My Guy Bestfriend (Completed)

Chapter Fourteen

Jerome's POV

Once I fled the scene, I just knew I was home free until hours later somebody started pounding on the door. Peeping out the window, I couldn't see a thing due to the thick fog. So, I opened the door and saw this bitch nigga Dontae. Why the fuck he here? Slamming my door in, he invited himself in.

"Yo punk ass nigga, I see you like putting ya hands on women! How 'bout you fight somebody ya own size," Dontae yelled shoving me hard in the chest. Almost losing my balance, I touched the wall to keep me from falling.

"You making threats!" I retorted.

"I can show you better than I can tell you," Dontae looked at Jerome with rage etched across his phone. He couldn't take anymore talking, he came to handle this dude. Dontae's homeboy Jermaine stepped out of no where catching Jerome off guard and pulled his hands behind his back.

"Nah, this is personal I wanna handle him myself. If I need backup, I'll let you know." Dontae said as Jermaine let go and Jerome bucked at him. Jermaine is a big buff dark tall nigga that looks like Terry Crews. Dontae and him became friends the first year of college and now talk to each other on occassion.

Jerome tried to catch Dontae of guard, but he dodged his blow and Jerome went staggering like a drunk man. That's when Dontae took the opportunity to ram him into Jerome's dresser. He winced out in pain, then Donate punched him in the face and he fell to the floor. As you may know, Jerome is no quiter so he got right back up and slammed Dontae into the wall causing a huge dent.

Jerome grabbed Dontae by his shirt and punched him in the face. Dontae got out of his grasp and threw a right hook full force to his head causing Jerome to instantly fall to the floor. Jerome's eyes went rolling in the back of his head and he laid there as still as a statue. Blood seeping from under his side. His eyes were twitching trying to open, but failed. Wiping blood off my face with the back of my hand, I motioned toward Jermaine and let him know it was time to go."That's what happens when you put ya hands on somebody I love,"Dontae said after kicking him in the side.

My body felt like it was stuck and I felt like shit. Patting my side, my eyes got large when I saw blood. Adrenaline must have really been pumping through my whole body, because I didn't feel any pain until I got hit and was laid out. I'm gone let him have that, besides that bitch ass nigga ain't even worth it.

Dontae's POV

The second the Doctor let me know what had happened to Tiffany, I bolted out the door. Swerving from lane to lane, I honked my horn while these fool just sat at a green light like they were blind. Pulling my phone out, I pressed a button and called my homeboy up. He answered on the third ring and I explained the situation to him before swinging by his house to pick him up.

Jermaine got in the driver's seat once he realized what state I was in. He took off while I gave him directions from the passenger seat. Jermaine didn't even have time to stop the car and I swung the door open almost swinging it off the hinges. Bamming on this dude door, I wanted to kick it down. Then, he opened it looking at me like he was wondering why I was there.

"Yo punk ass nigga, I see you like putting ya hands on women! How 'bout you fight somebody ya own size," I yelled gritting my teeth together.

"You making threats,"Jerome retorted.

"I can show you better than I can tell you," I said shooting daggers his way. I could see Jermaine out the corner of my eye and he caught Jerome off guard. Pinning his hands behind his back, I shook my head no.

"Nah, this is personal, I wanna handle him myself! If I need help, I'll let you know," I assured Jermaine. He released Jerome and Jerome bucked at him. Jermaine just looked down at him like he wanted to throw him, but he'd rather listen to his friend.

Jerome and I got into a big fight and I was handling it, at first. Then, he took over, but I threw the last punch knocking him off his feet. His head it the floor hard, once I saw blood Jermaine and I left his house. The only thought that was going through my head is God I hope he's not dead. I mean, I hate the dude, but I never meant to kill, I just wanted to hurt and tech him a lesson. He needs to know its never a good thing to put your hands on a lady.

Driving back to the hospital, I went directly to Tiffany's room. She barely lifted her head up and averted her eyes over to me. "Take it easy baby," I said as I held her hand. It hurt me to my heart to see her like this. Tiffany had a busted lip, a bruise on her face and a cracked skull. I don't even care anymore, if that nigga dead he got just what he deserved. Holding my girl's hand, I leaned against the bed and fell asleep.

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The Next Morning

I woke up to a beeping noise, Tiffany was adjusted up in a sitting position. She was eating a pudding cup and I smiled at my baby. Two police officers walked in and it felt like butterflies went crazy swarming in my stomach. "Excuse me Sir, Can you step outside?" The officer asked.

Releasing Tiffany's hand, I followed the cops out the room.

"Yes Sir, is there a problem?" I asked.

"Apparently, a young man by the name of Jerome Hill is pressing charges against you for nearly beating him to death. Would you care to explain what happened?" The officer asked giving me that look like I better not lie. There was no reason to lie, so I told the both of them the full story from what happened with my girl up until now.

"Well, the young man went into a coma right after his girlfriend found him and gave his statement. So, we're gonna have to arrest you.

" You have the right to remain silent anything you can and will do will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" The officer asked .

"Yes Sir," I said. My hands were handcuffed behind my back. A tear rolled down my cheek and they hauled me off to the car. What have I done? Jail is not for me, but I can handle myself. The ride was long to the police station.

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Two questions:

1) What do you think about Jerome putting his hands on Tiffany?

2) Do you think Jerome really gave his statement or Nivea is just putting words in his mouth?