Broke Luxury (A Jacquees Short Story) #Wattys2016

(14) Trying to Fix What's Broken

Cal

I inhaled the blunt as I sat with one arm restin' on the couch. I looked around at everybody and waited for somebody to speak first. We were all grown ass people, so why couldn't we fix this shit?

It didn't bother me one bit. Wasn't nobody fuckin' leaving until we talked. We were actually waiting on Kerrie ugly ass to come in and when she did, if looks could kill, she would be one dead son of a bitch.

"Damn, is yall gone speak or what? We can sit here all day." I said after another hour.

"Quit starin' at my fuckin' sister like she a damn piece of meat!" Kale yelled at Quee and Quee kissed his teeth.

"I told yo' ass, I'm not yo' bitch. You ain't gone treat me like one either." Quee snapped back and Kal stood up, pulling his pistol out his pants, and taking the safety off.

"Boy, you a fucki-" Kale yelled, but Sasha ass interrupted.

"Put the fuckin' safety on that damn gun and sit down." She said. She didn't even flinch 'cause she knew me and Kale was 'bout that life and it was nothing to blow some guts.

Kale mugged him before putting the safety on, and sitting down. He put the gun on his thigh and one hand on Peaches' thigh, squeezing it to keep under control.

"About time you hopped on some dick. That's probably why you couldn't mind your own damn business." Kerrie said, lookin' straight at Peaches. Peaches cocked up her eyebrow.

"Don't go there with me baby girl. At least my man didn't belong to somebody else." There was something about Peaches' voice that made me believe some shit was about to go down.

"What?" Sasha said looking at both of them.

I think I saw Quee put his head in his hands, with his elbows propped on his knees. But I didn't want to look cause I felt like Sasha was about to jump over the fuckin' coffee table that separated her and Kerrie.

"Went through Kerrie's phone. Looks like Quee likes your friends a little too much. Not that I would call her a friend." Peaches laughed and shook her head. She looked over at Quee. "I bet she didn't tell you that she's married and she told her husband you raped her."

Quee looked at Kerrie. "You what?"

"You slept with her?" Sasha said standing up and looking at Quee. She grit her teeth together so hard, I thought the hoes would smash to pieces. She balled her fist up like she was about to hit Quee, but stopped herself.

"That's it." Kale said standing up and taking the safety off his pistol again. "You hurt my sister one too many fucking time." He started to pull the trigger, but Peaches put her hand on the top of the gun.

"No." She said fiercely. She put the safety back on with her index finger. "The damage is done."

Saphire held on to Sasha, who started crying. All the while, I hadn't said a damn thing, but something crossed my mind.

"Kerrie, you the broad he got pregnant?" I asked with the blunt hanging out of my mouth.

"No," She said shaking her head. Good. Maybe Sasha won't kill her. "Not at first."

Everybody instantly stopped what they were doing and snapped their heads towards Kerrie.

"Alright, I'm about to beat your ass. I'm tired of these games and fucking secrets. Talk or I'll knock your damn teeth so far down your throat the damn baby will have teeth when it comes out." Saphire said staring directly in her eyes.

Kerrie rolled her eyes. "Pipe the fuck down. Me and Quee had a threesome with this lil dry bitch named Tina. She might have been dry, but Quee pullout game was weak. Mine was wet so you know my shit was harder to pull out of, and he didn't after our third time with Tina."

She smirked with satisfaction, while my stomach felt like it was about to reject everything I had eaten in the last 10 years.

"You think that shit cute. You disgusting." I said passing the blunt to Sasha, she needed it more than me. Then, something dawned on me. "Hold on, you said Tina?"

"Yeah. She was nice, but-" I cut Kerrie off.

"Fuck whatever you about to say. She dark skinned, hair in a bob, long ass legs, wear glasses sometimes?" I described her and Kerrie nodded.

Kale looked at me and he already knew wassup. "All of yall might wanna go get checked out." Kale said chuckling to himself and I joined in too.

"Her damn name might as well have been Casey Jones." I laughed and shook my head. "Oh boy. Yall motherfucka's is something else."

"When did you go through her phone?" Kale looked at Peaches.

"She forgot she on my line so all I had to do was go on the Internet and look. I did it right before she came. Yall forget I wanted to be a detective." She looked at Kerrie. "And to think you could be a bad bitch like us. You just a dirty bitch." Peaches laughed and Kale kissed her cheek.

"Stop all that lovey dovey shit." Jade said. She had been the one to not say a word this time. "Quee, get yo' shit and get out my sister house. I don't give a fuck who kidnapped yo' bitch ass, you done. Kerrie, I don't know what kind of fucked up shit you on, or why you did this, but you done. Delete all of our numbers and I guess you can keep Quee's since that's your baby daddy. As for Malika, when Sasha is ready, she'll decide if and when you see her." She helped Sasha up and led her out the door, slamming it behind her.

"You heard the lady." I smiled and Kerrie rolled her eyes, getting up and leaving. Quee got up and stumbled out behind her. Saphire, Kale, Peaches, and I just sat there for a minute.

"Well shit, I'm hungry." I said getting up and looking at Saphire. "Come cook me something, calm yo' nerves cause you about as red as blood." I took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen. "And don't be fucking on my couch!" I yelled back to Kale and Peaches.

Were you expecting that? I guess not.

So what's next for Quee and Sasha?

Kale and Peaches/Passion? Kassion, Pale, Keaches? lmao.

Kerrie having a baby by Quee!

Peaches sneaky as hell, but I guess everybody need a lil detective in their crew.

Stay tuned to find out what happens next!

-jp!