Upgrade U

Chapter 3

Onikas POV
Her Apartment
December 1

After the family dinner a couple days ago. Meek and I went home and we ended up having a huge argument and words were exchanged. And I've been giving him the cold shoulder since then.

"Nic' are you serious? You've been real dry with me for 3 days." He said standing at the door of the bathroom. I did my night time routine and just ignored him.

Zamora was already asleep in her room, because I put her down about an hour ago. I wish I could sleep like her.

"This ain't cool, Nic'. Just talk to me." I walked past him going to my closet.

"What can I do to make it up?" He asked. I tied my hair back and covered it with a scarf, walking back into the bedroom. I got into bed and sat there going on my phone.

That was cut short when my phone was snatched out of my hand. I mentally rolled my eyes, because this man was really annoying. I looked him dead in the eyes and put my hand out for my phone.

"Oh now you acknowledge me?"

"Just give me my phone back." I irritatedly spoke.

"Nah, talk to me. I ain't did nothing to you and you acting up."

"You didn't do anything? For real?" My blood began boiling.

"No, you just being weird for no reason."

"For no reason? Meek, you told me you don't like the line of work and I respect that. But I told you I wasn't going to quit my job. Then you started calling me all types of hoes. All 'cause you didn't get your way. And you claim you want me to stop so you can support me, but all you want is control. I'm an independent person Meek, and you know this. So you calling me a hoe for working isn't going to run. I will not have you call me anything other than my name, deadass. So don't stand in front of me telling me you didn't do anything. Now give me my phone." I ranted.

"You're overreacting, for real."

"Nigga, you threw a fit 'cause you weren't happy about my job. Please go somewhere else with that shit."

"You lied to me about what you worked as."

"Are you a carpenter?" I asked him.

"..."

"Exactly, so don't come around questioning me." I reached over to grab my phone out of his hand. As I sat back he gripped my arm. "Nigga, let my arm go."

"Or what? I told you to stop stripping 'cause it's disrespectful to me when you're out there showing off your body to other people." I tried to move, but his grip just got tighter.

"You cannot be serious. No, I'm not quitting my job. Please just let go off me." My arm was really starting to hurt.

"Fine but you won't be going back to work." He shrugged.

"What?" He finally let my arm go.

I'm going to have the biggest bruise ever.

"I won't be letting you."

"I'm going to sleep." I don't know who he thinks he is. Telling me what to do like he's my dad. I barely listened to my own father.

"Nic', I'm sorry about grabbing your arm, I just wanted you to listen to me. I won't do it again."

He just climbed into bed trying cuddle me but I hopped straight out of bed. I grabbed my phone and pillow and started exiting the bedroom. He must be stupid if he thinks I'm about to be kissing up to him.