Chapter 15: Chain Snatch

Yo... that special was nice. Yeah, EBT Finally Got Something Right. R.I.P. Aaliyah. Man it's so sad. I Know, But She's In A Better Place. True... so back to the mission.. giving y'all what y'all came here for. More. PAUZ? No pauz. BTW, Bey In That 1+1 Video. Lawd Of Mercy. Smh. No her actually mouthing "algeba".. I can't. Enjoy.

                                                                                                                   Cooncerely          

                                                                                                                                     Green & Purp

          “Good night, y’all.” I said to Terrence and Day while I tried to close my front door. Don’t know why they like to take their time. Candi, Lauren, and the boys left almost an hour ago. Swear it seemed like they were always trying to spend the night or something.

          “Girl, don’t nobody want to stay in yo hot ass house anyways.” Terrence said, as Day practically dragged him away from my door. I would’ve respond, but it was obvious that he had had too much to drink. Plus, I was too tired to fuss and he wasn’t completely wrong.

          “You know you wrong for that.” Day scolded him.

          “I’m sorry, I’m just tryna figure out why you got the heat on in the middle of July like you don’t live in southern California. He said.

          “Boy, bye.” I said before closing the door. I felt like collapsing right where I stood. Well, on the couch, cause the floor was cold, hard and dirty.

          “You cool Nic?” Safaree said, breaking the silence. I hadn’t noticed that he changed his clothes. He must have gone back to his room while I was kicking Terrence and Day out. He had on a beater and some basketball shorts. Maybe I do need to turn the air back on.

          “Nope, just right. You hot?” I asked as I shuffled passed the kitchen, flicking the switch. Safaree gave me his dead face before walking over to me. I could already tell what was on his mind and I wasn’t in the mood. I just needed a small distraction. I had to think quickly. BINGO! Micaiah, who was knocked out, had left his controller on the bar. Don’t know how many times I told him to keep his shit together. But I can’t blame him though, the past couple of days have been long. After our talk, I promised him more fun and attention, so I took him to Lego Land yesterday and Disney Land today. “Here.” I said to Safaree while holding it out. “Put this over there with the others.” I ordered. He sighed, but went to do so. As soon as he was far enough, I sprinted towards my room. Just as I was about to turn the corner I felt his grasp right above the back of my knee. Damn. He swooped me up and I covered my mouth in hopes of muffling a scream that would disturb Caiah.

          “Ha, thought ya was slick.” He whispered in my ear as he carried me down the hall. That was never a thought, it’s what I know. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer, causing him to slow down. I pursed my lips against his rarely bare earlobe and whispered..

          “That remote better be with the others.” Which made his whole body tremble. He stopped and I pulled away to read his face. Oops. He was looking like he wanted to take me right then and there.

          “Now put me down so I can check on my Lamb Chop.” I pleaded but he didn’t listen. Instead he walked me over to the door, opened it so I could peek in and closed it without making a sound. Aww, he laid so peacefully. He was sound asleep, trust me, I know cause he’s a terrible faker. I wanted so badly to tuck him in, but once Safaree has his mind set to something it’s hard to change it.

          “Happy?” Safaree asked while passing my room.

          “Not in the least bit.” I tried to say convincingly.

          “Well, let’s see what I can do to fix that.” He said as he slowly backed up against his door, closing it. He laid me down on his bed and took of his beater. He looked oh so tempting, but I was oh so tired. And I know he don’t think we doin’ anything with my Lamb Chop down the hall. Shit, if he really wanted to make me happy he would tuck me in and hit the lights.

          “Oh wait, I got you something.” He said before jogging over to his closet. I would have sat up, but to detach my upper body from this heavenly mattress would be a sin. Instead I pushed my feet down, lifted my butt and moved the covers from under me. I was just about to raise ‘em over my shoulders when something cold touched my chest. I opened my eyes to see Safaree standing over me with a huge grin on his face. I sat up and snatched it off with the quickness.

          “Boy..” I began, but stopped after I saw what it was. A diamond encrusted golden hand throwin’ up the deuce. Though it was flashy, it wasn’t too big. He must have gave them a picture of my hand cause it looked so similar. Dead at the long nails though. They always made my fingers look way longer than they already were. “Safar, you didn’t have..”

          “Turn it over.” He said, interrupting me. On the back were the words ’All these bitches is ya sonz’ engraved. I could imagine me rocking this. My Barbz and KenBarbz would definitely want a replica. But maybe this was a bit too much. I mean, what was his motivation behind this gift? “Remember ol’ girl from the other night? She’s a jeweler.” Oh, well why didn’t he say so.

          “So if I would’ve came home in a bad mood, you was gone let the bitch get cut?” I asked joking half heartedly. He laughed awkwardly.

          “If I‘d told you who she was it would’ve ruined the surprise.”

          “Nope, I would’ve just thought you were getting something for yourself.”

          “True. So you like it?”

          “Safaree, this is beyond fetch, like seriously, I love it.” He’s eyes were so animated, but I had to tell him the truth. “But I can’t accept it.” I said, placing it into his hand. He sighed.

          “Why not?” He huffed.

          “You know why.”

          “No, I really don’t.” Ugh, he always gotta be difficult.

          “What does it mean?” I asked. He gave me his dead face, which for the first time was more annoying than it was cute.

          “Put ya numba two’s in the air if ya did it on ‘em.” He replied.

          “Stop playing dumb, Safaree.” I said pushing his shoulder.

          “Stop fightin’ us, Onika.” He said rubbing my arm. I smacked his hand away.

          “Stop makin’ shit more than what it really is.”

          “Stop actin’ like it’s not.” He pleaded while trying to unbutton my jeans. He was right, but I wasn’t about to admit it. He kissed my shoulder. And I wasn’t about to give in either. Not this time.

“Is it really, Safaree? Or am I just a good nut?” Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? A suppressed thought maybe? Come to think about it, he always seemed to be focused on the sex. Maybe it’s just a nigga urge. Or it could be the fact that I don’t allow him in mentally. He stopped his pursuit and gave a sarcastic chuckle while shaking his head. I really don’t know why I said it, but the hurt in his eyes made me wish I hadn’t.

“Leave.” He sternly commanded.

“Faree, I..”

“Get out.” He almost yelled. My sympathy was quickly over shined by anger.

“Yo, who the fuck you think you talkin’ too? This MY shit!” I spat. “You can get the fuck out!” Don’t know who the hell he think he is. Tellin’ me to go somewhere in MY condo. Shit, I stay wherever the fuck I pleases.

“You know what?” he said rushing over to me. But I ain’t the one.

“WHAT!?!” I answered. Next thing I know he picked me up and carried me to my room. I stopped fighting him in the hallway, just in case Caiah was still sleep, but as soon as we got in my room I resumed. He plopped me down on my bed and stormed out, leaving the door open. I was just about to yell ‘shut my door’ when he came back in and tossed the chain on my dresser. Good, cause if I did, I probably would’ve woken Caiah. Without looking at me, he left, closing the door behind him….  TO BE CONTINUED ;-P