𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊,
stormi evans is the
biggest female r&b
singer on the planet.
with the fame and
success, such tragic
events in her life
take place. watch the
story of an r&b legend
from the beginning
of time till her deepest...
❛ There is no timestamp on trauma. There isn't a formula that you can insert yourself into to get from horror to being healed. Patience is key, take up space and let you're journey be the closure. ❜
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The past few months had been hectic, busy and somewhat enjoyable. The sexual assault case was still up and expected to be finished with before Christmas, but on the good side the MTV Uptown Unplugged special did very well on television. It's since been the most talked about MTV special. On the musical side, Jodeci was in the studio working on their album. While Stormi was out promoting her upcoming album, Muse.
Her first two single that'd was released so far, was doing very well on the charts. Butterfly debuted at #2 on the charts and Bright scored her a fourth #1 single. On the songwriting side of her career, she'd wrote H-Town's big hit Knockin Da Boots and Janet's, Any Time Any Place. Both of which was also burnin the charts.
Today was different out of all of the days that'd come. It would be a quick break from all the non-stopping work. It was Dalvin's 22nd birthday party. Maybe even so good of a night where there would be no interruptions from Mary and her drunken outbursts.
"Hey Storm!" K-Ci smiled, giving Stormi a tight hug. She couldn't see his eyes, since he had on some sunglasses that made him look a actual walking bug. But she could tell he was drunk or getting there since he held a half of bottle of Hennessy in his hands. "Where's De, I thought he was coming with you?" He asked, taking a swing from the bottle.
"No, I was working late. He wouldn't miss Dalvin's party."
"We've been calling him and he didn't answer, we thought he was was with you."
"I think we need to head over there and see what's going on?" Jojo spoke up, calling over Dalvin who was dancing with T-Boz.
"That's a good idea. I'll ride with August since I didn't bring my car and y'all three ride together." As everyone left the inside of the recording studio, Stormi couldn't seem to shake the bad vibe she was feeling. Something was off, definitely off.
It seemed like a whole year, before they arrived in Teaneck, New Jersey. When they pulled up to DeVante's crib, everybody rushed out like a pack of hyenas. It felt like one of those Lifetime movies, where you don't know what you about to walk into. Lightly walking into the house, the appearance was terrible. Stuff was thrown all over the place, somebody definitely came inside and ambushed the house.
Jojo, Dalvin, and K-Ci ran up the stairs to check and see if DeVante was in his bedroom as August and Stormi tried to clean up the mess. "He definitely got robbed, man I wonder what they took?"
"Yeah! You think we should go upstairs and see what it looks like up there."
"We should, thank God he isn't home."
The two begin to walk up the staircase, every step felt like a lifetime. Everything was in slow motion, what they would encounter would change their aspect of the situation. Even in his bedroom, stuff was thrown all over the place. A long piece of rope was spread across the floor. They tied him up? A trail of tiny spots of blood was splattered on the floor as they'd finally made it to his room.
Jojo, K-Ci and Dalvin we're moving around the room as DeVante sat on the foot of the bed, bloody and bruised. He looked like he fought a good fight, but who could fight back after getting pistol whipped. A near-death experience, can never leave your mind or heart. "Stormi? I'm alright, go downstairs." He didn't even make eye contact with her, like he was ashamed.
"No, I'm staying up here. How are you alright and you're skull is cracked open?"
"I'm fine." He pleaded, holding his hand out for her to move back, instead she grabbed it and pulled him towards the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth from the his top cabinet, she slightly dapped it on the cut he had on the side of his head. The crack in his skull was serious, but his stubborn self wasn't going to go to the hospital like he needed too.
"You not staying here, since it's gonna take a while to get to my crib. We're staying at August's, alright?" She rose her eyebrows, making sure he understood. DeVante was always trying to upstage his alter ego and she wasn't down for his stubbornness.
"Alright, that's cool. Thanks." He put out a half-hearted smile. It was sincere, he was just in pain.
"No problem! That's what girlfriend's are for, huh?" Stormi had a kiddy grin on her face as she gave him a thumbs ups.
DeVante let out a small chuckle, "I love you, you know that?"
"Yeah, I love you too." After getting DeVante cleaned up, everybody stayed for an hour or so. While DeVante filled out the police report, according to the report DeVante bit off one of the guy's fingers, which is what made them leave at the time they did. $20,000 worth of jewelry was stolen, and he was held at gunpoint with one gun in his mouth and the other at the back of head. No one could console of comfort him from that pain. It's a tragedy, a tragedy that will never leave his brain.
Around three o'clock am everyone left DeVante's house in Teaneck and spent the night at August's house in Newark. This day was July 23rd, 1993, the day that changed the game for all the wrong reasons. Little church-boy from Charlotte was gone, maybe he'll make appearance every now and then. But for sure the ego, DeVante Swing was now fully in charge.
