Unfinished Business

Chapter 2

Nicki

I know SB hears me kicking the walls. I can't believe he's just looking around like a lunatic. I guess he's reminiscing on our old days. I see him looking at the old pictures from tour. All I can do is shake my head. So much went wrong that night, but I can't see SB again so why am I even trying to get his attention. All of these camera angles are corny too. I didn't even know that he has built all this extra stuff under my house. I'm not even gonna go to the cops when I'm out of this. I'ma just handle his ass myself. This is exactly why you don't give the box up to light skinned niggas.

I was walking to the car to pull it up to SB's Uncle T's house, but when I had gotten inside of the car I heard a gun cock back in the backseat. I quickly tried to withdrawal my gun, but it was no use.

The anonymous Drake snatched it from me and said, "Drive. Act normal or this AK going off inside him." I did as I was told and parked the car in front of the house. After parking, Drake made me get out and run back to his car and we drove off back here. We've been here for almost a month now and I can't take this. I swear if nobody tries to come back and look for me again I'm fighting my way out.

I heard the basement door slam. Then footsteps across the wood floor. I looked at the door waiting for it to open after hearing a few keys jingle.

I looked up to see Drake smiling at me. "You saw your boyfriend? He ain't even try to look for you. See, only I, me, Drake cares about you." He smirked. I shook my head and gave him a disgusted look. I can't believe this nigga. He's really crazy.

"Fuck you little dick ass nigga!" I yelled as I spat on his shoes. I flinched at him raising his hand up at me, but he still slapped me across my face. I knew I shouldn't have even gotten into this relationship. I felt something warm run down my face, so I used my hand and wiped my face to find blood where he had busted my lip. I let a tear fall from my eye.

Drake kneeled down in front of me. I guess aiding my now busted lip. "You wanna rephrase that? You know I don't tolerate disrespect well baby. I'm sorry." He said as he pushed my hair behind my ear.

Ronnie

I've been out here for a few days, but I can't find my wife. Where is she? I've went to the address that she'd ask me to go to as soon as I had gotten released from prison, but of course no one answered. I guess I should just move on. I know my moms died while I was incarcenrated, then again thats my fault. I dropped my head at the thought of that. I can't believe it. Moms said that I'd be the one to put her in her grave. I denied it. but I guess she knew me better than I knew myself.