Amarie and Chris never spent a day apart until their love was forcefully ripped away from one another. They now live completely separate lives battling with their inner demons. They wish for the day they could be together again but they don't think...
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Wiping the sweat off of my forehead I let out a deep sigh. I had just finished cleaning up Dre's mess of a "mansion" after this huge party he had thrown for no reason. The house was a mess with trash, empty bottles of liquor and mix of unknown liquids that caused me to gag every time I came in contact with them. I had to start my shift for the nightclub in a couple of hours so I wasn't going to have a break. I would only have time to put Krystal to sleep and get myself ready.
I was so tired of cleaning up after this nigga. Leaning against the kitchen counter I held my temples in aggravation. I couldn't continue to put up with his bullshit forever. I was planning on saving up as much money as possible and attempting to sneak out with Krystal. All my other attempts of leaving this place failed but that was because I had no money and nowhere to go. Once I saved up some money I would flee to the airport and get on the first flight to LA.
I missed Chris so much. No matter how hard I tried to forget about him and the rest of the crew I couldn't. I missed every single one of them but it seems like they just gave up on me. Granted they thought I was dead but it was like my death wasn't being avenged in any way. Maybe they didn't care about me as much as I cared about them. It honestly hurt but at the end of the day, it is what t is.
I couldn't be locked up in this dungeon for the rest of my life. I was going to find a way out for me and my baby girl. We would live our life regardless whether Chris was in it or not. I had to keep that mindset for the sake of my sanity and the strength to keep my daughter afloat. This was a living nightmare and I didn't know how much longer I was going to be live in it.
"Dre wants you to check in." The sound of Omar's voice made me cringe. "You hear me, bitch?" He didn't even give a chance to respond, to begin with. I swear he abused his power way too much.
"Yes." I was trying everything in my power to hold back my attitude. I wasn't in the mood today.
Following him to Dre's room I kept my distance from him. Omar was a punk ass bitch. He would abuse a woman in a heartbeat but let a nigga jump in his face he'd fucking cower like a pussy. I've seen this before so I knew it was factual. One time he didn't obey Dre's orders exactly how they were given so Dre step to him. He about pissed his pants and Dre hadn't even raised a finger.
