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Eight

[few days later]

Nyeesha Brooks

I filed a police report but it seems as if nothing is going to happen to them niggas that put their hands on me. I didn't even care about them asking me illegal questions in the interview it's just that they were physical and I didn't want to fight back. That's not me. I'm no fighter and everyone knows that.

Just as I was getting deep into my thoughts, my phone rang. It was Chance. I answered immediately hoping that he was telling me that he was on his way home.

"Heyyyy" I cooed into the phone.

"Hey Nyeesha, something came up and I'll be gone another day." he told me simply.

"Another fucking day? What? Why?" I asked almost on the verge of tears.

"Something came up," he mumbled again.

"Nigga I heard what the fuck you said" I sighed. "What came up though?" I asked getting sad again. 

"I can't tell you," he said. "Just know I love you and that I'll be home soon," he said before he hung up on me.

What. The. Fuck.

I know this nigga did not just hang up on me I thought as the front door bell rang. I'm not answering the door because I was full blown crying now. Chancelor's not here so there shouldn't be anyone coming over so fuck them. I was in a good mood until Chance wanted to play these dumb games. I took my jeans off and slipped into bed about to take a nap when I heard the front door open. It must be Taylor I assumed as I acted like I was asleep.

"Nyeesha," I heard Chance's voice say as he entered the room.

"Fuck you," I said while still under the covers hiding acting like I was asleep.

"Girl get your ass ova' here" he demanded as he came up from under the covers pulling my legs slightly. "I missed you," he mumbled as he found my neck kissing it.

"Why you just play me like that?" I asked as I slightly pushed him away wiping my tears.

"I ain't think you was gon take it this serious," he told me. "It was a joke that I didn't even think was gon make sense." he sighed. "something came up really? you believed that bullshit?" he asked as I wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I really really missed you." I said before I pecked his lips.

"Come on, get dressed." he said. "We going out for dinner,"

"Can we just eat here?" I asked as I got up to look at myself in the mirror running my fingers over my bruise.

"It's bothering you that bad? See that's why we gon get them niggas."

"Who is we?" I asked. "Chancelor, it's okay. Karma got them."

"The squad. And nah I'm gon handle this, they some pussies for putting their hands on you, all in an interview? What the fuck kinda shit is that. So are we not going to dinner?" he asked after his little tantrum.

"Yeah sure," I said as I put a shirt over my head. "Do I need to dress up or what?" I asked as I looked down at my plain t-shirt.

"You look beautiful," he said as he came and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you," I said as I moved over to the vanity mirror getting ready to apply this makeup to my face and neck.

I don't even like makeup and I'm over here wearing it. Of course, Chance is right. Those niggas deserve something worse than what they're getting and I'm actually glad that Chancelor actually cares.