Retributed

Chapter 10

Retributed: Chapter 10

~Breezy P.O.V.~

I thought all of this shit was stupid between Vonnie and Nessa but as a nigga who'll do just about anything to get the cooch, here I was about to head to the trap with Nessa in the car so she couldn't run off or whatever... well plot twist, we not going to my trap we going to IRG's because I think Trey's there and I wanna get the low down on what happened yesterday. Rumors bruh, they spread like wildfire and then it becomes one giant game of telephone and what you hear is distorted from what actually happened so its best to go right to the operator and the operator in this case is Trey.

Looking at Nessa coming down the stairs, she had a smile on her face and a friendly warmth vibe radiating from her. Granted, Vonnie been left to pick up Bri so she wasn't home but its hard for me to picture Nessa being cold or unfriendly to anyone besides Isabella. She just doesn't seem like she has it in her but I told Vonnie I'd talk to her and see what was going on, maybe encourage her to be out on her own because she don't get out much and that ain't right. She in her twenties, that's the best time to get out into the world and fuck shit up. I honestly miss my twenties and at first when I heard Tilly Beans say she hated being out of her twenties, I didn't get it. Now I'm out of it and it sucks, I don't feel like I spent enough of that time exploring around like I should have but oh well.

"Good morning, Breezy." She said when she reached the bottom of the stairs and extended her arms out to me for a hug. "So where are we going?" 

"Morning and we're headin' out for a ride, you needa get out of the house." Motioning for her to exit out the front door, I followed along behind her and shut the door behind me. "When was the last time you went out and had fun, anyways?" I asked. 

"I don't know, a couple weeks ago I think?" 

"Yeah see you needa be out more. With all this time in the house, especially by yourself, what do you do all day?" I'm tryna ease my way into this topic and I think I'm doing a good job. Before she answered, she got herself all settled in the car and leaned in closer to my side, resting her elbow on that middle compartment thing that was between our seats. I never knew what that was called so we just gonna call that the elbow rest. 

"I'm just in my room or downstairs watching tv, not doing much." She said giving a subtle shrug of her shoulders. "There isn't really much out there that interests me so I like being a hermit crab." 

"I get bein' homebody, some days I get like that but you sure you not doin' anythin' else while you're at home? I was noticin' some things in Vonnie and I's bathroom out of place, especially in her closet. You know anythin' about that? I ain't mad about it, I think its funny but I've been tryin' to get to the bottom of this mystery. If its a damn ghost, y'all know I don't fuck with that shit, move my ass out so fast." I explained which got her to laugh. Driving the opposite way, Vonnie was about to pass us up so she must have already got Bri and is on the way back home. 

"I don't know anything about that." She said instantly and as we pulled up to a yellow light just about to turn red, I looked over at her and she tried to look back at me but she was struggling and ultimately looked the other way. 

"So that wasn't you that night in her closet when I came home?" I was reaching out on a limb here with that one 'cause I still can't make of that night. I think its just Vonnie tryna fuck with me and she doin' a good damn job. "In one of her robes that later went missing and then suddenly reappeared by the next day?" 

"Yes that was me but that was all just an accident. That night I used your shower because its a nice one and when you came home, I fled to her closet and just threw on the robe but you came in and I didn't know what to do. You thought I was Yvonne so I just kept quiet and then when you left I ran off to my room with the robe. I'm sorry." God fucking dammit... I don't like admitting  when Vonnie's right; I'm just not gonna tell her. She not getting the satisfaction of being right.