A Month Later
Domminique's POV
I woke up for the third time this morning out of breath. Its your fault, its your fault, its your fault. Those three words were haunting my dreams and i couldn't seem to shake them off. I know what i did i just dont need to be reminded of it. Knowing i wasnt going to get any type of sleep, i hopped out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. When my personal hygines was done i threw on my camo shorts and a wife beater before walking out the room. I entered the kitchen and Tamika and Jerome was in a serious argument.
"Nigga, did i say you can eat my pancakes, no i dont think so" Tamika says
"Why you trippin, i only ate two"
"Nigga this cost me $2.00 and since you took two, nigga you owe me 0.50 cents and i want my money now"
"Its fifty cents!!!" Jerome yells
"fifty cents, fifty dollars it's all the same think"
"iight" Jerome reaches into his pocket and pulls out two quarters
"here"
"nigga whats this?"
"fifty cents"
"what about taxes my nigga, that brings you to, 65 cents"
"Morning" I say breaking there intense stare down
"Mhm"
"Sure"
"Yall know where Nayshya is?" I ask changing the subject
"Yeah she stopped by her house, to pick up some things"
"True, how she get there?"
"She walked" Tamika confirmed
"Imma go meet up with her, to uh, make sure the paparazzi doesn't attack her" I quickly got out the house and pulled out the driveway before searching up Nayshya's name and finding her address. Too easy. Now let's find out why she's hiding her personal life. I pulled up to a pretty modern apartment and as I entered I could hear screaming. I followed the sound wondering why no one was trying to see if the person was okay. I stopped in front of the door and pressed my ear to door to try and listen in
"You fucking slut, You must love to embarrass me"
"N-No I s-swear, I-it was an a-acident" The woman stuttered
"You spilled some fucking grape juice on my tuxedo and you call that shit an accident..... THAT WAS ON PURPOSE" The man yells
"It wasn't..... I-I s-swear"
"What are you doing here"
I snap my head to the sound of the voice and let out a nervous chuckle before clearing my throat
"I was just passing by"
"And you just happened to get you ear stuck while ease dropping on people's conversation" Nayshya asks putting a hand on her hip
"Uh.... kinda"
"Your pathetic"
I hear a glass shatter from inside the room and Nayshya's eyes flash from annoyance to fear then finally anger
"Meet me outside"
"What?"
"Meet me outside"
Nayshya had a glare that said "Test Me and see what happens" so I took the safe route and went outside to wait in my car. About 20 minutes later Nayshya came outside with a black eye, bruised arms and blood leaking down her leg. But she wasn't alone. She was carrying a woman who was past out while trying to get her to the car. I got out and helped her the rest of the way. When Nayshya and the woman entered the car, Nayshya didn't say anything just stared through the window
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