If looks could kill Toya would have been dead on arrival. Raymond was starring a hole in the side of her head, trying to hold his composure.
Toya had always been a pretty small girl, but now she looked flat out boney. Her dress barley had anything to hang onto. Her smooth dark skin use to glow now she just seemed ashy and dull. Raymond could tell that Toya was not herself.
Raymond downed the rest of his cup of Hennessy and poured himself another cup. When he turned back around Toya was out of sight. He quickly scanned the room but was unable to find her.
"Bro just chill." Trey tells Raymond as if he could read his mind.
"I'm chill bro, I just need to talk to her." Raymond responds.
"Ay you good man. Fuck that Bitch." Trey tries to convince Raymond.
Raymond decides to give up his search for Toya at the moment. The dj begins playing the song Booty by blac youngsta. Raymond's eyes quickly scan the dance floor as he heads in that direction. He knew that was Bre's favorite song. Just as he thought Bre was bent over with her butt in the air throwing her ass back to the beat of the song.
Raymond slips behind Bre placing one hand on her hip. Bre starts throwing it back even harder, her butt brushing up against Raymond's penis. Raymond lifts his drink up in the air as he pushes back up against Bre's butt as if he was sexing her from behind.
The two looked like they were ready to check into an hotel room by the end of the song. Bre was grinding her butt all into Raymond's crotch. At this point she wasn't really on beat with the song just loving how good Raymond's dick felt up against her ass.
Their moment was interrupted, by Toya bumping Raymond so hard the rest of his drink spilt all over Bre.
Before Raymond could even make sense of what was going on. Toya pushes Bre over and punches her in the nose.
Raymond quickly snatches Toya up by her arms. Toya thrashes her body wildly trying to get free.
Just about everyone in the club is watching at this point. Bre runs away blood streaming from her nose.
Raymond begins dragging Toya outside kicking and screaming.
As soon as they get outside Raymond pushes Toya into a parked car and wraps his hands around her throat tightly.
"Why the fuck you do that?" Raymond asks rhetorically squeezing Toyas neck until her eyes bulge. When he lets her go she bends over coughing and gasping for air.
"Fuck that ugly ass bitch." Toya finally gets out.
Before Raymond can think clearly he slaps Toya so hard all she can do is grab her face and try and find away to get lost.
"Bitch you worried about the wrong thing! Where yo son at Bitch?" Raymond asks rhetorically, before slapping Toya again. "Bitch I ain't seen you in three fucking weeks!" Raymond yells not caring about the crowd of people that had begin coming out to stare.
"You can't keep yo son a few weeks! Nigga I do this 25/8 wit no fucking help!" Toya yells back at Raymond, with tears streaming down her face.
"Bitch look how you did it though! On some sneaky shit you a sorry ass bitch! Can't even pick up the phone to check on yo own fucking child." Raymond says with pure hatred and disgust in his eyes.
"You get to live your life! Do what the fuck you want, when you want! I'm just trynna live mines too." Toya responds full of sarcasm. Toya had a weird smile on her face trying to laugh through the pain, tears were streaming down her face streaking her cheap makeup.
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Ain't All About the Juice
Non-FictionJuice n the City sequel. Three years later, Trey