Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

The After Party

Narrator

Thirty minutes passed by that did the work of hours. Miraculously, streets turned to roads and houses were now dusty living compartments. Anything that symbolized riches was now non-existent and had left the cheapest of rags in its place. Big black tires rolled upon a graveled down street that served as pavement for the building in front of the vehicle. Purple headlights dimmed as a roaring engine slowly became silent. Where were they?

Juniper's POV

"You're joking right" I said with a smirk that was full of disbelief. This was hilarious. She did not actually want me to park here. My eyes deeply scanned Violette as I awaited a response. Oh, so she wasn't joking. "Park across the street then" voiced from her pink lips as she rolled those deep brown eyes, looking out her window. The sarcasm needs to stop. I glanced at the plaza across the street, although it was empty there was no way neither of us was walking from there, then back here in the dark. It wasn't any better. Plus, my body wasn't really in the state for walking. The air surrounding us was slowly becoming cold.....I had to decide. "Fine", I gave in, taking the keys out of the ignition and opening my door. We were literally In the Hood. I must admit, I never thought Violette lived here. I would've guessed a middle class home, maybe daddy issues. "Straight ahead, 225", she said as she guided me towards the two-story building that looked as if it were falling apart, and not at a slow rate either. Cigarette smoke fumed the air as groups of men and women filled the blocks. "Aye, Vanilla where you been at, Brian was looking for you earlier. You got a new whip?", a buff man in a group of five called out at Violette as the others stared at me. Ughhh, they better not fuck with my car. "Come on" she whispered, gently grabbing my arm and walking noticeably faster to the designated door. Does she know them? And, Who is Brian? Being here just added more anxiety to what was already present from earlier; so, asking questions was not really my forte at the moment.

Violette's pale hands pull out a key as she puts it in the slot of the door, the room number being 225. As the door became ajar, I noticed a tiny kitchen combined with a "living room" that consisted of only a couch and a small fatback television. There was weed and a grinder on what seemed to have been the coffee table, may I add it was the only table. Articles of black clothing that I have seen Violette in lied on the floor. She could not possibly sleep in here. I noticed that there were two additional bedroom doors as well as a half one which I'm guessing was for the bathroom. "Um you can sit down" she mumbled to me, gesturing to the couch as her eyes glanced around. It was like she was inspecting the place. I pulled out my phone as entertainment because she seemed busy ravaging through the kitchen cabinets and didn't look like she was in the mood for even subtle conversation. "Tylenol?" she asked before my ears became engulfed with the sound of a phone ringer. I looked to Violette, but it obviously wasn't hers. Her once relaxed look was now one of question. "Bastard" she said as she slammed the cabinet closed and walked to one of the two doors, opening it. "Shit V, can I have some privacy" said a mixed man that was possibly in his late twenties and was shirtless from as far as I could see. "Why so you can hide this bitch that's in your bed?" I heard Violette say in a raised pitch. "I guess two isn't even enough for you Brian " she added, still standing in the doorway. I watched as a half-dressed light-skin woman walked out the tiny room and out the front door, slamming it so hard I thought it would crumble.

"Shut the fuck up. Look what you did. I swear if Kaylen is home and she heard you, I'm gonn—" his deep voice was cut off by Violette. Gonna what?? "No, she's not asshole, and even if she was, there was nowhere for that bitch to hide" Violette said with an evil laugh. Who was this? Her Boyfriend? Brother?? I'm so damn confused. I know that whoever it is he has yet to notice me because he now has Violette on the wall and is kissing up her neck with his big hands on her butt. I'll scratch brother off the list. She pushes him off with a knee kick and he stays off. " And I almost had dinner for you; but only if you let me taste yours again first", the man said almost teasingly. "Again? I didn't let you the first fucking time, you sick fuck." she said with a disgusted but amused look. "And didn't I tell you to keep that shit put up, Cam does not need to be exposed to that". She gestured to the coffee table in which I sat directly in front of. "Wait, where is Cameron?" she asked walking back into the room I was in, the tan man following her lead. His hand scratched through the silky black waves in his hair. "Brian, you fucking left him at tutoring" she yelled. Damn she was ruthless. Violette has a mouth on her. "Who is this?" he asked, completely ignoring her question, eyeing me down. More discomfort was seeping in. "No one............ were leaving" she spat, earning an alarmed look. His hand rose, slapping her in the face. I gasped.