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[4] "Just tell me what happened!"

Essence woke up Sunday morning at 9 o clock. She sat up in the hotel bed and thanked God for a someone like Darnell, whom had saved her lil ass. Even if he was sort of a jerk at the end of it.
Essence looked at the clock once more and remembered she had to be home by 12 to go to some luncheon with her parents. She didn't really care to go and wanted to lay back in bed, but she knew her father would flip.
She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She stayed in for about 30 minutes before getting out and brushing her teeth, along with washing her face and applying lotion all over her skin. Essence threw her long dark hair into a neat bun that sat on top of her head. She put on a black, long sleeve peplum dress. With it she wore panty hoes that complimented her skin tone with black, boot like wedges. She put on gold accessories to give some flare to her outfit.
"Wake up. Flawless.
Post up. Flawless.
Riding round in that. Flawless."
Essence recognized this ringtone as the one she had set for Monica.
"Hello?" Essence answered. She put Monica on speaker so she could finish gathering her things.
"Hey girl, you get home ok? I heard Chase went stupid on some boy."
"Yea, he went stupid because of me!" Essence said getting angry.
"Essence, what the hell?!"
"You should have never left me Nica!"
"Just tell me what happened!"
"Chase got drunk and tried to fuck me so I told him off and tried to leave but he snatched me back up and threatened to rape me." Essence chocked on the last few words. The thought of her being raped made her sick to her stomach, especially if she was getting rape by an ass like Chase. "And then Darnell came up and saved me, only for him to get a gun put in his face!"
"Essence I'm so sorry. I didn't know he was like that."
"I could've gotten raped!"
"I know."
Essence felt the tears in the back of her eyes. She was hurt and angry. "I could have been killed! Someone could have died because of me!"
"I know! I know! I'm sorry."
By now, both of the girls were crying. Monica felt horrible for the danger she put her best friend in. She would have never forgave herself if something happened to Essence. Essence was like her little sister, even though their age difference was only by a few months.
Essence heard Monica sniff and she began to feel a little bad about blowing up on her best friend. "Nica stop crying, ok. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have went off like that."
"No, you're right. I deserved that.. I feel like such a horrible friend."
"Monica Jalise Coleman. You are the best friend a bitch can have. So dry those tears, and I'll buy you some ice cream later."
"Bitch you act like we don't work at the ice cream shop."
The girls shared a laugh together. Essence reapplied her make up while Monica told her about her time with Chino. "I really like him Essie."
"Well go for it girl!"
"I don't know. He a lil thug. I'm not tryna get caught up."
Essence would kill to be with a thug. She longed for the thrill of being a trap queen for a nigga that's running the streets. "You would be living the life in my eyes."
"Girl, shut yo fast ass up!"
Essence giggled at her friend and also caught a glimpse at the clock. It was 10:50, and it took 30 minutes to get from the hotel to her house, not including traffic.
"Shit." She cursed under her breath. "Nica I gotta go, I'll talk to you when-" Essence stopped. This was one of those times where she almost got caught up in her lies.
"When what?"
"Um nothing. I just gotta go." She quickly hung up before Monica could respond.
Essence threw the last bit of her things into her overnight bag when she heard her phone buzz.
Nica: Hang up in my face like that again and you gon catch these hands hoe!
Essence laughed and simply replied:
I love you too bitch.
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Darnell stared at the ceiling of his condo. He sighed. He was in deep thought about what all happened last night. Roscoe is gonna be pissed. He didn't have time for beef between his allies. He also thought about that girl. Essence. Her named was so sexy and unique to him. Not to mention that she's beautiful. That girl had his mind gone.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Darnell turned his head to look at the clock on his night stand. It read 12:05.
Who the fuck could be at my door? He thought to himself.
He got out of bed and made his way to the door. His gun was stashed away at his waist line. He stood at the door,but didn't look through the peep hole. That's how niggas get they brains blasted.
"Who is it?"
"Jamal."
Darnell opened the door and Jamal brushed past him. "What? You can't speak nigga?"
"That girl here?" Jamal asked while taking a seat on the couch.
"No. I dropped her ass off at a hotel."
Jamal simply nodded his head. Darnell knew he was still mad at him. He smirked and ran over to his best friend and jumped on his lap like a five year old.
"Get cho big ass off me!" Jamal exclaimed.
Darnell wrapped his arms around Jamal's neck and pulled him close to his chest and into a head lock. "Say you forgive me."
"Man we too old for this! You ain't did this since we were in middle school bruh!"
"Forgive me!"
"Fuck you!"
Darnell tightened his grip and began rocking back and fourth while humming as if he was cradling a baby.
"Ooo you so gay!" Jamal yelled.
"You love me though bruh. Can't have my brother mad at me."
"Alright! I forgive you!"
Darnell let go and Jamal pushed him off his lap and onto the floor.
Darnell laughed at his friend as he gave him a look of disgust.
"You still love me bruh. You wouldn't be so mad if you didn't."
"That's cause I can't be out here in these streets without my best friend."
"Ion even see why you living this life."
Jamal sat back and sighed. He and Darnell have had this conversation many times before. "I told you, I like fast money. I don't like asking my parents for stuff bruh."
"Jamal, you one of the best rappers out here and yo dad the best in the game right now. Hop on that hustle."
"I want my own way of living. I don't want people to look at me as Brandon King's superstar son, following the family tradition of being a musician."
"But everyone in your family is musically inclined. Yo dad raps, yo moma could be the next Beyoncé if she wanted to, but she chose the law firm, and yo lil sister can even blow a few tunes. That's just yal family bro."
Jamal was tired of this conversation already and wanted to get down to business. "Look, ian come over here to talk about me. We gotta go see Roscoe. He pretty pissed bout what happened last night."
"Alright, let's roll. You driving?"
"Yea."
***
"So what's this I hear about you getting into it with some lil punks at the party last night?" Roscoe directed the conversation to Darnell.
"It was nothing."
"That ain't what I heard. So what? You goin soft over some pussy?"
"It wasn't even like that."
Roscoe chuckled at that and then took a long pull of the blunt he had rolled up.
"I don't have time for yal to be messing up my connections over some lil girls. You understand me?"
The boys gave him a head nod. "Look, within the next few months we're gonna be preparing for the biggest drop of my career. It's a shipment from Cuba. You know they got that good shit."
Roscoe looked at his two best workers to see if they were still listening. "I want yal two to do the job."
"What's the pay?" The question came from Jamal. He was all about his money.
"One hundred thousand. Each."
That sounded like music to their ears.
"Yal down?"
"Yea."
"Good. Now get the fuck out my office."