Get Up 10

Chapter 6 - Trio

Ambrosine Brooks

Chasity drove to my house as her mom followed behind us in her car. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. My palms were sweating, I was getting hot flashes and just thinking of every worst case scenario. People like him are evil. They don't care what they do to people.

I prayed that Niche didn't change the locks and wasn't home. I really don't feel like being charged with breaking and entering. My name was never on the deed so that was an easy pass to jail if he was feeling petty.

We pulled up and parked across the street from his house. I took a deep sigh when I noticed the lights weren't on. Good. Looking under the flower pot I was relieved that the key was still there. Niche isn't as smart as he think he is. You a street dude selling drugs but got a key under a flower pot like you white or some shit?

Entering the cool house my first instance was to be quick. I really didn't have time to waste. This place gave me bad vibes.

" Okay I don't think he's here. Can we please be quick." Opening the closet underneath the stairs I pulled out my luggage. I never really went anywhere so I didn't use it. I'm not even sure why I have this.

" We can just stuff everything it these suitcases and a duffle bag should be inside of one of them. Take the important stuff." Proceeding upstairs and opening my door my eyes widened at the now destroyed room. He's a bitch.

" Wow." I said. My vanity was cracked, some clothes were ripped, bleached and destroyed. He saved the more expensive items probably to resell or give to his next hoe. Shit, they weren't originally mine to begin with. Different purses I've acquired over the years due to bad breakups, sneaky women, and gold diggers were in a trash bag. They were extremely expensive so I get why bleach didn't touch it. It still hurt though. I don't care how cheap my things that I personally bought are. I don't care if I had to save every penny he gave me to get a shirt. It was mine and he had no right. It was all I had.

Niche was adamant about keeping up an image for me. From my education to keeping me in designer. The flashy life has never been my style.
I guess the expensive items were just "props" to create this false reality. Unfortunately for him, this shit is mine now and it's coming with me.

My throat tightened and my heart sank after seeing he had broken my laptop too. The laptop I saved every penny to buy was now broken into two. My poor MacBook destroyed for no reason. I was irritated and ready to go set this place on fire so he knew how it felt to lose something.

I was beyond angry. Furious couldn't even describe how I felt.

" This son of a bitch" Camila said.

" Look Audi, everything's not completely ruined you still have some clothes in the closet" Chas said trying to fake a smile. Whenever we were kids she would try to fake a smile to make me feel better about bad things. It's a habit she never gave up.

I shooked my head.

" No it isnt but I cant sit here and dwell. I'm all cried out so just grabbed what survived from the bleach. All these bags and clothes he bought coming with me." I said.

" Let's just hurry up and get out of here, I've had enough of this house and this black bastard. Grab that bag Chasity. He won't miss it." Camila said.

Quickly I began to pack the things that survived in suitcases. Opening a draw I found a picture of me my mom & dad. It was so old that I could barely see her face. I ripped my father out the photo leaving it lying on the nightstand and stuffed the incomplete image in my bag. I don't know why. She's equally shitty.

Maybe she left because he was doing this to her but why would she leave me? I had no answer.

" Is this everything?" Chasity said.