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Chapter 22 |Psycho|
“Just grab the nigga up from your sister house and lock his ass up in the basement of our spot man.” I told Corey through the phone as I sat out in the waiting room still thinking about what Clare said to not kill him. I want to know the reason why? Why not kill his good for nothing ass after what he put her through. “Aight man…Give me a couple of hours though. The baby been keeping us up mostly and I haven‘t been to sleep yet.” Corey said through the phone. “Cool.” was the last statement I said before hanging. Looking through the glass I scoped out one of the nurses that assist Clare. Immediately I got up to head after her.
“Say Miss.” I said as her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail to reveal her light greenish grey eyes. “Clarese Champion. Room 230. How is everything?” I asked. “May I ask who are you sir?” she asked scanning me over. “Her finance. So what is the deal? What‘s going on? Is she ok?” I asked. “Everything is fine. There are no vital risk that may harm her or the baby but she still needs to be mindful that what happened to her can lead to a miscarriage.” she said shifting her weight to her right hand side.
I processed that in my mind. A miscarriage? I’m going to kill his ass, fuck what she say.
“Sir.” she said, I guess realizing I zoned out. “Huh…Oh yea, so what can she do to prevent this from happening.” I asked. “Stress free environment.” she simply said as the intercom began broadcasting a name over the loud speaker. I assume it was her. “I have to go, but Miss Champion will be released as soon as the doctor come in.” she assured me and walked off swinging her long ponytail.
I didn’t bother to head back to her room but towards the elevator where I could escape the scent of death. It is in the wee hours of the morning as I slipped out of the automatic double doors leading outside where the sun slowly made its way to the sky. Slipping the phone back out of my pocket the time is now six am. Birds chirped from the trees waking nature. I hopped in the car as I let out a long yawn from the tiredness that ached through my restless bones. Speeding off into the smooth traffic, I drove towards Moe’s crib once more.
“Don‘t kill him…”continued echoing in my mind. Her voice so soft when she said it. It was eating my insides up.
Pulling back up to the same parking spot as before. I hopped out, making my way into the interior part of the building. A different guard sat in the front desk as his eyes beam my way.
“Who are you hear to see?” he asked as I could tell he was new. “Moe.” I simply put as he scan through the computer spotting her name. “And who are you?” he asked. “Her brother.” I said refusing to give him any sort of name.
He paged her as I began making my way to the elevator.
“Hey man…You cannot walk up until I get approval.” he continued but I already pushed the elevator button seeing the double doors slide open, waiting for my entrance.
Stepping in, I pressed her floor. The elevator came to a halt as I could feel the normal funny rise in my stomach. The doors slid open and it took me two steps practically to approach her door.
I knocked until I heard shuffling towards the door. My hand met my face as it covered it once more to wake me up. The locks on the door unlocked and soon the door open staring me into the eyes of Moe who look as though she had awaken.
“What the hell Marcus? Its too early for you to be on your job.” she said, but I pushed through the door checking straight for the balcony.
No one was there. I immediately looked at Moe who held a nonchalant look on her face as her hand settled snuggly on her hip.
“Where is he?” I asked ready to slap the shit out of her. “Where the hell is he Moe?” I asked walking up to her where we stood face to face. “Why the hell would I let you kill my man?” she said avoiding my question. “See…I don‘t think you hear me…I asked where is he?” I asked once again not thinking of repeating myself again. “I let his ass go. If you have a bone to pick with him, don‘t let me be around. You don‘t come into my home and make rules like you own me. Whatever the hell he did to her, I‘m sure her ass deserved it.” she actually said in front of me.
A grin of anger grew on my face. I know she didn’t just say that. My fist balled up, as thoughts tried to avoid hitting her smooth skin. She moved closer to me, as I could feel my teeth clenching together.
“I don‘t have no sympathy for her Marcus, and you know why. You’re standing here like shit never happened when it did Marcus. Our past is what made me today and I blame you. I blame you for making me feel the way I do towards you. You knew what you were doing. Your manipulative ways had me and you knew it. I thought I could move on, but I can’t Marcus. If I have to take her down. I will…As a matter of fact, I told Ron to do that to her. I told him to rape her ass.” before her statement could be completed I felt my hands surrounding her neck. No words could express how I felt at that moment.
“Control yourself Marcus…” I told myself, but my hands would not move. I watch as her cheeks turned rosy red. I had to make myself stop. I pushed her back on the sofa, raging with anger ready to walk out of the door before she realize blood stains on her sofa once more.
“Marcus…” she said gasping for air. I couldn’t stand to look her way. “There was never an us.” I told her as I walked out of her door.
The only thing that saved her ass was Corey…But I can tell something is mentally wrong with her…
Posts : 897 Join date : 2009-07-08 Age : 32 Location : MEMPHIS TN
OK THIS IS HOW I FEEL................................
ARE YOU SERIOUS SO ALL THIS HAPPENED CUZ OF HER....HELLLLL NOO MARCUS HE WAS RIGHT NOT KILLIN HER BUT HE NEEDA TELL CLARE aFTER SHE HAVE THE BABY N CLARE NEEDA GO ASSAINATE THAT HOE
Posts : 30 Join date : 2009-09-07 Age : 30 Location : M.I.A
omfg.. i cnt believe it waz moe datt set datt up... o hell nah if she waznt preggo moe wud b fukin dead rite nw she betta b lucky clare aint lose da babi.. moe iz so dirty...
Posts : 2563 Join date : 2009-07-06 Age : 35 Location : Wishing I was somewhere....
Chapter 23 |Reality|
The door opened while my eyes were still closed. I just heard it but didn’t bother to look around thinking it is the doctor since the nurse told me he will be in a few.
“So doctor can I leave?” I asked finally looking around to see who it was. A very dingy and distraught individual before me. “What the hell? How did you get in here? Get out!” I yelled reaching for the nurse button for assistance. He reached over me with a very disturbing odor that seem as though he haven’t taken a bath for weeks. I just seen him yesterday so what took place between now and six hours ago is the question. “Please. Let me talk ok…” he said in a remorseful way. “What is there to talk about? Get out of my face…Get out of my life.” I shouted as I he pushed him away from me. “It‘s not going to take me long. I promise…” he plead as though I am suppose to feel sympathy towards him. His face is practically covered over his face making it hard for me to see since the room is so dim.
Sitting down in a chair besides me, he sat there in silence while I didn’t know what to do. The bastard basically took away my dignity and could take the life of my unborn child.
“I didn‘t mean any of it yesterday. I never wanted to hurt you the way I did. Yesterday was a life changing experience that I never expected to happen.” he said in a low manner but my head continued looking off to the opposite wall. My silence sat for a moment. “Look…I‘m sorry baby girl…” he began to say as I got really tired of his voice now. “Ron. I don‘t need an apology from you. What you did is inexcusable, so how about you get your tired ass out of my face before I decide to press charges on you.” I said looking at the opposite wall away from Ron so he could understand this conversation is over. I could hear him standing from the movement of the seat. Shadows cast over my body letting me know he is standing over me.
“Your right…You‘ve always been right. I am going to be out of your way as long as you let me say something first.” his persistent ass would not let shit go. I didn’t bother to answer so he figured it was okay. “Have Marcus and Moe ever been out together?” he asked me causing me to look his way instantly. “No.” I said unsure myself now that he mentioned it. We had many discussions about the Moe situation, but now Ron is asking me. “Why you ask?” “I don‘t know what it is about him, but she really wants you out of the picture.” he said. “Wait a minute…so you being here is just a plot. You are here because of her? And for her to get what she wants you raped me?” I asked angrily as things began making even more sense. “Stop Clare…” he said… “No…that’s a sad ass excuse if that’s what caused you to rape me. Look at me dammit. I am in a fucking hospital because of you. My body still aches from the act.” I said upset as tears fled down my face. “Its not fair what you did to me either Clare. Shit you left me high and dry. We been together for too long and you had the fucking nerve to get knocked up by some stupid ass nigga who spit game at you real quick. We been together for 6 damn years. 6 years I gave to your ungrateful ass and not once you showed me the love you showing to this nigga.” he said angrily, fist balled up and teeth clenching together. “Why are you still here? You disgust me. Leave now!” I insisted.
Suddenly the door opened seeing it was the doctor and a nurse behind him. Silence resumed in the room as he entered seeing the image before him.
“Sir visiting hours aren‘t until nine.” the doctor informed him, but Ron didn’t bother to respond. He stepped up to my bed. “No matter what Clare…I still love your spoiled ass. Whenever that nigga leave you, you know where to come to.” he said placing something on top of the covers. He cleared his throat and turned around.
“I‘m sorry. Nurse told me she was in this room. Didn‘t think it was a problem.” he said walking past the doctor, brushing against him slightly causing the doctor to lose his balance. Closing the door behind, the doctor just stared at me as I wiped the tears away. My hand covered over the items he placed on my bed, but I didn’t bother to look at it since the doctor had some news for me.
“Well Miss Champion. All vital signs look positive and no possible damage was detected upon the baby. You are able to get dressed as we dispatch you.” he said with a stern look. His blue eyes peered over the realm of his glasses as he stared at me. The nurse came over and began removing the machinery from my body. I nod my head in agreement as he walked out.
“Well, Miss Champion. We wish you the best.” she said removing the heart monitor from me. “Thanks.” I said holding tightly the items Ron left. “Thanks for not getting the police involved.” I said as I watched her leaving the room. I sat fully up, opening my hand to see the items before me.
Two rings. My engagement ring, still in one piece, and another ring I haven’t seen in years. A promise ring a long time ago from Ron. I’m surprise he has it because I dropped it down a drain after an argument one night. Thoughts flooded in my mind about my past, all of the happy days I did have with Ron, but even more so with Marcus. I knew for a fact my decision will be the right decision. One I will never regret. Then again Ron words began creeping in my mind. That question. One I thought was resolved. One that may affect my life more than ever. Is Marcus lying about his relationship between Moe and himself. I slipped out from the bed and into the bathroom where a bag of my clothing laid on my floor. The large vanity mirror stood before me as I began stripping out of the hospital garments. My naked body revealed many flaws that any imperfect human have. Staring at the two butterfly tattoos upon my chest, it once upon a time represented freedom in this world. But now that I look at it, its unmovable stance shows that I am trapped in chaos that may bring my soul to rest eventually unless I resolve all matters soon. I do not want to end my life so soon, but who knows what the future holds. That is exactly the reason why I need to take a day one step at a time.
bullshit ron, if you REALLY cared you wouldntve raped her wtf. your going to listen to moes crazy ass? and i supose if she told you to jump off a bridge youd do it? all yall niggas crazy. fuck you and that poo ass promise ring