The Group Chat 2 [Slow Updates]

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Demetrius was in fact, exhausted.

For he had spent hours on a plane that he so desperately needed to part with. It was to his surprise when he'd entered his home, ready to lay next to his wife but instead was met with the sight of her and two other women who appeared to be hookers of some sort. Meech didn't mind, no. At least it wasn't a pair of men.

It wasn't until hours later that he'd gotten an explanation from Nyier. Her only excuse being that she was drunk and wasn't making good decisions the night prior. She even told him to call Avery and when he did the sound of his giggling children were in the background. Avery though, was just surprised that he hadn't called him so that he could help hide Nyier's dead body. "How did you not kill her?!" was his only repetitive question. And Demetrius only response was that he didn't mind.

But now, he didn't know how to feel. He was seated at his kitchen island, face to face with the one person he'd been truly wanting to harm. Kenneth. His demeanor screamed nonchalance, his hands were tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, he held a stale, intimidating facial expression that didn't seem as if it was going to change anytime soon. Kenny was a basically a mirror of his appearance. He held the same look, hands tucked into his jeans with a glare spread onto his own face. The bandages on his nose and cheek were all Demetrius needed to see to know that he'd been messing around on his sister again.

He knew that Niya wouldn't let him off easy and would more than likely result to violence to solve her problems. It just pained Meech to know that she was being put through hell at a time she definitely didn't need to be. And the man who'd done it, was right in front of him. One of his best friends, acting like a damn fool.

Kenny didn't know that Meech would be back home so early. He was only here to speak to Nyier who was currently trying to save herself from the pain of her vicious hangover. Someone who was in no condition to to speak to him. So, he was here, face to face with her husband instead who looked just about ready to cut his head off.

Neither of the two knew how to react or what to say, so they just sat and stared as if it was some sort of contest.

'You havin fun?'

Kenny's gaze averted to the sound of Meech's voice, an eyebrow raised in confusion. 'You know, being a fuckin bitch about cha life. '

'Did you just call me a bitch?'

'Yes.' Meech spoke as if he didn't care. 'And I swear, I would've been hurt chu by now but it looks like you got enough of that shit already.'

'You think it's funny?' Kenny asked, puzzled by the slight smirk on his face.

'Yea it's fuckin hilarious, and you more than likely deserve it.' He nodded. 'Just be lucky that I wasn't around to finish the job.'

Kenny felt threatened. Though Meech was no one to mess around with when his temper got the best of him, he wasn't about to act like a pussy and let him talk to him any kind of way. 'Don't talk to me like I'm scared of you nigha.' He waved off.

'You don't gotta be scared of me, you just need to watch what the fuck you do to my sus.'

'What I do? She broke my fuckin nose! I ain't tryna hear none of that shit !' 

Angelo

Nyier would hate me.

Everyone would, but she would the most if she saw me in the state that I'm trapped in. With my own little heart breaker sat carelessly beside me on the sofa, scrolling through her phone while talking my ear off although I haven't really been listening since she'd started speaking. I can't listen to her. I have to tune her out just to get through another minute of her being in my damn presence.

Being in my presence is something that she doesn't deserve; is probably what Meech would say with an intimidating glare to make himself come off as serious. Nonny wouldn't even speak if she knew what I was doing, she'd just get violent. Kenny would just tell me to do whatever I wanted and Avery would more than likely ask me about my happiness or some fatherly shit and tell me to act on my feelings. And the last thing that I need La'Niya to worry about is me and my issues.

But I don't think I have feelings, not for her anyways. I don't know what it is but I'm just stuck on her, I'm attached. When she wasn't around I felt like I was being deprived of something that I didn't know I needed so bad. I had to hear her voice again and see her and be with her because it's what I'm used to. You can't just let go of what you're used to so easily without at least slightly tugging for it back.

But my "tug" was more of a snatch and now that it's the next morning and I'm more so on the sober side, I regret it. I can literally hear a loud thumping coming from my chest which is drowning out every single word that comes out of Naomi's mouth. I'm not nervous, well I don't look nervous. I'm just relaxed with my back pressed against the couch and my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, gazing at absolutely nothing in particular.

'Dope.' My eyes flicker from the coffee table to her bright hazel orbs. 'Were you listening to me?'

I examine her full expression, seeing the corners of her lips fall into a tiny frown that I start to feel bad for creating. 'No.' I answer truthfully.

'What's the matter?'

You're still here for a reason that I'm really trying my hardest to figure out.

'Nothin, why?'

'You zoned out on me baby.' She chuckled and I wince at the nickname she's forced onto me.

'Oh, my fault.' I shrugged while averting my gaze to the television where an episode of Grey's Anatomy was playing with little to no volume.

It's quiet for a while until the loud ringing of a cellphone ceases the uncomfortable silence and I look down to see that it's my phone, Nyier's name plastered on the screen. I pick it up and answer almost immediately, in a rush to talk to anyone else. 'What?'

'What? Nigha you better answer my call with some respect.' Nonny's tiny voice snaps at me.

I sigh and clear my throat. 'Yea sus?'

The loud sound of something breaking echos in the background and my eyebrows furrow at the noise. 'Get here right now.' She demands.

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°I'm not dead, I promise.
°Sorry for the cliffhanger but the next couple of chapters will explain everything.
°Sorry for the wait.
°I'll be updating more often.

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