Dream Girl | Omeeka

Chapter 43: 2 and 2

Part 3, Chapter 43
2 and 2

"No I don't want to talk"

(She slammed her phone face down on the white linen covered dinner table and buried her face in her palms. "Damn", she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted minutes later. The legs of the chair across from her made a soft screeching noise as they were pulled from underneath the table. There he stood, his neck covered in red ruby diamonds, a white leather shirt, white pants, and pair of Jordans. He pulled out his seat and sat down, a vile look on his face. The iPhone in his hand slammed down onto the table)

"So, What's it going to be?"

(Nicki glanced up at him, her eyes filled with pain.)

Nicki: "I've done all I can for you Safaree, for us"

Safaree: "You really love him?"

Nicki : " Yes" (dropping her head)

Safaree: "Wow, thats funny" (chuckling)

Nicki: "What is?"

Safaree: "you still love me" (grabbing her wrist) " I know you do, you wouldnt be here if you didn't. I still love you too, we can do this together"

Nicki: (snatching her arm away) "don't... " (sternly)

Safaree: "Here you go? You don't want me to touch you?"

Nicki: "No (raising her voice) Look, tell me what the fuck you came to tell me so I can go"

Safaree: "damn its like that?"

Nicki: "its like that!"

Safaree: "I was actually going to say congratulations on your engagment, but I see you don't have it on" (grabbing her hand)

Nicki: "I said not to touch me" (snatching it away and hiding her hand in her lap)

Safaree: (smiles) "It's not all what you thought it was going to be, huh?"

Nicki: (jumping from her seat) "You KNOW WHAT?" (pointing her finger in his face) "FUCK YOU!"

(She grabs her purse and heads toward the double doors of the private dining room. Safaree hops up and follows behind her with a stack of papers in his hands.)

Safaree: "Nicki, Hold up! (reaching for her) I said Hold up! Sign this!! YOU OWE ME THIS!"

Nicki: "I don't owe you shit!" (throwing her hands up)

(He reached to grab her by her forearm and Nicki's security grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall.)

Nicki: "Don't FUCKIN touch ME!!!"(Security kept him hemmed up until Nicki got a reasonable distance away)

Safaree: "YOU SERIOUS?!" (shouting) "I MADE YOU, UNGRATEFUL BITCH!!"

(That remark stopped her dead in her tracks. Her body trembled out of frustration and anguish. Hearing him mutter those words made her nauseous, after all she had done. She started to turn and walk towards him but something held her back. Her lips shivered as she struggled to form a coherent statement to howl back at him. Nick's mouth flew open but no words poured out, just a sadness and tears filled her eyes.Security escorted Nicki out the doors of the Los Angeles Phillipe Chow that he owned. Her black Maybach sat double parked in front of the VIP, the door already open. Forgetting her suitcase was sitting on floor of the backseat, she stubbed her toe on hard metal edge. The pain added to her frustration but took her mind off the situation for a moment. Nicki pulled her phone out of her Pink Chanel Bag, no missed calls.)