my neck.


    I don’t know how tears started flowing from my eyes, I felt humiliated and it was a terrible feeling.


    He suddenly stopped as he stared at my face, his expression shifted from anger to guilt and he stopped his movements.


    He slowly wiped my tears and and tidied my shirt for me.


    "I am sorry" he whispered into my ears but I just turned away from him.