Note: Guys I won’t lie, I ain’t 100% content with this chapter, but I figured if I didn’t put something out today I probably never will lol. So sorry if the chapter seems all over the place 😔 to me it’s a bit messy but i really hadn’t written anything for however long I was gone for until today, so bare with me I was getting back in the hand of writing again. The chapter after this one will be better structured! I promise, but nether less enjoy!
Before I knew it, I had Kyra frantically banging on Chris’ front door. “Jhene open up it’s me Kyra!” she yelled through the other side. It had been 10 minutes since Chris had left, 10 long depleting minutes that had been spent of me crying my eyes out of tears and blowing up Chris’ phone trying to get a response. I’d felt like I’d cried more in these 10 minutes than I had in my 21 years of living. I was just so worried about what he was going to do. I was sick! I couldn’t deal with not knowing what was about to happen and being stuck in this house alone. To make it worst he wouldn’t answer his damn phone for shit. I was losing my mind.
As I pulled open the door, Kyra came barging in, hair tied up, no makeup and a pair of Adidas slides on her feet. “Jhene, Mijo just told me to come over here, what’s happening with Chris…what’s going on?!” she fired questions at me. ”Ky I just don’t know what to do!” I sobbed as I shut the door behind her “Why what happened with y’all- Oh my gosh!” she suddenly gasped in horror and her hand flew to her mouth “What the hell happened to your face Jhene!” she said as I turned face to face with her “I know Chris ain’t put his hands on you did he…”
“NO!” I half shouted at her, I felt slightly offended that she’d even think of something like that. Chris was crazy but he weren’t that crazy to ever put his hands on me. Kyra let out a deep breath of relief.
"Oh thank God. So what happened to you then, what’s going on?” Her panic was back.
I walked with her into his living room and began telling her everything that had gone on within the past 48 hours of my life, starting with the fight between Marlon and Chris at my house, to me ending up in the hospital because of Marlon to Chris leaving this house with a gun. The more I began opening up about everything, the more emotional I got and then more tears came, my life felt like a damn movie script right now, I just couldn’t believe what was happening. “I just don’t want Chris to go and do anything crazy to him, he has enough to lose and now he won’t answer his fucking phone Kyra!” I stressed reaching for my phone to call Chris’ for the 100th time but Kyra quickly snatched it from my hand before could dial
“Are you serious….This man treated you like shit Jhene” she said slowly, letting the words sink in. “He trashed your home, called you outa your name, beat your fucking ass and then left you unconscious bloody and beat up in your own bathroom. And you’re worried about what Chris is gonna do to him? Fuck that nigga, he needs to get his ass stomped the fuck out!” she played out the stomping motion. I just rolled my eyes.
“Kyra, Chris is on PROBATION!” I reiterated “Do you not get this; this isn’t just some high school fight; this is his life! He has kids Kyra!”
"Okay, I get that but you also can’t allow that dude to get away with what he did to you Jhene!" she yelled back “Look at your face! How can you be okay with that!?”
"I don’t care about that shit" I screamed pointing to my face "it will heal fuck that shit! When I wanna deal with Marlon I’ll deal with it but not like this Kyra!"
"Jhene you know Chris has got a temper, a bad one. How can you expect him to see you like that and not go and do anything? You gotta be kidding if you thought he-" mid-way through her sentence I just got up and walked out of the room leaving her alone. Just like that, the conversation was over. I was just tired of her trying to justify what was happening right now. Chris was tripping! He wasn’t thinking straight and I’d be damned if he went to prison because he’d gone and done something outrageous at the hands of me. It felt like right now, I was the only one with a logical mind, of course I wanted Marlon to pay for what he’d done to me, but not if it included Chris getting himself in more trouble. No way! I had a child to think about, HIS child! If anything went down and Chris was found with that gun on him, how was I supposed to explain to Asia when she got older that her daddy was locked up in a prison cell doing 5 to 10 years instead of being at home with us? I couldn’t have that shit on my conscience. I refused to have my daughter have to grow up one parent less like I did. I went through that shit and wouldn’t wish it on no kid. So I had to do what was right to protect her best interest!
I heard Kyra sigh deeply as I left out of the room. I rushed into Chris’ room and quickly grabbed my hoody and threw on my Chucks. “Did you drive here?” I asked Kyra as I hurried back into the living room
"Yeah…where are you going?" She looked up at me confused as she held Asia who was now sitting in her lap
"Give me your keys" I said to her
"Where are you going?" she ignored me. I rushed over to where her jacket was hung on the door and dug in the front pocket retrieving her car key. "Jhene where are you going?!" she stood up. I grabbed my phone off the table
"To find Chris!”
Within 15 minutes I was driving with illegal speed down Marlon’s resident road; something inside just told me this was the first place Chris would’ve come looking, I knew he knew the way over here from the very first time he’d dropped me here to stay. My hands were shaking with nerves and my heart plummeted into my chest. As I pulled up to his house front, I immediately recognized a Grey Mustang with a missing licence plate that was parked sloppily on the corner. The car just looked way outta place in such an uptight neighbourhood. That’s how I knew Chris was over here and must’ve gone and swapped his car at the shop for protection before making his way over here. I stopped the car sharply in the middle of the road, shut off the engine and quickly hopped out and ran up the sidewalk as Chris was jogging up Marlon’s driveway.
"CHRIS!" I screamed after him. He suddenly stopped for a second, turned and looked at me incredously, shocked I was there, but as soon as it came it left and that murderous look he had on his face earlier returned and he continued his way up the driveway. "Chris wait!" I called after him again, outta breath, my tears completely clouding my vision.
"Go home Jhene!" He demanded.
"No I won’t-"
"GO FUCKING HOME!" He turned around and screamed at me. I flinched at the sound of his voice but continued to follow him anyway to the front door. I wasn’t leaving anywhere unless he was leaving with me.
"AYO OPEN UP!" he hollered, violently pounding on the double glaze glass that covered Marlon’s front door. He was yelling at the top of his lungs and I was almost certain he was gonna cause one of the uptight Caucasian neighbours who adorned the big houses with the white picket fences the two car garage and lived the all-round ‘American dream’, in Marlon’s neighbourhood to call the cops on the angry black male with tats, yelling violently at quarter to midnight in their neighbourhood. "Come on punk ass nigga where you at?!" He was so loud! Figuring Marlon wasn’t gonna open the door like he wanted him to, Chris ran round the back and grabbed one of the large bricks that modelled as a barrier between the driveway and lawn and then threw it at the back door. With scary ease the double glazed glass smashed in, I screamed and then Chris then used his foot to kick out the remains of the glass and stepped through and into the foyer with me following closely behind.
The house held an eerie silence and was pitch black with the only form of light coming from the porch, but that didn’t stop Chris. “Bitch Ass Nigga where you at?” He hollered as he shot through every single room on the bottom floor like the Tasmanian devil straight outta hell looking for Marlon. Figuring he wasn’t downstairs, he took the flight of stairs two at a time; I rushed behind him and watched as he kicked down door after door after door. “Chris please let’s just go he ain’t here!” I screamed after him as he checked the third closed door. It was clear as day nobody was here! Just as I said that, suddenly a bright overwhelming light shone through the house from the driveway. I rushed over to the nearest window to see his red Ferrari pulling up into the drive. Marlon was back! ”Shit!” I cursed to myself backing away from the window. “CHRIS!” My phone screen lit up in my hand, Mijo was calling. “CHRISTOPHER!” I yelled again over my ringing phone. I ran over to the bedroom he was currently tearing up and knocked into him just as he was coming out. “Chris, he’s downstairs, he’s here so let’s just go!” I was frantic
“Oh yeah?” Chris smirked; it was a smirk I’d never seen in my life, so sinister and cold. Who the hell was this man right now! He slightly pushed me out of his way so he could see outside the window
“Stop fucking playing, let’s go!” I screamed at him.
"You think I’m letting him get away with this shit Jhene?!" he asked me as if I was stupid.
"Fuck this shit! Don’t you know you’re still on probation, you WILL go back to prison if you do this Chris!” I cried. "If you love me like you say you do, you’ll just let it go, PLEASE!"
He kissed his teeth and then went to reply but both our attentions snapped to the stairs as we heard the front door open and then slam shut. The light to the downstairs switched on. Chris looked over the banister. I quickly snatched him back by his shirt before he could be seen and then pushed him back into the bedroom “You’re not about to do this” I quietly pleaded with my eyes. “You’re not about to do this! Do you think Asia and Jeniece wanna grow up with their daddy in prison? Having to visit you through a fucking glass barrier! I’ll be damned if you make me have to put my daughter through that shit Chris! You know how that feels not having your dad around so why would you wanna put them through that as well? If you ain’t finna do it for me just think about your kids, please!”
After a moment of staring me down, Chris finally gave in and let his guard down. I knew that would work and I felt a sigh of relief sweep over me, but I didn’t let it show yet. His jaw tensed and he looked over to the side. “So what the fuck do you want me to do?” he hissed at me
"Go in here and just wait until I come back" I said as I pushed Chris into the closet after convincing him to hide in the bedroom, of course the Alpha in him put up a fight.
"Do you think I’m about to leave you with this nigga by yourself?"
"Chris!" I protested. I knew what I was doing. There was a higher chance that tonight would end worse than it already was if Marlon saw me and Chris in his home rather than just me.
"If I hear the nigga even step too heavy in your direction, I’m coming out" he warned me. “Fuck this shit!” I rolled my eyes.
"Ok, just get in” I pushed him inside and then quickly closed the closet door before he could protest further.
I could hear somebody was upstairs. The tiptoed footsteps, hushed voice and smashed in back door gave that much away. I set my car key down on the side table and proceeded to take off my jacket and shoes after a long day at the studio. I was exhausted and would’ve loved nothing more than to come home to an empty, peaceful home. Instead I came home to intruders failing to cover their tracks.
I trudged over to my bar and poured myself a shot of whiskey and then allowed the strong dark liquor to slip down my throat, slowly lighting my insides ablaze I poured myself a second glass for good luck and then placed the shot glass down on the bar top and then proceeded to reach into the back of the cabinet where I pulled out a trusty friend of mines, Smith and Wesson and a small flip blade I kept close by at all times; you could never have too much protection. The floorboards above me creaked again. I looked up in the direction the noise was coming from; my bedroom and then placed the small pistol into the back of my trouser and my blade inside of my pocket. Closing back the cabinet, I walked over to my security system and noticed the alarm hadn’t been set since a few days ago, allowing whoever to explore my home without facing the risk of being caught by the alarm going off. I punched in the code provided to reset the alarm and then I pushed the red button on the system for a silent 911 emergency signal.
Whoever it was intruding in my home was either leaving in handcuffs, or a body bag tonight. I was gonna make sure of that.
I had no plan. All I knew was somehow I needed to get Chris out of this closet and out of this house unseen. I needed a distraction. I stood hopelessly in the middle of Marlon’s bedroom desperately digging in my mind for some sort of miracle thought to come to me, but I got nothing but nerves that grew even thicker when I began to hear the staircase creak and then footsteps coming closer towards the bedroom door. The thought of knowing this could end really badly panicked me. Chris was crazy but Marlon was even crazier. The look he had on his face that day flashed like headlights in my mind. That sinister look was powerful enough to strike fear into anyone because it held nothing. No remorse, no guilt, no fear; absolutely nothing. Scared was an understatement to say I was feeling because I had no idea which person I’d meet tonight, was he the unremorseful aggressor or the kind gentleman he’d previously portrayed to be.
The door suddenly burst open snatching me out of my looming thoughts. I gasped and jumped in fright as he flew in pointing a loaded gun straight in my direction.
I froze. And for a moment…so did he.
Sinister Marlon it was then.
He stared at me cold.
"Jhene?…" he breathed, still aiming his gun in my direction. Chills ran through me and I could feel my heart beating thunderously through my chest.
Suddenly, his face softened.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" he asked. Internally I cringed in disgust at the sound of him referring to me as ‘baby’. Baby? Fucking baby? He had to be kidding! but I stayed silent.
Noticing my fear that wouldn’t allow me to speak Marlon followed my eyes to the weapon he still had aimed in my direction and then allowed his hands to drop so that the gun hung by his side. “Jhene, what are you doing here?” he asked again. This time I shrugged not having much too say. Honestly what was I really doing here other than trying to protect my child’s father from doing something to that he’d regret in the long run?
"So you just stopped by for no reason?" He questioned.
"I guess" I quietly replied.
"Oh, I thought you were somebody else, that’s why I had this" Marlon gestured to the gun as he placed it on his side dresser "Well, I’m glad you’re here anyway” he loosened his tie from his neck and then walked closer towards to greet me when his face expression suddenly dropped dramatically as my face came into his clear view. “Jhene what-what happened to you….Who did this!” He went to grab a hold of my hands but I quickly took a step back from him and looked at him with bewilderment. “Jhene?” he asked taking another step to me “Tell me who did this to you right now…”
"Are you serious?" I questioned.
"Who did this! Tell me who did this to you!" He demanded. He tried to touch my face but I slapped his hand away in no time.
“Are you fucking serious?” I spat harshly at him. Marlon still feigned confusion.
"I don’t get it…"
“You did this! You fucking did this to me!” I yelled at him. I was offended, insulted at the fact that he could stand here and ‘act’ as if he didn’t remember what happened that night. The shock on his face remained stagnant.
“What are you talking about? How? I haven’t seen you in ages” he replied puzzled.
My eyes widened. “You call 2 days ages Marlon?”
He was still confused.
“Days? More like weeks Jhene…I’ve been out in New York remember…working. My love I think you’re mistaken” he chuckled solemnly
My eyes widened again.
“Did you hit your head?” he asked in concern.
“Did you?!” I asked incredously. Marlon shook his head no
“No, not that I remember” he replied nonchalantly. “But I did manage to close a deal on this house whilst I was in the city. $889,000 cheque up front from this rich broker guy who used to work in one of those stock places out on Wall Street in New York. He says he wants a fresh start after retiring just under a $100mill under his belt, I recon he scammed his way through that success, sort of like that Jordan Belfort, you know the guy from Wolf of Wall street but who knows stock brokers are shady people. I’ll be moving a few weeks from today, I fancy something new. Not too big just outside of Hollywood hills or perhaps somewhere in Westwood or even Calabasas….wasn’t thinking about it too much when I decided to put this place up for sale, ha ha!…Ah well, you only got one life right, why not live on the edge” he chuckled fondly as he continued to waffle on about absolute made up bullshit. I could not believe what I was bear witness too. I was so confused; I couldn’t possibly make this shit up if I tried. I had to have been dreaming standing here because this man was unreal.
"Jhene?" he called, I looked at him. "Did you hear me? What do you think about moving in with me? Once I get my new place we can sort of be like a family, you know you me and Asia. I know she ain’t my daughter but, well…"
"What the- Are you fucking delusional?" My thoughts slipped out. He seemed taken aback by my question. "You assaulted me and you think I’m gonna move anywhere with you, with MY child"
"I didn’t assault you" he uttered. He slowly looked down at his hands, and then clenched his fists into a ball taking a look at his knuckles that were still visibly bruised and swollen. His head then began to shake in denial. “I wouldn’t do this to you” he mumbled the last bit
“You are for real…” I said in disbelief “Look at your fucking hands Marlon! You did this!” I screamed at him, Marlon looked back down at his knuckles.
“Why would you tell such an awful lie Jhene?” he looked continued to look at his hands in complete abysmal.
“You beat me up Marlon, in my home and then left me alone in a pit of my own blood and your telling me you have no recollection of what you did that night?”
“Who else have you told this too?” he asked me “Who else have you been spreading this awful lie to Jhene? I just don’t understand why you would say such a thing. I know you get things inside of your head and then you start to believe your own self, but I can assure you it is all in your head…” he said “I promise, I didn’t beat you up Jhene, I would never do this to you”
He was so convincing. The look on his face was so damn convincing, anyone standing here would’ve thought I was crazy. For a minute I thought I was going crazy. The look in his eyes was so sympathetic and honest. He really believed himself right now. He really believed he didn’t do this to me. I watched completely taken back as he got up and then walked towards his closet to change his clothes, my heart pounded thunderously and the thought of him catching Chris in that closet and quickly I slid in front of him before he could make it to the door. “Are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned. I stayed silent. He slowly raised my chin and then examined my face and winced at the sight of it. “You might wanna get your face checked out, that bruise looks pretty nasty” he sympathized. That was it. I smacked his hand away from my face.
“You’re fucking crazy…” I yelled at him. I was angry at the fact he really thought he could fool me into believing he was innocent! I refused to a be a victim to any form of emotional or psychological abuse he was trying to work on me. “I know what you’re trying to do here, and I know what your fucking bum ass did to me, you sick son of a bitch!”
“Misunderstood…” he muttered
“What?!” I snapped
“I am not crazy. I’m misunderstood” he corrected me; I was in disbelief
“YOU’RE FUCKING SICK!”
“I’m not sick” he mumbled
“I’m not crazy”
“YES YOU ARE YOU’RE A SICK CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER!”
"I’M NOT CRAZY!" he finally yelled as he swiped the lamp off the dresser causing it to go flying with a loud crash to the floor. I screamed as pieces of glass flew in my direction. “DON’T CALL ME CRAZY, I’M NOT FUCKING CRAZY!” Of course that’s all it took for Chris to take that as his queue to come bolting outta the closet door. Marlon looked over at the closet and at Chris panicky. He looked over at me "What…You’re setting me up?" He asked, suddenly his voice was one of the calmest voices I’d ever heard
“You’re setting me up Jhene?” Marlon asked again this time inching closer to the dresser; Chris glanced over at the dresser where the gun laid on the top and in no time, Marlon leaned over and grabbed the gun off the dresser and fired a shot just grazing millimetres above Chris’ head. I screamed and Chris ducked pulling me down with him. Instantly Marlon fired another shot in the exact same direction, this time the bullet shot out the closet doors mirror. Before he could shoot again, Chris charged with force at Marlon; his head ramming straight into Marlon’s stomach. The gun he was holding went flying across the dark room and crashed somewhere on the floor. Marlon hurled over in pain and then Chris swung and punched him dead in the face. The two men both began to wrestle violently for a second time with each other both trying to get the upper hand on the other.
"Stop, Please Stop!" I cried hesitantly inching closer to the two. Marlon struggled to get the upper hand on Chris as he continued to hold him down and pound left and right into his face. Chris was beating the living shit outta him when suddenly Marlon lifted up and head butted Chris so hard in the face I could’ve sworn I heard his nose crack in the process. I gasped and Chris let out an unlawful yelp of pain and fell to the side allowing Marlon to struggle on top of him and gain the upper hand. Blood was leaking heavily from Chris’ nose, just as Marlon went to hit Chris, I quickly ran over to him and pushed him off of Chris. "Get the fuck off of him!" I yelled. Startled for a moment, he looked taken back by my actions but then quicker than ever his eyes turned black with a crazed look and he launched straight at me with absolutely no remorse. He grabbed me by my neck and then slammed me up hard against the wall. "Bitch this is your fault anyway! Did you think I was stupid? Why the fuck you had to come over here huh?" I could hear him saying as I fought and struggled to get his hand away from the tight grip he had on my neck. “Why the fuck did you have to come over here with this nigga? Why the fuck do you have to be so loose?!” His face turned delirious as he tightened his hold. Vastly I was losing breath and with the look on his face I knew he’d have no problem absolutely killing me tonight. I felt around until my hand came in contact with the closest object I could reach. I couldn’t breathe and because of it my arm had gone limp with no feeling but despite my struggle I still managed to grab a hold of the large picture frame on the side table and swing it up so that the sharp edge hit Marlon right over the head. “AHH!” He stumbled back and grabbed his temple and squeezing his eyes closed in pain. The picture frame dropped from my hand as I immediately grabbed hold of my throat and began coughing from the lack of air. I was coughing profusely and my head began to feel light headed when all of a sudden I felt my hair being yanked back and then out of nowhere, the dirtiest backhand I think I’d ever received in my whole entire life connected with speed to the side of my face. My head felt like it had spun completely off of my neck. I fell back so hard against the bedframe. Marlon tried to come at me again; but thankfully Chris had cut him off with a crazy blow to his face before he could get to me.
I had no idea what made this nigga think that he was about to hit Jhene whilst I was right there. I was for sure this nigga had broken my nose but as soon as I saw him ready to launch at her for the second time; my mind completely blanked out. I sped my punches up. Fists were flying and quick swift movements were being made I couldn’t front, dude had mad strength on him he was a fighter, but he had nothing on my speed, I knew I could handle him. We both fell back to the ground. We rolled around some but I ended up hovering over him, so I started striking that bitch in his face.
Chris was holding Marlon down, pounding his face in, a few of Marlon’s punches connected with Chris, but Chris was whooping his ass. Then it all happened so quickly and the next thing I knew Marlon had fought to the top and banged Chris’ head on the floor a couple times, then he pulled out a small flip blade from his pocket and stabbed; Quickly Chris jouked his head the blade missing his face just by a tiny inch.
Spotting Marlon’s gun that had previously been thrown to the ground. Panicking, I scurried over to it and quickly grabbed hold of the metal burner. I felt my hands begin to sweat making it impossible for me to grip the gun firmly. Marlon was completely out of it and Chris was fighting hard against Marlon and the blade trying to prevent him from stabbing him. I could see neither one of them were about to allow the other one to get the upper hand for too long, the only way this fight was gonna stop was if one of them killed the other. I also knew whatever Marlon had previously been on had his adrenaline on high and his strength on something beyond normality. He was completely delirious and no matter how strong Chris was when it came down to it he had nothing on whatever Marlon was on. Marlon was out to kill. My head still spun viciously and my sight was blurred from the force of the hit Marlon had given me making it almost impossible for me to see straight. But still I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and aimed and as I heard Chris suddenly yell out in pain, I pulled and squeezed the trigger…
The loudest noise I think I’d ever heard in my life rang through my ears. And then suddenly the sound of a body dropped like dead weight to the ground.
The gun slipped from my fingers as his blood splattered disgustingly all over the wooden floor. In an instant my eyes flew open and they grew huge as a desperate wail of horror escaped my mouth when I realised what I’d just gone and done “NOOOOOO!” I cried out hysterically as he lay there, lifeless on the floor.
What had I just done…