Page 53 of Krash & Bern

“Mornin’, sunshine.” He pecked my lips several times.

“Sorry if I woke you up. Remembering what happened yesterday made me a little emotional.”

“Don’t ever apologize for how your body chooses to release your emotions. Crying isn’t a form of weakness. It’s a great way to navigate your feelings.”

“It was so scary,” I admitted.

“I know, baby. I can’t imagine how it must have felt.” He kissed my temple and rubbed my back.

“I… I thought I was going to die. I came to terms with death while he choked me. As my vision blurred, I thanked God for giving me a few weeks of bliss with you.”

“Bern… I…”

“I know, Krash. I didn’t share this to trauma dump or anything. I just wanted you to know I’m very grateful I was able to wake up in your arms this morning.”

Without another word, he kissed me softly. The firm press of his lips against mine was exactly what I needed to start my day. After the cry, we both got out of bed and went through our morning routine.

“I have breakfast food, but I’d be okay with a bowl of cereal and some cartoons this morning,” I stated as I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of bikini-cut panties.

“I’m cool with that.” He agreed. Krash only had on a pair of basketball shorts. The thin material didn’t leave much to the imagination as I watched his dick swing with each move he made. Despite the trauma my throat and body underwent, my lower regions still found a way to jump with arousal at the sight of Keyshawn and his toned body.

We went to the kitchen and poured our bowls of cereal. Then we went over to the couch. I turned on The Simpsons and dug into my bowl. My phone had been left in the living room all night, so I plugged it into the charger. When it finally came back on, the incessantly dings made me frown. I put the bowl on the table and looked through the notifications. I clicked the first link and felt my stomach churn.

Krash’s new boo brings drama!

Sources told us Bernice James of BerJam, Security and Krash Williams were involved in an attack yesterday evening. One hospitalized after brutal brawl.

“Oh no… Oh no…” The waterworks started again. As the tears fell, I shook my head as embarrassment filled my soul.

“Bern? Baby, what’s wrong?” Krash asked.

“My personal life is being dissected all over the internet.” Frustration laced every word I muttered.

“Shit. Media got ahold of the story?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes.”

I scrolled through different notifications as people found my business account and left comments.

@user920440343:Stupid slut! You’re ruining the Champ’s legacy with your hoe-tivities.

@KrashWilliamsLeftNut:I hate when bitches can’t keep their legs closed. Now she’s got the champ in more drama. GO AWAY!

Social media was a cesspool for trolls. Everyone was able to hide behind their accounts and post whatever they wanted without the concern of anyone else’s mental health. I’d learned long ago not to let the words of strangers get to me, but when thousands of comments came attacking my character, it was hard not to feel some type of way.

There were a few positive comments in the sea of hate. I liked the few where people defended me.

@KrashDaily:Y’all don’t know this woman or what happened. They don’t owe y’all shit. Leave her alone because blaming the victim is actually fucking insane.

@Theknockoutqueen:Bernice, girl I hope you ignore these trolls. You are beautiful and deserve to feel loved in this horrible time. Keep your head up, mamas. This isn’t going to dim your light!

I felt like I was about to hit rock bottom. I’d been too enthralled in the comments, I hadn’t noticed Krash fuming beside me.

“Krash…”

“Nah, I’m pissed. I told them to keep it out the media, but that nigga went and gossiped like a bitch anyway.” His knees bounced as he shook with anger.

I poked out my bottom lip. “We both can’t be extremely emotional, Krash. We have to pick a damn struggle.”

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