We got back to the hideout and I was going to talk to Ronnie, but Hakeem persuaded me to talk to him first.
He pulled me into an empty room. I sat at the table. This was like the 'conference room'.
"You iight?"
He really asked me this shit?
"No. You're not....we're not gonna be the same anymore."
"What you mean?" He asked as he sat on the table.
"I mean that we're like Drake's album."
"What part of the album? Wu-Tang Forever?"
"No, because no part of me wants to be yours anymore. First, we were 'Worst Behaviour', but now, From Time, because I love me enough for the both of us."
"Quit talking in code and say what that mean. I hate when you're submissive."
"The name of the album. Nothing was the Same."
"And?"
"And I think we need to slow down! It was disgusting how you did Rakim!"
"If anything, I should be the mad one! You act like you still got feelings for that nigga!"
I got up to walk out, but he grabbed my arm.
"So you still love him or what?"
Another breakdown.
Whenever I get emotional, I always have some type of aftershock; This one is an effect of last night.
"LET ME GO!" I sounded like someone burning alive in a fire. All he could do is stare in horror and let go of me.
I cleared my eyes and nose. I went upstairs to get my phone and other stuff I left. I met Rakiiba when she was coming out of the bathroom.
On my momma she looks so damn familiar. She can't be any older than 19, but looks fucked up for her age.
"Where you going, Elle?"
"I don't know yet."
"Come on. I wanna talk."
"No. I want to leave here and go!"
"You'd want to see what's on my phone."
Hakeem came up the stairs when I was following Rakiiba to a room.
Hakeem: "Where y'all going?"
Me: "You need to leave me alone and stay away."
Rakiiba: Smirks. "Yeah. Go somewhere else. You need to get used to not having your so called 'girlfriend' around."
What does that mean?
Hakeem: "Elle, I'm sorry. Come here, please."
I rolled my eyes and kept walking with Rakiiba. I don't know why he's acting so bipolar.
We went into the room and Rakiiba locked the door.
The door can unlock from the outside if the right key was put in.
Rakiiba hurried up and swiped out her phone.
Hakeem: *Beating On The Door* "OPEN THE DOOR! CHERELLE!"
Rakiiba stopped me from opening the door and held her phone out to me.
DAMN!
"WHEN WAS THIS?!"
"Remember your little fight with Hakeem yesterday?"
All of it clicked.
I ripped the door open and saw a scared Hakeem. He didn't look scared, but his eyes spoke.
"THE FUCK THAT SHIT IS?!"
"I can explain.."
"A FUCKING VIDEO?!"
He was quiet.
"SPEECHLESS NOW?!"
Ronnie and Miguel ran up the steps.
Ronnie: "The fuck is going on?!"
"THESE 2 DIRTY ASS MUTHERFUCKERS WAS FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK!!"
Rakiiba: No, bitch. If I wouldn't have told you, THEN I'd be dirty. Watch your ass.
"WASH your ass! You're dirty because you did it in the first place, hoe!"
She threw the first punch to my nose, but I tackled her to the ground and she started pulling my hair.
Miguel pulled me off.
Ronnie: "Rakiiba, you got to go! All you do is cause trouble! You need to be out by tonight and if we ever see you again, we'd slice your dick-sucking throat! Take Cherelle down to the conference room and call everybody down there," he ordered Hakeem.
*******Ronnie: "Starting with Rakiiba," all eyes turned to her,"You're always bringing shit here and fucked just about everybody here. You need to go immediately and we'd track you down if you sell us out."
A guard guided her out the room.
Ronnie:"Hakeem, man, you know I got love for you, but you been fucking up lately. I know you watching for your girl, but we need Juan down and our drugs sold.
Cherelle, you in. We trust you."I was shocked. I'm in this shit?!
Hakeem mean mugged me and I followed Ronnie into a next door room when we heard guards shouting and shooting.
Ronnie: "Get the girls upstairs and lock the door for them." He handed me 2 Glock .40s and a walkie-talkie thing.
It's time.
[A/N: I need ALOT of time to MYSELF these days, so updates are being written and ready, but I'm just holding off on updating. If you actually read this fantasy shit, thanks. I appreciate you appreciating my work. 💋💙]
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Novela JuvenilI'm Cherelle but everyone calls me Elle. I'm in the pursuit of being 21 and living a fully legal life. Time for Love, Laughs, and Life Lessons.