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i can't believe i found love, i was hard-bodied
narrative.
later that night, what once was supposed to be just a dinner ended up being much more. the radio played soft tunes as you took in California's breeze. connie wasn't paying y/n any attention but his mind was. there was so much he wanted to ask the girl. even though they had gotten through one of their long overdue conversations, he still wondered about her. why did she endure this abuse? who was the guy? when and how did it happen? there was so many thoughts that rushed in his mind.
was this best for them? was he overstepping his boundaries? whether he liked it or not, he needed to have a conversation with you. he wanted to know where you were in life mentally. you felt the car turn as your eyes fluttered open. "cmon." he said as he got out the car. you were confused on where you were until you took in your surroundings. the beach. the moon lit the beautiful blue sea as the waves crashed onto shore.
connie came back as he replaced your heels with your fendi slides. in hand, he had a basket with a blanket, snacks, and a speaker. "come with me." he reached out his hand as he guided you onto the sand. the breeze kissed your face as the wind blew. he laid the blanket down as he put the rest of the basket down. he connected the speaker to his phone as you dusted the sand off your dress.
"you fuck wit' it? this was on my mind and i don't know if you was gon' like it." he lightly chuckled. "yes constance, i love it." you smiled as you looked around. the beach was empty. only a few civilians roamed the beach while others carried on the streets of LA. he reached over to lean his body against yours. unknowingly, you flinched at the action. his eyebrows furrowed as he froze. "oh, i didn't mean to- no no, has anyone been hittin' you?" he interrupted. constance knew the answer to that. he just wanted you to tell him on your own.
"uu-uhm, why would you think that?" you responded as you slightly moved away from him. you didn't know why you did such, it wasn't connie who had abused you. "you lyin' to me y/n, i know you." he said. his voice came off stern, yet his touch was so gentle. "has anyone been abusing you, y/n. i need to know!" he pleaded. tears began to form as you stared down at your hands.
he quickly embraced y/n as she sobbed in his arms. he could tell by her weakened state that he was bad. "i just didn't want you to look at me differently." she started as she wiped her tears. "i didn't think it was going to go far so that's why i didn't say anything. this makes me look weak even after how so many people say you should leave after the first time." she continued. "i just didn't know what to do connie, i was scared." she cried. constance had never seen y/n so broken down. yes, during their relationships, they had their moments of tears.
however, right now he didn't recognize y/n. he had always known y/n for being strong, independent, peaceful, and unbreakable. however, behind that was this. a girl who is soft, vulnerable, and broken. for some reason, he was seeing her inner child and it was beyond damaged. "who did this to you?" he asked, you still in his arms. you took a minute before you muttered. "jamel. jamel porters." connie thought as he did find this name very familar. he thought until it clicked.
his facial expressions darkened as he looked down at you. "let's go, you staying at my place tonight." he said as he hurriedly headed to the car. "connie, where is you goin'?!" you hurried behind him. his emotions were all over the face. he didn't know what he was more mad at, the fact you were with this guy or the fact that jamel thought this was okay. as soon as you got in the car, he sped to his home.
throughout knowing connie, he wasn't the one to get mad or upset so for this happen, it scared you. he pulled into the driveway as he texted on his phone. he got out the car as he hastily entered his home. you followed behind as you wondered what had gotten into him. "yea, im on my way." he said as he hung up, he headed into his closet as he changed into a black zip up with black sweats with his balenciaga tracks. he made sure to add his ski on top of his pocket.
"connie, what the fuck?" he turned as you breathed heavily due from following him. "what?" he said, as he looked for his keys. "whatchu mean what? why are you acting like this?" you furrowed your eyebrows. it was like he snapped in front of your eyes. "i'm gon be back later tonight, if you need anything, just call me. you can wear one of my shirts." he ignored what you said as he headed to the front door. he had no choice but to. "what con-" the door slammed shut. you were left with air and the sound of the shower running.
he pulled out his all black bmw x6. his thoughts were getting to him which caused him to speed subciously. his phone began to ring as he seen it was you. he declined it as he seen it was amir calling right after. "hello?" he spoke as he could hear shuffling. "they got him." amir said quickly. "i'm heading to the location now." he said as he hung up. his phone kept blowing up with notifications from you. he turned off his phone as he threw it in the passenger's seat. if only he knew that he would live to regret that decision.
shortly, he made it to this abandoned warehouse. he walked in and there he seen amir, 3 other men with the man himself. he got his gun out the car as he placed it in his waistband. as he got closer, he could see jamel was blind-folded. "man take this shit off, what the fuck bra?!" he resisted. one of amir's men smacked him with the gun in head. "fuck!" he shouted as he spit out blood. constance gave the signal to remove the blindfold as they did. jamel's eyes readjusted as his eyes widened. yet, he smirked.
"it's been a minute mel." connie chuckled. "it has constance." jamel smirked. they had knew eachother prior. jamel was the guy who kept breaking his relationship with aaliyah. he had put connie's life in danger so many times that it was unbearable. they had been friends before then. after that, it would be small things that connie would keep note. he had been ready for this day. he wanted to torture jamel. "how's my bitch? she still on yo dick?" he chuckled. it took everything in connie not to kill this nigga where he stood. even amir noticed it.
"that sorry ass hoe, that's all you twin." he scoffed. jamel laughed, shaking his head. he knew constance inside out. even though connie had a gun, he would never use it. especially not on him. "my other bitch? what's her name? the sexy brownskin one?" he taunted. "y/n right? her sexy thick ass. yeah i was all up in dat." he laughed. connie shot his knee as he groaned in pain. "fuck up talking bout her. youn need to worry about her." he said as he walked over to him.
the atomsphere was tense. jamel held no facial expression as he analyze his opponent's face. "you real soft nigga, that's why he was fuckin' wit a real nigga." his low eyes stared at connie's. before he could say anything, gunshots began to disburse. amir and connie quickly moved for their car as they seen jamel gone.
they got into the car as they could hear sirens coming near the scene. "TAKE THE BACKROAD!" amir yelled as connie sped their way onto the backroad. in the midst of all, his phone kept blowing up. he finally answered as it was a facetime call from an unknown number.
"hello? who dis?" he said as he connected to his car. "oh hey baby, you missed me?" the woman asked. "i don't think your girlfriend y/n missed me though, she wasn't very understanding." she pointed the phone to show y/n's limp body. "see you soon!" the lady kissed the phone as the call ended. "fuck!" he shouted.
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wellpp, ain't that some shit ? so much is going on & i know yall stressed , who yall think is back? & my boy constance gets like that, or do he really? 🤔
