Broken

Chapter 8: Ur

{Joy}

Clarity is a state of mind
Freedom ain't real, who's sold you that lie?
I ain't buying it

Ur
SZA

I sit in the chair across from Troy, as he about to tell me what is going on.

"Ight man, shit. So I was working with his man named Mr. Garcia and some mother fucker was getting in his ear and now he think I stole from him, he wants me to come down to Mexico, alone. When a motherfucker mess with him they always turn out dead or someone close to them. " he said leaning back in his chair.

"But what If you don't" I ask him afraid of the answer.

"Shit I'm dead man walking" he wipes his face.

"Why can't Killa or King help you" I ask him wondering why.

"Shit they are, but it's not much they can do. This shit is just personal for me. They ain't got shit to do with it. Plus This man has personal shit on me, someone set me up and before I go down there I'm find out who" he says then he leans closer to me, "Joy, I have to left for a little minute, I giving you this" he grabs somethings behind his desk then knees in front of me. He had a gun in his hand.

"This shit popped out of no where and I'll be damned  if something happens to you" he puts the gun in my hand.

"Wait, you can't go" I feel my eyes burning and the tears are coming.

"I have to babygirl, still come back here everyday ok. You'll be working with King and Killa" he kisses my on my forehead and he walks out the door. Why does it seem like people are always leaving me. I sit in the same spot, I can't bring myself to move just yet, I feel like I lost a part of me. I don't even know when he is coming back.

I finally bring myself to get up. I put the gun in my waistline. I walk to Killa office first and he is not in there, so I walk to Kings and he is sitting in his chair on the phone. He motions for me to come over as he talks on the phone. I sit in chair in front of his desk.

I over listen to his conversation while looking around.
"That's my nigga and he is going to be straight I guaranteed that" I guess he is talking about Troy.

He finally gets off the phone and turns and looks at me.

"So Money dumped me with you huh" he asks me.

I lift my eyebrows at him, like really. "I'm kidding, but I guess you have to take me up on that offer now" he says talking about him asking me to be his damn personal assistant.

"I guess so" I say leaning back.

"You can go early today, we've all had a lot of shit going on today" he said flashing a smile, I can tell he is just trying to make me feel better but it ain't working.

"Thanks" I get up and walked to the door.

"Hold on" he says and he walks up on me. He walks up so close to me and he looks me up and down, he licks he lips and then he looks down and he grabs the gun.

"I'll teach you how to handle this tomorrow" he takes the gun and walks away.

I walk out the door, I'm need Troy to come back asap.

*

It's about 1 in the morning and I can't sleep. I have Troy on my mind hoping he is ok and he stays unharmed. As I'm deep in my thoughts i hear a bang in the front. I get up and throw on my grown. I try to find a weapon or something in my room but nothing. I grab my phone and I slowly open my door. I see a tall white man, with brown hair and a scar over his right eye throwing stuff around. He looks my way I quickly move and cover my mouth. I hear foot steps closer and then boom he comes in my room.

"You must be the Joy" he gives me a creepy smile and walks closer to me. I step back into I run into the wall.

I seen his fist coming to my face and I felt liquid run down my face. I touch my lip and see blood. Then he grabs my face and squeezes it.

"Tell your friend Troy, that he better show or you won't be the last stop" he spit on the side on the wall almost on my face.

"I wouldn't want to ruin this pretty face" he smacks my face a little a couple of times.

"Thanks for you time" he kicks me in my stomach about 4 times and my phone flys out of my robe pocket. Then he steps on my leg, it feels like it's going to break but he stops before it does. "I could kill you right now, but that's sadly that's not on my agenda. And Joy of you ever see my face again you better run "He laughs then he walks out of the room while knocking down everything in his path. His voice keeps replaying in my head, if I ever see him again I better run.

I crawl over to my phone and call someone because I know I couldn't call the cops.

I hear the pick up the phone, "help" I could only manage to get out.

Then there was darkness.

I wake up in a unfamiliar bed. Then I see Bria walk in with a little rolly table full with medicine.

"Hey boo your up" she smiles.

I try to lean up put pain from my stomach it preventing me from doing so.

"Hey hey hey, come down, you can't be doing all of that moving" she said.

"How long was I out for, wait where am i" I ask her looking around.

"For about 3 hours, and at King house" she said opens some medicines. "Open" she says for me to open my mouth for some medicine. "swallow" she said and I did.

"You should be fully healed in about 2 weeks, you can go back to work in a week until then your on bed rest" she said resting her hand on my bed. " and these on your meds, love make sure you take one every day"then she walks out.

Once she walks out the King and Killa walks in.

"How you feeling" King stands in front of.

"Could be better" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who did this to you Joy" I hear Killa as he sits next to me in a chair.

"It was a tall white guy, he said tell Troy that he better show or I won't be the last stop" I lean my head down.

"Fuck" he yells and I jump, he slams the door as he walks out.

"It ok Joy, we'll find who did this" Killa paddled the side of my bed and he walked out.

Then Kami walks in and sits next to me.

"Are you ok" she asks I see tear building up in her eyes.

"Hey, I'll be ok" I slowly smile and put my hand on top of hers.

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Poor Joy

Troy is gone but for how long?

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