A Strippers Epiphany

Six: Care

A Strippers Epiphany: Six
"Care"

"Can't even lie, bro. She bad, I can't blame you."

Rell rolled his eyes for the third time. Chris had been talking about his encounter with Honey all night. It had barely lasted for fifteen minutes, but it felt like they were stuck in the moment forever. He didn't even get a chance to blink before ol' girl had collected the money off the ground and dipped. Shit, she had moved so fast she almost broke her ankle in those tall ass heels.

Rell couldn't front though, Honey was fine. Definitely different than the botched hoes that walked the streets of Oakland. But Rell knew better than to get involved with a bitch. Even the innocent bitches surprised you these days. It'd be the same hoes falling asleep next to you at night, that'd set you up by the morning. He had a daughter to feed, and he wouldn't ever let no nigga or female take food out her mouth.

"Nigga, why you so worried about me? I heard your girl caught your ass with a bitch in your lap," Rell responded.

Chris sucked his teeth. He had been on the straight and narrow since the last time he and Cherry had argued. He had a few bitches suck him off here and there, and even still wore a condom. He hadn't been sliding up in anybody's pie other than Cherry. He couldn't lie, it was tempting not to fuck off when bitches were throwing pussy north and south, but he wanted to do right by her. One step at a time.

"She just tripping. I think it was that bitch with the fupa who was snitching. Her fat ass was side eyeing me all night." Chris snickered.

Chris was Rell's right hand man, but for some reason he couldn't understand this nigga when it came to females. Chris could make a bag appear like Houdini, but he ain't have a lick of sense when it came to bitches.

"I told your dumb ass she was gone find you, bruh. I just know y'all better not run in my shit on no bullshit," Rell shook his head. Rell knew Cherry and Chris were toxic for each other. He had seen they ass fight with knifes, on some Kill Bill shit, and go to the hospital happily in love.

"Nigga fuck all that, we here." Chris tucked his Beretta in his waste as they pulled up to Darius's neighborhood. They had been following him home for the last thirty minutes. It was a shame the nigga was so dumb.

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Honey let out a small moan as her body dipped into the hot water. She needed a warm bath to gather her thoughts about the night. Every time she thought of what had went on between her and Rell, she wanted to disappear. She thought of what she could of say or how she could of played it off, but instead she had ran off like she had stole something. She was only doing her job, but things had got carried away too fast. She couldn't believe his fingers were basically touching her pussy.

She was attracted to Rell and she hated it. It was the fact that he was everything she liked in a man. He was to himself, never talking too much. He never flexed his money, you could tell he was a walking bag just by his stance. He was gentle, he had a soft spot inside of him, but still niggas knew not to fuck with him. She didn't even know the man, only had one actual conversation with him and he made her want to say fuck her morals.

The soothing sounds of Sonder's Care played through out the bathroom as she ran her loofah across her skin. Emotionally, she knew she wouldn't be ready to give herself to another man. Not until she was able to confront her demons. Her pain. Physically, she wanted a man's touch. Preferably Rell's. Before tonight, she would never have thought she had a chance but the way his fingers ran across her skin, it made her at least want to try. If he rejected her, then she'd move on to the next. Yet she knew she couldn't handle that, it was all better said than done. With her, being physical came with emotions.

She hated it. Though she had only ever been with one person, she knew that once she gave someone her body, she wouldn't be able to hide her feelings. She knew Rell would never go for that, though she didn't know much about him.

Looking into his eyes, she could seen pain just as deep as hers if not deeper. She knew just like her, he wasn't ready for emotions. She had been told that the eyes were the window to the soul, and both of theirs were lost.

"Front door open," the alarm system read.

Honey groaned as she heard Darius enter the home. The sound of heels clicking told her he had company once again. She wish she had gone to Cherry's crib, but she was scared of running into Chris and Rell there.

Honey let the tub drain and wrapped a towel around herself. She tossed her dirty clothes into the hamper before quickly retreating into the guest bedroom. She sat in front of the vanity she had brought and began to brush her damp hair. She wanted to untangle it and be in bed in the next ten minutes so she could hopefully tune out Darius and his company.

Honey had just finished untangling her hair when she heard a long bang as well as the loud ass alarm system. In less than forty seconds, the alarm had went off. Annoyed, knowing Darius dumb ass had fucked something up again, Honey peeked out her room door.

She heard silence. Not even Darius. She wanted to yell out but something in her told her not to. This reminded her of some shit she had seen in scary movies. Her first thought was to hide under the bed, but the real bitch in her forced her to check out the scene. Grabbing her pistol from her purse, she exited the room.

"Momma ain't raise no bitch," Honey whispered to herself, her heart was beating fast as hell. She had never shot anyone and she definitely wasn't prepared to tonight. She already looked like a dumb ass being wrapped in just a towel. She prayed it was just Darius on the other side of the wall.

And just like every scary movie, the lights went off.

"I know you fucking lying," whispered as she put her hand against the wall to direct herself. Now, she didn't know what to do. Why didn't she think to bring her phone to call the police? "Shit," Honey cursed herself and turned back around to the direction of her room.

Heavy foot steps made the hair on her arms stand up. She stopped all her movement and slowly got on her knees to crawl. She wanted to scream as she heard the steps get louder, knowing they were coming closer.

She took the safety off her pistol just in case. Shit, she didn't want to shoot Darius if it was him all along. She didn't want to call for him just in case it was a killer in the house. She couldn't run because she couldn't see where the hell to run to. She felt all kinds of fucked up. It was like the person had taken big ass steps because before she could scream, she was pulled up by her hair as a towel was put over her mouth.