To Love Or To Be Loved

Chapter Nine

Tay

It was about 3 a.m. in the morning when my phone ringing woke me up. It was Q and I automatically answered the phone sensing something was wrong.

"Hello?" I said still sleepy.

"Hey, it's me." I heard Ry say.

"What's wrong? Why you calling me from Q phone?" I asked getting worried.

"Mike was at our house Tay." she said as she began to cry.

"What the fuck? Are you ok? When did he get out of jail?" I asked now fully waking up.

"I don't know. I dropped everything when I seen him and drove straight to Q's house. I don't want us going back over there, so Q said we could stay at his house for a bit. I wanted to let you know."

"Ryan you need to call the police. If you won't, then I will. I'm not running away from my own house cause of a psycho nigga. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful Q is gonna let me stay there but you need to get a restraining order." I said becoming frustrated.

"We're on our way to the police station now. But I'll talk to you later, I have to call my dad."

"Ok. I love you and be safe."

"Love you too."

I ended the call and woke Trell up. "Trell, get up." I said getting out of the bed. "Hmm?" he said rolling over. "I gotta go home. Mike got out of jail and popped up at my house." I said. "What you mean? Ryan good?" he said opening his eyes. "No, I could tell she's shaken up."

"Man, what that nigga want? He ain't learn from the last time me and her people beat his ass up?" he said. The day that Mike went to jail, he had beaten Ryan really bad. She called me and I instantly called her dad and brother. Both of her eyes were swollen shut and she had bruises all over her body. No one knew he was beating on her until that day. Trell pulled up with them and they beat his ass just as bad as he had beaten her. Of course, I kicked him a few times after I got Ry out the house.

But every time I think about it, there were so many signs that there was abuse. I was just too tied up in my own relationship to notice which made me feel like a really bad friend.

"You want me to come down there wit you?" Trell asked getting out of bed. "No, go do your show. I'll see you whenever you go back home." I said now slipping on my shoes. "I do need a ride at the airport though. Imma try to book a flight now."

"Nah, you can just take my jet." he said. "You sure? You ain't gotta do that." Trell and I still aren't on the best terms since that argument we had two months ago. We didn't really see each other that much since we both needed space from one another. Last week, he came surprise me at my boutique and wanted to try to make everything right between us. Next thing you know, I'm on a jet with him to New York. The last few days have been really peaceful but we haven't even had a chance to talk about the situation at all.

"You good bae. Imma call my security to bring the car around." He said pulling out his phone. Taking a deep breath, I proceeded to start packing my suitcase and mentally preparing myself for whatever was about to go down when I get home.

Ryan

"Baby, you alright?" Q asked. We had just left the police station and were now on our way back to Q's house. They said they would give us a call on any updates on how Mike got out of prison and when the restraining order would be ready.

"I'm ok now." I said leaning my head back. "I already got Dre going to your place to get you some more clothes and to see if that nigga got in it." he said reaching over and grabbing my hand. "At this point, it doesn't even matter. Imma look for another place later on." I replied.