Behind the Scenes.

Chapter Three.

Zonnique quickly ran when she saw the door knob twist she dived onto her bed and picked up her phone. She clicked the instagram app, and started scrolling down just acting normal. She heard a knock on the door and already got nervous.

"W-who is it?" She asked as her breathing got uneven from her nervousness.

"It's Ray Ray. Open the door Nique, don't play no games." He demanded. She got up slowly.

She fixed her crop top and pulled up her high waisted jeans a little. She puffed up her now, brown Caramel short hair. She applied some lip gloss. She didn't even know why she was prepping herself. It was just Ray Ray.

She opened the door and Ray Ray looked her up and down and bit his lip. As much as Zonnique hated him for sexually abusing her, she learned to let go kinda only a little bit. They still aren't on speaking or good terms but they're working on it of course.

"So you gone move so I can come in or...?" Ray Ray asked giving her a weird look.

"Whatever. Come in." She went to go sit on the bed and put her phone next to her.

He closed the door. Zonnique noticed his flirtatious look turned into a a evil one. She gulped as he came close me to her.

"You do realize that it's your fault we don't know where Roc is?" He asked calmly still having that look on his face.

"Well he was being retarded." She said bluntly folding her arms and rolling her eyes and looked away.

"Roc Royal is not fucking retarded, you dumb hoe! I should beat your ass again so you get my message! Stop calling him fucking retarded! He doesn't learn things quick enough for a 16 year old! Out all people you should know that! You understand people more than anyone else Zonnique!" Ray Ray shouted at Star.

"Stop yelling me!" Zonnique shouted back as tears rolled down her face. "Just stop fucking yelling at me!"

"What happened to you? Huh? What happened to the my baby? My zonniepooh bear? Huh? What happened to her? Cause this hoe I'm looking at isn't my baby." Ray Ray snarled. Zonnique stood up and slapped him across the face. Her long stiletto nails had came in contact with his bottom lip cutting it a little.

"Stop calling me out my damn name! I'm not your "Zonniepooh Bear anymore!" She yelled throwing up her hands for quotations. "You sexually abused me! Now I'm afraid! Now I'm afraid to be around you. That night I never seen you so mad! You made me this way Rayan! I'm a bitch because of you! I have to be more meaner to scare boys away! You did this to me!" Zonnique shouted pointing her finger in his chest. He grabbed her wrist and threw it off him. He looked at her in pure disgust.

"You're a fucking stripper Zonnique! Aren't you scared of grown ass men who are pervs touching you in places, asking for a private show? Huh? Aren't you scared of that? If you're so damn afraid Zonnique then why the hell are a damn stripper?!" Ray questioned her.

She looked away, tears still rolling down her cheek. She was looking out the window that was by her bed watching the birds fly by as the day sky was soon getting darker.

"I need the money Ray." She said in a low tone.

"Oh YOU need the money?" Ray Ray asked chuckling at her stupid answer.

"YOU'RE ZONNIQUE JAILEE PULLINS! STAR OF MOTHERFUCKING OMG! AND YOUR ASS NEEDS THE MONEY?! SHUT THAT SHIT UP!" Ray Ray shouted extra loud this time getting her face. She was so shook up on how his voice went from calm to the extreme.

The door busted open and it was Bahja. She had cuts all over her face. On her cheek was a big black and purple bruise. Her jeans were dirty from mud. Her bright pink hair was filled with leaves and twigs. Her eye make up running down her face. She fell to the floor as she threw her her Louis Vuitton bag to the corner.