Marcela's Love

Chapter 9

••••• MARCUS POV •••••

- I hit Marcela up the other day & managed to hold her on the phone long enough for me to apologize to her for that shit I said a while back. She forgave me & I was happy as hell when she did cus I missed her annoying ass. But me & Amber been kicking it real hard since I got her number & she cool as hell once you get to know her, except she has an attitude problem. But I like a tough girl so its straight with me. I'm actually thinking about cuffing her. She not no hoe, she bad as hell, & she not worsome. What more could I ask for? Tonight we all gone meet up at Marcela place for dinner so her & Amber can meet. Plus she told me her older brother out of jail so I get to meet him too. Rah said that Marcela & Amber gone bump heads, but I doubt it. Marcela usually just turn the other cheek. But me & that nigga bet 2 grand cus he say they gone fight, but I know they're not.

••••• RAH POV •••••

- Marcela said we all were having dinner at her crib so I decided to go early & just get dressed there. I unlocked the door & heard shuffling in the kitchen. "Ma, what you cook-" I couldn't even finish my sentence cus it wasn't Marcela the stove when I walked in. It was a nigga that look like he just finished serving some time in the pen. He was light skinned, about my height maybe a couple inches shorter & he was built. He probably was a lil bit bigger than me. "Wassup homie? You must be Marcus. I'm Travis." He said extending his hand for a shake. "Nah bruh. I'm Rah. Marcela's boyfriend." I said dissing him as I walked off to her bedroom. I walked in without knocking & she jumped. "Damn Rah!" She exclaimed. "Who that nigga in the kitchen Marcela?" I asked irritated. "That's my god brother Travis. He just got out of jail & he aint have nowhere to stay. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. I had a lot on my mind." She said sincerely. I pulled her into me & kissed her. "Its straight, but next time please give a nigga a heads up." I couldn't stay mad at my baby. By the time we were done getting dressed, everyone was in the living room. Marcela ran to Marcus yelling about how she missed him & I seen his girl roll her eyes. I knew this night wouldn't end well cus Marcela seen it too. "Problem?" She asked her. "Nah no problem ma." I said trying to avoid conflict between the two. "Yeah problem bit-" Marcela slapped the shit out of Amber before she could even finish the word. "Damnnnnnn!" Me & Travis said at the same time. They were on eachother quick. Each had a handful of eachothers hair & were swinging with their free hand. Amber was bigger than Marcela so when she swung her around, Marcela lost her grip & Amber ended up on top of her. Marcela didn't give up tho. She kept swinging & trying to get Amber off of her. Somehow they flipped over & Marcela was on top sending quick ass punches to Amber face. We figured they had enough so I grabbed Marcela & Marcus grabbed Amber. "Well that escalated quickly." I said with a laugh. "It did. I'm not in the mood so anybody talking crazy gone get the same shit she just got." Marcela said obviously still upset. "I ain't get shit bitch." Amber said with her arms crossed & Marcus pulled her out the line of fire just in time cus Marcela threw another punch. "I'm done talking to these hoes. Y'all just met a new Marcela. Now get her out my house until she really ready for me." & with that she walked to her room & slammed the door. We all stood there looking at each other. Amber face was fucked up on some real shit. My girl got hands for real. After Marcus & Amber left, Travis straightened up the living room while I went to check on Marcela. "You straight ma? I don't like seeing you fight." I said to her. "I don't even care no more to be honest. I am sick & tired of people running me over so everyone gone be getting hands from now on."

••••• TRAVIS POV •••••

- What an interesting first day back & I see that my little sister done changed. I stepped in to help her mom when I was 18. It was a short time after her dad died & I seen her mom struggle to keep up with the bills. I used to babysit her while her mom was at work & she would stay with me when her mother was too high on crack to tend to her. Crazy right? Her mother used the same shit that caused her husband's death & he wasn't even on it. I guess the pain of losing her husband was too much for her to deal with. After I straightened up the living room, I knocked on her door. We needed to talk. I told her to come to the living room with me & have a seat. "What's wrong Marcela? This isn't the you that I know." I started. "Look Travis. You been gone for 7 years & alotta shit done changed. I'm not a baby no more & I'm not gonna be pushed around & talked to any kind of way. I demand respect unlike some of these people." She said with anger in her voice. Rah walked in to join us & I seen that his presence calmed her. "This ain't just from today tho. What happened Marcy?" I asked using the nickname I gave her years ago. "Momma. She ain't nowhere to be found. After you got locked up, she got clean & moved us out of Dayton to a house here in Crossdale claiming she had a job here. It was real slow at first, but things were getting back to normal. We gained a tight relationship & I met my best friend Marcus so it was usually just the 3 of us. But around my 15th birthday she started changing. She became distant & I spent more time alone. Marcus would come over to keep me company after basketball practice but I still barely seen her. I felt like I was living alone. Then it was like I wouldn't see her for days at a time. The kitchen would have snacks & I assume she paid the bills, but it was just weird." She sighed & continued. "Then she started taking these 'business trips.' She'd leave a note, then be gone for weeks at a time. She would come back mad & we would fight & fight & fight. Like really fist fight & she would act like nothing ever happened. This time she left & ain't been back since. I've been shot & everything but no word from her. She ain't been right since my dad died & I hate her for it." She said with tears in her eyes. That shit did sound weird. I never knew what was up with her mom but I knew she wasn't right. I pulled her into my arms & let her cry. I seen the way her nigga looked at me but I didn't care. He looked familiar for some reason tho.

••••• MARCUS POV •••••

- I was pissed off when I left Marcela crib. I know I said I liked Amber attitude, but I wasn't expecting for all that shit to happen. I dropped Amber off & went to another bitch house. I was stressed like a motherfucker & I knew that I was gonna have to hear Marcela mouth about it. Amber's later too. When I pulled up to Throat house. I didn't even say nothing I sat on the couch & she pulled my pants down & went to work. This time I put a condom on & let her ride me too. She wasn't no type of pretty & there won't no type of feelings. Her pussy wasn't even good tbh. "Get up." I told her. "Why? You leaving?" She questioned. I gave her that look before I threw the condom away & walked out the door. As soon as I got home Amber was down my throat. "Where you go Marcus & why you smell like sex? You cheated on me?" I ignored her & went to take a shower. I put on some shorts & sat down to watch the game. Amber stood up, blocking the TV with her hands on her hips. "Really Marcus?" At this point I'm starting to take back that worsome shit & the idea of cuffing her. "Bruh move." I told her. "No. We're not even all the way together & you're already cheating on me. You're so stupid." She said. "I'm far from stupid. Get tf out my face Amber before I say or do some shit imma regret." I was getting aggravated at this point. She tripping hard. "No nigga!" She slapped me & I saw red. I slapped her back & she hit the floor. She threw a lamp at me but I dodged it & slammed her into the wall choking her. "Look bitch! Don't ever put your fucking hands on me! I don't know who you mistook me for but I'm no lil nigga on the streets. I will fucking kill you." I let her go & she grabbed her neck gasping for air. I grabbed my keys & left. I drove aimlessly around the city trying to calm down. I honestly felt bad. I didn't want to put my hands on her. I just fucking snapped. I hate when anybody puts their hands on me. I needed Marcela right about now.