Nique's Chronicles

Chapter 9 Part ll

"Oh my gosh, y'all came!" I smiled at them.

"Of course girl." Char fanned at me. Trish just stood there and smiled.

"Can I have a minute with Trish?" I frowned at Char.

"Sure, please do. She been quiet the whole ride here." She fussed. "I'll be with my baby."

"Your baby?" I asked her, scrunching up my face.

"Oh yeah girl, you didn't know? Your mama booked Rich Homie Quan." She smiled, walking off. I was so excited, but before I could enjoy my party, I had to check on Trish.

"Come in." I told her, opening the door. She grabbed a seat on the couch and started fiddling with her fingers. "Spill it." I said, sitting next to her.

"I-I just .." She said before busting out in tears and falling in my arms.

"It's okay Trish, let it out. Talk whenever you're ready." I said, rubbing her back. She cried for a moment and lifted her head up before wiping her tears and taking a deep breath.

"I never meant to hurt her. I would never. But, Nique it felt so good. I'm hurting but I'm so happy she's gone. You'd think her death would make my life easier but it's not. Every morning I wake up, Jerome is at her mother's house taking care of that damn baby!" She yelled, turning red.

Trish is a very small, pretty girl. She always keeps to herself and I know this situation is taking a toll on her. I'm surprised her little ass even had the strength to push Naomi down some stairs.

"Trish, I can't say that I understand how you feel, but I can, you get it?" I told her. She simply nodded as her eyes started watering again.

"A year ago, my father and mother went on a business trip together. What I didn't know is they actually were at counseling for a week. A girl, who was once my friend had slept with my father when he was intoxicated. My father started drinking liquor heavily after my grandparents were found murdered. When I finally found out, I blacked out. I wouldn't ever dream of intentionally hurting my father but I was angry and wanted him to feel my pain. I ended up stabbing him." I sighed before feeling tears in my eyes.

"Oh my god." Trish gasped. "Then what?"

"He was hospitalized for awhile, he lied to the police saying that he could not remember what happened. He didn't blame me for what I did, but I went through a deep depression. I had lost my father and boyfriend. They both betrayed me, my mother was a wreck, crying herself to sleep every night, she'd break things on occasions to cope with her anger."

"I had to help her get ready for work every morning, I had to remind her to pay bills, I often cooked dinner for us because she would be cooped up in her bedroom crying, I had to force her to eat. I got so angry that I had to deal with my heart break privately, and on my own. I was angry, my mom was hurting and wasn't woman enough to get her shit together. I was so mad at everybody. One day, I just lashed out at him for that." I said, blinking my tears away.

"How'd you deal with it?" She mumbled.

"Time. I let it heal everything. I stopped trying to force my pain to go away, and just let it take it's toll on me. I let myself hurt instead of faking happiness. I stopped trying to be strong. My mother and I depended on each other, she coped by making paper and spending time with me." I smiled, nodding.

"Oh." She mumbled, sniffling. Trish looked so numb and dead inside.

"Please stay for the party, it might cheer you up." I smiled, touching her knee.

"Okay." She sniffled. We hugged for a moment and headed out the dressing room.

Baby won't you come my way
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you off my brain
But first, ima start by saying this
All head shots
If you think you can take my bitch