GUILT

Chapter 6

"I can't believe this." Chantelle dropped the phone on the sofa next to Shay and walked to her room and slammed the door. Since she left her phone unlocked, Shay decided to call the number and a female voice answered.

"Yes?" The voice answered.

"Who the fuck is this?" Shay yelled into the phone.

"That's what the hell I'm trying to figure out."

"Nah, F all that. Where Trae at?"

"Why you wanna know? You ain't his," The voice started laughing over the phone.

"You damn right I'm not but my sister is hoe!"

"So you calling me for another bitch? And who the fuck is your sister hoe?"

"All that don't even matter and I'm not calling you, I'm calling Trae. You don't own his phone."

"But I own his dick!"

"You don't even own that cause my sister fucking him, apparently better than you do hoe." The phone conversation grew silent. "Oops, my bad honey," Shay said sarcastically.

"Bitch fuck you! You really 'bout to make me pull up on yo ass."

"Do it! I'm at the Bankside Apartments."

"Alright, bet."

"Bet!" The phone hung up. Shay banged on Chantelle's door. "Girl open the door this hoe trying to come fight us!"

Chantelle mood changed. Although she had tears running down her face, she was ready to pop off on anybody that was coming her way. "Maine, what the hell happened?"

"She started getting buck and was talking about pulling up so I told the hoe to come on." Shay put on a pair of Chantelle's Adidas and took off her jacket so she was just wearing a tank top and shorts.

"I don't want to fight over somebody who used me and that ain't mines." Chantelle was still putting her hair into a bun.

"I understand how you feel but you ain't fixing to let a bitch punk you."

"I don't even give a damn no more. I don't give a fuck what happens to his ass. That nigga used me and that feeling ain't ever going to change. He probably fucking with a bunch of hoes out here and I'll be damned if I let him use me again. Fake ass nigga," Chantelle sighed. She walked into the kitchen and poured juice into a glass to calm down. After taking a few sips, she heard some girl outside screaming, "Where the fuck she at?!"

Chantelle and Shay walked outside and seen a girl about 5'5, light skinned, that had very long weave. She was walking on the sidewalk across from Chantelle apartments. She wore a olive colored crop top with some Nike joggers and matching shoes. Shay walked up to her.

"It's me hoe," Shay yelled at the girl across the parking lot.

"Oh, so this you?" The girl started laughing like she knew she was fixing to beat Shay's ass.

"Yeah, this me and this my sister." The girl eyeballed Chantelle up and down like she envied her.

"Oh, hey sweetie. My name Cayren. I'm Trae's girlfriend and I heard you was fucking with my man so now you 'bout to regret that shit," Cayren balled up her fists.

"I don't regret shit. His dick was too bomb. It's a shame he fucking with a 'lil rat like you."

Cayren ran up on Chantelle. Chantelle threw punches like it wasn't anything to it. Shay stood back and watched as Cayren tried to fight for her life but she wasn't connecting any punches. Chantelle grabbed her hair and slung her to the ground, then got on top of her beating her face in. 

"How you like that hoe! I don't know why you tried to come at me the way you did 'lil bitch!" Chantelle was fed up and took every inch of her anger out on Cayren's face. There were a few people standing around and then a car with bright headlights pulled up. Trae and Devin got out the car and headed towards Chantelle and Shay.

"Man, what the fuck going on?" Trae said in anger. He tried to break up Cayren and Chantelle but Chantelle's strength was something powerful. Trae had to pick up Chantelle and carry her off to the side and Devin stood back with Shay.

"Tell her Trae, tell her you mines!" Cayren shouted with blood dripping from her face and nose.

Chantelle shook from Trae's arms and started to run up on Cayren. "Fuck this shit hoe!" Trae grabbed Chantelle but she got away from him again and walked over towards Shay and stood next to her. By then her neighbors walked back into their houses.

"Trae, I need you to fucking tell her," Cayren stumbled to him.

Trae backed up, causing her to fall back down. "I ain't telling her shit cause you ain't mines so stop wasting your breath on this bullshit."

"Trae, you my baby. You will always be my baby. I need you to fucking let her know that!" Cayren cried out.

"You're nothing to me! I dropped you from my life a long time ago. You ain't do shit but cause me hell. I don't know why the hell you tripping. You ain't shit but a low life co-worker. How the hell did you even get here?"

"Stole your 'lil bitch ass phone," Cayren mumbled under her breath.

"That's why I couldn't find it."

"Yeah motherfucker. I took it while you was on the elevator on the way to the meeting," Cayren waved it in the air.

Trae grabbed her body and her arm. "Give me back my shit!"

"Ooh daddy, I like that," Cayren smirked. "You see this hoe! He all over me and can't get enough," she yelled at Chantelle.

Trae slightly twisted her arm to get his phone back, which caused her to start fighting him. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, then pushed her forcefully toward the ground. Devin rushed out there to hold Trae back from him hitting her anymore.

"Man, dude, it ain't worth it bro," Devin said. He picked up Trae's phone and pushed him to the side along with him.

Cayren got up from the ground screaming and holding her face. "Yo 'lil bitch ass hit me!" She limped back to her car. "This ain't over, this goes for y'all hoe asses too!" Cayren got in her car and started it up and drove off from the parking lot. Moments later, she drove back around full speed when she saw that she had a good angle of Trae and ran her car right into him, which also caused her to hit a parked car. Then she backed up, and drove off.

Trae's body went up into the air and laid out on the ground unconscious. Chantelle was the first person to run over to him, then Devin and Shay followed.

"Trae! Trae! Oh my God, Trae! Baby, I need you to get up!" Tears filled Chantelle's eyes.

"Bro, c'mon. Trae!" Devin yelled in anger.

Shay watched in disbelief.

Chantelle propped his head in her lap and blood stained her leggings from the back of his head. "Oh my God! Somebody call 9-1-1," she yelled.

Devin used his phone to call the ambulance and they were soon to be on the way.