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“Bitch, we done died and went to Heaven.” The blonde girl whispered as she walked into the closet. The brunette was already in the shoe section of the closet, picking up a pair of nude pumps.
“A five? Shit, I’ll make it work.” She examined the red under the shoe and smiled victoriously. The blonde girl tugged down some clothes off the shelves and thanked God himself as she looked at the expensive etching on a coral blouse. She slipped it over her bare body and walked over to the mirror that was in the corner of the closet and spun around.
“How the hell we supposed to get this shit out of this house, Jess?” The blonde questioned. Jessica was busy trying to stuff her foot into one of the shoes.
“I’m sure there’s some bags in here. Find one and get to packin.” Finally squeezing her size 7 and a half into the 5 she strutted across the closet. “GiGi, Do I look like a bad bitch or what?” She posed in all her glory. Gia glanced over her shoulder at her friend.
“You did that.” She then turned her attention back over to the bags and pulled down three. “This bitch was swimmin in money.” She opened the LV bag pulling out bills, jewelry and a camera. She stuffed the bills in her panties and then began to stuff clothes and jewelry into the bag. She threw Jessica a bag. “Get as much shit as you could.” After 10 minutes the sun began to come up and the two decided that they better get out now.
Walking into the bedroom, fully dressed in stolen clothes, Gia looked over at the empty bed. “Where the hell is he?”
“I don’t know, but we not about to go searchin.” Jess responded. The two made their way out of the bedroom and descended down the steps. The closer they got to the door, the more excited they became. When Gia placed a hand on the door, the two heard the click that was the preface to ending many lives. “Shit.” Jess muttered.
“Drop the shit.” Elijah said. Gia’s hand twisted on the knob and Elijah let off a shot that hit the door right above Gia’s head. “Turn around.” They obeyed and looked at Elijah who was dripping with rage. “Take my wife shit off.” He walked closer to the two as they began to undress. Jessica trembled as he stood in her face while she undressed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked last night, but he wasn’t pointing a gun in her face last night either. When Jess was down to her panties he slapped her with the gun, making blood gush from her mouth instantly. “Fuck you bitches think I am?”
“Please, just let us leave.” Gia begged. Elijah nodded at her request.
“Take those panties off.” He waved the gun between both of them and they both shared a glance before stepping out of their underwear. When the money hit the floor from Gia’s panties, Elijah punched her dead in her face, more than likely breaking her nose. “Now you can leave.” Gia moved to get her clothes out of the overstuffed bag. “Leave it!” She jumped at his voice.
“It’s snowing!”
“Bitch, I’m aware. Get the fuck out my house.” He looked at the two naked females, who stood shaking in his foyer, their blood on his floor. The two reluctantly opened the door and stepped into the fresh snow. Jess closed the door behind them. Elijah looked at all of Nicki’s things on the floor and sighed, shaking his head. “Fuck, Tanya.” He cursed her. He missed her so much. He knew where she was and there had been many nights where he had gotten in his car ready to snatch her up by her hair and drag her back to their home.
But he didn’t. He wanted her to miss him. He wanted her to come back on her own and beg him to take her back. He wanted her to realize how good she had it. His pride wouldn’t let him admit that he lost her. In the 4 months that she’d been gone, he sat up in their bed late at night, with some random girl sleeping next to him, wishing it was Nicki. He missed countless days of work wanting to be home when Nicki got back. He missed the way she’d tuck her bottom lip into her mouth when she was in deep thought or how she made the room smell of her unique aroma.
“Gina! Come clean this shit up and put my wife’s things back in her closet.” Gina scurried to the foyer and Elijah strolled to the kitchen. “Make sure it’s how she left them!” He yelled back.
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“Oh my gosh, these are beautiful Nicki.” Sandi spun around slowly in the den that was made into Nicki’s personal art studio. Nicki stood in the doorway, hands behind her back, nervous, while watching Sandi examine her paintings that hung around the room. She and Sandi had become close and Nicki was excited that she would be spending the week with her and Drake. “You have to paint something for me so I can hang it in my office.” Nicki said that she would and then the both of them walked from the den and into the kitchen.
“Aubrey’s going to be upset when he finds out you’re not leaving your job.” Sandi waved her hand in the air, dismissively. She accepted the glass of wine from Nicki, taking a sip of it and sitting it down in front of her on the island.
“Thank you. You don’t think he’s going to be upset when he finds out what you’ve been hiding?” Nicki looked up at Sandi from pouring her glass. Sandi nodded suggestively at Nicki. Nicki’s mouth dropped into an ‘o’ and she started to choke on air. “Mhm.” Sandi smirked and took another sip from her glass and adjusting in her seat.
“How did you- Nevermind, you’re a mom. You know EVERYTHING.” Nicki exaggerated and took a sip of her wine.
“And don’t you forget it.” Sandi tipped her glass at her. “When do you plan on telling him?” Nicki sat her glass down and sighed, dropping her shoulders.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Everytime I think it’s a good time, something pops up. He’s been more focused on working and he wants to move, he just bought a new car, I still don’t have a job.” Sandi giggled at Nicki’s frustrations. She reached over the table and clasped Nicki’s hands into hers.
“Baby, let me tell you something. You’re never going to feel like it’s the right time. No matter if you tell him this second or in 4 months, his reaction will be the same. My son is not that complex. I can’t tell you exactly what his reaction will be but either way the outcome will always be the same.” She patted Nicki’s hand and then let them go.
“It’s all happening so fast.”
“Life waits for no one.” Both of them took a sip from their glass at this. Nicki placed a hand on her barely there stomach and sighed. Yeah, Drake had been nothing but good to her but news like this could alter any relationship. “What’s going on with your divorce?” Sandi questioned and Nicki instantly tensed up.
“My lawyer is drawing up the papers...”
“Aw, talk to me Onika. Even though I’m Aubrey’s mother, I’ve been a woman for many many years.” Nicki blinked, trying to keep her tears from spilling onto her cheeks. “You still love him?”
“No.” Nicki answered immediately. It was impossible for her to still love Elijah with Drake taking up all the space in her heart and all. “I just want it to all go away. I don’t want to see Elijah, don’t want to talk about Elijah, I don’t want to remember he ever existed.” She sniffed and Sandi tilted her head watching her. “He’s taken up so much of my life and I just know this divorce won’t happen without a fight. I don’t...he doesn’t deserve anymore of my energy. But,” She took a breath. “I know I deserve it to Aubrey and myself to get rid of Elijah but this is a journey that’s going to involve so much drama.”
“You’re doing the right thing hun. The sooner you get it over with the sooner you can start on this life.” They both looked up when the garage door sounded. “I’m going to go and take a shower. I think you guys should talk.” Nicki nodded at Sandi and said thank you. She grabbed her glass of wine and left from the kitchen. Nicki could hear her greeting Drake and then he came into the kitchen.
“Hey butt butt.” He kissed Nicki’s temple and she gave him a smile.
“Wash your hands, your plate is in the oven.” She sat down in one of the stools and sighed, twiddling her thumbs. Drake washed his hands and grabbed a paper towel and dried his hands. He grabbed his plate out of the over and took a seat next to Nicki. He loosened his tie and grabbed a fork from the middle of the island, said his prayer and dug into the shrimp fettuccine. “I,” She took a breath. “How was work?”
“MM” He swallowed and pointed his fork at her. “I went to check on that store I told you about today. It’s a piece of shit. Looked nothing like it did a couple of months ago. That’s going to set me back a bit.” Nicki’s face dropped and she grabbed a napkin from her side and dabbed at Drake’s chin. “Oh yeah, did I tell you that it’s so many people out looking for your ex. They ain’t too happy neither. He’s been breaking promises and being a no show. Taking money from people left and right.”
“You pulled out didn’t you?” Nicki questioned.
“Yeah.” Nicki nodded and watch him dig back into the pasta. “How was your day with my mom?”
“We talked...”
“About?” Nicki shut her eyes and then opened them to look at Drake. Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest. She imagined 20 different reactions in 20 seconds. After her silence he looked over at her and saw the distressed look on her face. “Butt Butt?” Her eyes snapped back into reality and she set them on him and asked him what he said. “What did you and my mom talk about?”
“You know, the usual. We caught up and talked about paintings and things.” She should’ve told him, but she didn’t. It was easier said than done. He looked at her for a little longer and then dragged his eyes back to his plate.
“So why you acting like y’all murdered somebody?”
“You might after you find out.” She mumbled.
“Hm?” He questioned.
“I said I hope Sandi sleeps with the lights out.” She attempted at cleaning it up. “You know we can see the lights from across the hall in the bedroom” Drake nodded and kept eating his food.
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“Bullshit!” Elijah slammed the papers down on the kitchen table. “She’s going to have to do better than the fucking mailbox.” He read over the papers again and they instantly angered him. “If she wants this to be over with she needs to tell me to my face. He tossed the papers off the table and got up, moving to his livingroom he started to pace.
He expected Nicki to come to her senses by now, but she hadn’t. She was acting out and he’d acted like the fool for long enough. He sat around trying to be the nice guy and that got him divorce papers in his damn mailbox...in their mailbox. That got him an empty bed and lonely nights. He tore one of the pictures Nicki painted off the wall and Gina came rushing into the living room to check on him.
Gina was happy that Nicki didn’t come back. She witnessed most of their fights, cleaned up blood, bandaged cuts, cleaned glass and replaced vases. She hoped that wherever Nicki was she was safe and happy. She always held a memory of Nicki when she first met her and Nicki had a glow in her eyes but year after year it seemed to fade away until Nicki became void of all emotion. It wasn’t until the last days that she saw Nicki before she left, that that glow returned.
She looked on as Elijah demolished the living room, throwing vases, pulling out couch cushions, kicking the coffee table, she sound it quite comical. She was witnessing Karma and it felt good. Her mouth gaped open when he rushed out the front door and slammed it behind him, shaking the floors. She ran upstairs and into her room, grabbing her phone and dialing a number quickly, unfortunately it was disconnected.
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“Hell NO.” Drake protested when Nicki turned on Scandal. He did this every week but ended up getting more into the episodes than Nicki. She laid across the bed on her stomach and he rested his head on her back. Nicki shushed him as the sounds of camera shutters signaled the start of the show. “How her mother just come off lockdown but got a fresh weave?” Drake questioned.
“Don’t question Shonda Rhimes.” Nicki said between laughs. Drake sat up and slapped Nicki’s behind. She turned her head quickly to see what he wanted. He was lifting the blanket at the top, signaling for her to get under the blankets. “You wait until the show comes on...” She mumbled and hurried to the top of the bed to slip under the covers. Drake climbed in after her. She laid on her back and waited for Drake to lay his head on her chest before she placed one hand on the back of his head and the other on his back, both rubbing in circles.
Halfway through the show and Nicki zoned out. So scared of messing up what she has she doesn’t want to say anything but scared of messing up what she has she has to say something. Her heart was beating so fast that Drake lifted his head to look at her and make sure she was ok. “Babe, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me no shit about the light in my mom’s room being on neither.” She looked down at him and opened her mouth to speak.
“Well, I know it might not be the best-” Nicki stopped at the time of someone assaulting the doorbell. The person didn’t left their finger off the bell and both Nicki and Drake furrowed their brows.
“Don’t move from here.” He told her and slipped out of bed, picking up a shirt from the floor and tossing it on. Nicki watched him and a different kind of fear invaded her body and made her tense. Drake opened their bedroom door and she heard him tell Sandi to stay in her room. After a few seconds the sound of the doorbell stopped abruptly. Nicki held her breath trying to listen out for anything but heard nothing. With anticipation killing her, she climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of Drake’s basketball shorts from one of the drawers. Getting closer to the bedroom door she hear a familiar voice that made the hairs on her neck stand at attention.
She raced down the steps and into the foyer to see a yelling match going on between Elijah and Drake. Both of their bodies dangerously close to each other and the front door still open. “...fuck off my property!” Drake pushed Elijah out of the doorway, making him stumble a bit, before grabbing onto one of the columns and regaining his balance.
“Aubrey!” Both men looked towards Nicki.
“Get back upstairs!” Drake yelled, his face a deep red. She shook her head, tears climbing up her throat. “GO NOW!” She didn’t budge.
“Tanya, bri-”
“You ‘ont have shit to say to her!”
“Gimme what’s mine and I’ll gladly step off your property.” Elijah challenged, stepping back into Drake’s personal space.
“Don’t nothing in this mafucka belong to you.”
“Yeah?” Elijah questioned. Tears fell down Nicki’s face as she watched both of them in horror. Elijah tried to push passed Drake to get to Nicki but Drake threw a punch across his right cheek. Elijah quickly pulled a gun out of his waistband, causing Nicki to scream.
“Get up the fuckin’ stairs!” Drake yelled to her never taking his eyes off of Elijah. He held the gun to Drake’s temple while his lip was gushing blood, staining the white snow beneath his feet. Nicki stood frozen in her position, shaking.
“You ain’t got shit to say now.” Elijah sneered “Thought you could fuck me over?” He spit out the blood accumulating in his mouth. “That’s my bitch!” Drake moved his head and threw a jab at Eli and then tackled him into the snow. The gun slid out of his hands as he tried to push Drake from off top of him. Blood from both men were being spilled as they each went blow for blow.
“STOP IIIT!” Nicki ran to the fight and grabbed onto Drake’s arm as it was in mid swing. He pushed her back making her fall down on the ice and continued going at Elijah. Nicki tried to get up but realized she was bleeding and her vision began to grow hazy. She laid on the ice, groaning attempting to move.
“She’s pregnant!” Sandi.
“POW!” Gun.
