Inside Brooklyn

CHAPTER 50. Im leaving you

I got back to the house and of course Q wasn't here. "What could I say to him to make him come home now?" I said to myself out loud. I picked up my phone and dialed Q. No answer I called back two more times still no answer. I left out the house and back into my car. I wasn't about to sit here and wait for him after he been with another bitch all day so I called Chance. 

"Wassup Trina , you get everything situated with your mom." I totally forgot I told that lie. "Yeah , but what are you doing?" "Chilling watching football." "Well did you want some company?" "Yeah , Of course you can come over. I live in the Golden Towers." I could tell in his voice was excited for me to come over. "And where is that at exactly?" "Oh , yeah it's by the beach and the apartments are gold so you can't miss it. I'm apartment number 342." "Ok see you soon." 

I knew I wouldn't spend the night with him. And this was not considered cheating , what Q was doing was cheating. And he cheated first. He been cheating ever since we got here. What else was he lying about then? I could already see Chances apartments. They were beautiful. He wasn't lying. I parked my car across the street from the apartment. A man opened the door for me. "Good evening ma'am , with whom are you looking for?" The man talked so proper it was weird. No apartments i been to in Brooklyn ever had no shit like that. "Chance Carson."

 "He is on the 16th floor?" "How many floors do this place have anyway?" The man smiled like he was asked that a lot. "58." I walked over to the elevator and pressed 16. I was getting more nervous. The elevator stopped on the 11th floor. A women got on. She was wearing a green skin tight dress. Her hair was laid back. It reached to the middle of her back. She gave a shy smile. I got off the elevator and began walking down the hall. "339, 340, 341, 342!" I stood there for a second then took a deep breath and knocked on the door.