TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

TWENTY

Six Months Later...

Tommie sat on her king-size bed folding piles and piles of different colored clothes. The monotony of folding under, over, under, and over let her mind escape.

She stared at Stevie's t-shirts and boxers in disgust. For the past six months, she had been playing wifey to someone who she couldn't have cared less about.

Stevie ruined everything for her. She thought after Scrapp found out about their relationship, he would have fought to win her back, but she was wrong. In the beginning, Tommie called Scrapp all day every day, but once he found out that she was with Stevie, he changed all his numbers.

More and more, Tommie found herself home alone. Stevie was always on the block trying to get it by any means. When Scrapp found out about them being together, it caused a lot of tension within the clique.

Scrapp's first order of business was to banish Stevie and all his niggas from Da Razkalz Cru, so the clique separated into two groups. A lot of niggas left with Stevie.

He promised them false dreams and led them to believe that he would soon take his place at the head of the table. It was only a matter of time, so all the shady and underhanded niggas went along with him.

Scrapp on the other hand had all his loyal potnahs at his side. Everyone knew he was thorough, so they proved their loyalty to him and stayed. Scrapp wanted the organization to be about brotherhood, and Stevie proved that he couldn't be trusted.

"I gotta get out of this house," Tommie  screamed.

After throwing the rest of the unfolded clothes back into a white, plastic laundry basket, she grabbed her purse and keys and headed for the door.

$$$$$

"Yes, Erica. I'll be at the office soon. Give me like an hour. I went to get something to eat."

"You have a meeting at 3:00 p.m."

"I'll be there, Erica. I need you to chill out," Scrapp laughed.

"I don't get paid to chill, Scrapp. I have a job to do."

"I promise I'll be there before 3:00 p.m."

"Bye, Mr. DeLeon. I mean Scrapp."

Scrapp hung up the phone and turned around to go back inside Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles. He reached for the door handle, but before he opened it, he ran right into Tommie.

"Scrapp?"

"What's up?" He grabbed the door handle again to go back inside, but she jumped in front of him.

"How you been?"

"Cool," he said trying to dismiss her again. He spent the past six months getting over her and all the pain she put him through, so he wasn't really in the mood for conversation.

"Can we talk?"

"We don't have shit to talk about, Tommie."

"Look, I know I was wrong for fucking with Stevie."

"Ya'll are still together, right?"