Chanel's Story

Chapter 22: Missions

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Me and Trey pulled out the parking lot fast enough.

I pulled on the side of the highway. "What the fuck!?" I was so nervous right now.

"Calm down bae!" Trey said holding me. "Chill out." He got out the car and came around to my side. "Move over."

I moved to the passenger side and Trey drove me home.

“Who the fuck did that Trey?”

“I don’t know Chanel.”

We pulled up to my house and were about to get out. “Don’t tell him what happened.”

“What!? Chanel you know better.”

“Don’t tell him Trey please. You know how he bout to act about it. At least let me tell him tomorrow.”

Before he could answer back, my phone started ringing. I went to see who it was and saw that it was Clayton. I answered it.

“Where yall at?” he came on the line.

“Just pulled up outside. What’s going on?”

“I know you not about to try and hide this shit from pops. He already know Chanel.” He said.

“Know about what?” I asked him.

“Just come inside,” he said hanging up the phone.

“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath.

Me and Trey walked in the house and my dad and everybody else was huddled around the tv. When they saw me walk in they hurried and turned it off.

“Oh my god are you alright?” my dad asked me giving me a hug.

“Yea dad Im fine.”

“You okay Trey?”’

“Im straight.”

“”We gonna find out who did that to yall. Trey you can go to a dealership and pick you out any car. On me.” He said.

“Thank you.”

So much for trying to hide the fact somebody just tried to kill me.

“What were yall just watching?” I asked.

Deniece started the video and it was me and Trey hurrying up into my car and driving off and his car exploding.

“How yall got that?” I asked.

“Somebody texted it to Clayton,” Deniece said.

“What number it came from?” I asked.

“I don’t know. It’s a mix of letters and numbers.” Clayton said.

“Now tell us what happened,” my dad said as we sat down around the living room.

“I took Trey to get his car from the hotel. He realized that somebody moved it to the back of the parking lot. A all black SUV was parked a lil ways away looking our way. When he got out he saw the truck pull off fast as fuck and told me to drive off too. When we made it out the parking lot the car exploded.” I told him.

“Go get some rest baby girl. Clayton go ahead and take Trey home.” My dad said. “I’m bout to handle this.”

I hugged on to Trey’s side and he kissed my forehead. “You want me to stay?” he asked me.

“No go home and rest. You been dealing with this bullshit for too long. Im sorry to put you through this Trey.”

“Don’t ever say no shit like that again Chanel. You know damn well none of this cause of you. And it aint bullshit. I wanna be wherever you at regardless. I got love for you.” He turned to my daddy. “Mr Hansen would you mind if Chanel stayed at my house tonight? It’s the safest place for her right now.”