Chapter 6:
Ryan:
I had no fucking idea where Karrueche could’ve gone. The bitch didn’t leave a phone number so it was safe to assume that she had the same cell phone. With that little information I tried texting her, telling her I wouldn’t hurt her if she just came home on her own. That was a fucking lie because the moment I saw her I was gonna punch her in her fucking throat.
She didn’t answer any of my first texts which pissed me the fuck off. Who the hell did she think she was to just cut me off? Who the hell did she think she was acting like she was over me? She damn well knows she misses me, ain’t nobody can give her what I can give her.
I’ll admit it I don’t love Karrueche. I mean lil mama was fine, but I only needed her for the money she brought in. And she brings in lots of it. And who the hell even needs love, what that shit gonna do for you at the end of the day? Nothing. Love is a bunch of shit, ain’t no one out there that’s supposed to love you and sure as hell ain’t no one who can make me happier than when I got 5 G’s in my hand.
Karrueche is my fastest way to 5 G’s on any day and that’s what I’m in love with, the quick cash she makes. But I don’t know who she been talking to that done got it in her head that she’s better than this life. Bitch sure didn’t know what the hell she signed up for when she started going out with me, but she sure as hell was about to find out.
After about the fourth or fifth text message I was mad as shit. She hadn’t replied still and it was frustrating me not being in control. She’d been gone for a good two weeks or so, I wasn’t really keeping count, and my money wasn’t rolling in as much. I used to make a go 50 G’s a week, now I made 25 G’s if I was lucky. I needed Karrueche back and I needed her back fast.
Knowing there was only one way to find her I hit up my cousin Fernando. Fernando was a spy of sorts; a hit man is what I thought of him. I could call that nigga up and give him any name and a description and Fernando could find them. No matter how MIA Karreuche thought she was I was gonna find her and get back what was mine.
Pulling out my phone I scrolled down to his name, hoping he wasn’t getting it in. For a nigga that was always so busy, he sure liked to fuck or maybe he was just always busy fucking. No matter wasn’t any of my damn business and I didn’t care.
“Yo, you’re talking to the sex machine how may I pleasure you?” Fernando purred through the phone. Lifting the phone away I checked the name I had called. Yea, it was Fernando.
“Fernando man, stop with that stupid shit and listen up.” I heard him choke on the other end.
“Ryan? Damn, nigga I ain’t check the motherfuckin caller ID. Shit, I thought it was one of the hunnies calling for a late night riding lesson.” He laughed to himself.
“Nah nigga, I ain’t no hunny and I don’t roll like that.”
“Then the fuck do you want?” he sounded irritated. Somebody hasn’t gotten any pussy lately. Or well any good pussy.
“Listen I need you to find someone for me. My main bitch decided she could up and leave a nigga high and dry. She just went MIA on my ass and ain’t expect me to find her.” He sighed on the other side of the phone.
“And what does any of that shit have to do with me?”
“Was you not listening? I need you to find her and let me know where she at. I want to bring her home. I got to handle some business and I want to be the one doing it.”
“Aight, what she look like?”
“She real short and real skinny, mad tiny. She real chinky eyed and tan. Her eyes are brown, her hair is long and brown. And her name’s Karrueche Tran.”
“I dunno man, I mean there are a lot of females that look like that, anything specific you can give me?” I thought about it, thinking back to last time we’d got it in.
“Nahh nigga, the trick is perfect! All I can give is that she mad tiny, like really small and not in a skinny way, even though she’s pretty skinny. And she’s part Asian…her eyes give it away…I dunno man…I mean she has a couple of tattoo’s. One on her forearm says ‘the past is practice’ and there’s a zipper tattoo up the back of her right leg. And I mean she has a couple others, but you’d only be able to peep those if she was half naked…or full naked.”
“Oh, trust me I could get her fully naked..” he laughed.
“I ain’t ask all that, do you think you can find her?”
“Wait? You said a chick with a tattoo on her forearm? ‘The past is practice’?”
“Yea, why?” I heard shuffling on his side of the phone.
“I saw a chick, a small chick like the one you described, and she a tattoo like that…nigga she was bad. Cursed out my side piece…tried to get her number, but the hoe straight faded me. I didn’t get her name, but Ima look her up for you, find shit out, and let you know, Aight?”
“Yea man, just make it snappy. I got a business to run and that’s my money.” Then I snapped my phone closed and sighed.
That nigga better have the right chick and Karrueche better be ready. Imma find her.
Jasmine:
I was just rolling out of bed, stretching my fine ass self. It had been a while since I last saw Chris and I wasn’t too happy about it. The last time I saw him he was with some side piece all up in MY house. I don’t know who the hell she was, but I could lie a good hundred down that she was some hoe from the club.
I felt real disrespected that Chris would just throw me out without letting me explain. Nigga knows if he woulda let me put in my two cents in I would still be in his bed and spending his money like no tomorrow. I was extra pissed he ain’t even let me grab my good Victoria secret before I dipped.
And not to mention the way he rushed to that hoe like she was so precious or some shit, checking her over like she was his boo. He should be worrying about whether or not I’m okay, I was or I am his girlfriend! That nigga better not be fucking her on the side!
The worst part was the way he looked at her when he was checking her over. Was he in fucking love? With her? Hell no, he better not be? If I ever find out that he loves that home wrecker….I won’t be able to hold myself back. Oh, and the way he let her talk to me! Yelling all up in my face, like she owns shit or runs shit. Hell no. I swear I was bouta smack the shit outta her.
Walking into my bathroom I ran a bath and threw my hair up. All this drama and all this thinking was stressing me out, creating too much tension my muscles, that was bad for me. Stress messed with my flexibility and I needed to be flexible ;). Stepping into my bath I sank into the warm foamy water. I was relaxed for nothing but five minutes when my phone rang.
“Fuck! Nigga’s always on my dick!” I stood up dripping wet and grabbed my towel wrapping it around me.
I found my phone on my side table buzzing its little soul out. Checking the caller ID a slow smiled stretched across my face and wasn’t so mad about the interruption.
“Hey, papi.” I purred through the phone.
“Hola…I know how much it turns you on when I speak Spanish, but I’m need you to keep your clothes on.” He chuckled and I heard movement.
“Don’t worry papi, I gotchu.”
“Aight ma. What I need from you is info on that little chick that was with ya Ex when he you know….caught us.”
“Why, you want her or something?” I sounded jealous, but I wasn’t I just liked anything that was mine to stay just that, mine.
“Nahh ma, I only want you…you know that. But you know I get calls from people’s that want me to track down other people’s and that chick is wanted. Worse even she wanted by my family so I need to find out if she is who I think she is.”
“Oh, well I don’t really talk to Chris like that anymore. I was letting him cool off. But you know I could work some magic, make him love me again, and get you what you need.” He laughed again and I smiled. His laugh turned me the fuck on.
“But you know babe. Before I can do anything for you Ima need my own type of payment.” He laughed again and at this point I needed him, bad.
“Aight, I gotchu ma. I be at ya place in five?”
“I’ll be waiting nice and ready for you, papi.”
Mijo:
“Let me wrap this up for you and then ring it up.” The lady behind the counter smiled at me and then went into the back.
I was at Jared’s getting Seiko a promise ring. I was really feeling her and we had been talking about a relationship a lot lately and I wanted to make things official. I really trusted this girl, like with my life trusted her. She was just so perfect and I was such a nigga to have her in my life.
“Ok, that’ll be $209.89, cash or card?”
“Card”
“Credit or debit?”
“Debit.” With that I swiped my card, signed on the dotted line and was on my way to Seiko’s crib.
Pulling into her driveway I knew she’d be there by herself since Chris had moved Kae in with him. It was a risky decision on his part, but he had his reasons and I didn’t blame him. If he felt for Kae half of what I felt for Seiko I send him my prayers, because I had it bad.
Ringing the door bell all I felt was the weight of the ring box in my back pocket. She was taking a minute to get to the door and every second weighed heavy on my confidence. What if she didn’t want me after what I told her? What if she feared me? What if she….what if she didn’t love me too?
“Mijo?” looking up I smiled at her and pulled her into a hug.
“Hey, babe.”
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have to work today?” she pulled away, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the house.
“Nah, I told Chris I wanted to see my girl.” She smiled and then let my hand go.
“I was just making myself some food. How does baked chicken and rice sound?” I nodded, smiling, she knew I loved me some food.
“That sounds really good, actually.”
“Alright. I’m just waiting on the rice, but I’ll bring you plate.” With that she walked off to the kitchen.
I took a seat in the living room, turning on the TV and flipping through the channels. Nothing much was on so I didn’t have much of a distraction from my thoughts. I had this gut feeling that this wasn’t going to turn out the way I thought it would, the good way. I could seriously see Seiko running away from me, pushing me out of her life. And I don’t know how I would handle that, if I could handle that.
“And here you go!” she placed a plate loaded with chicken, rice, corn, and two rolls in front of me.
“Woah babe, what would I do if I didn’t have you to feed me right?”
“I really don’t know how you would survive.” She shrugged and then started eating her food. I watched her eat over my forkfuls. I analyzed her face, taking in every groove, every detail, and the way her bottom lip pouted naturally, the way her eyes curved down slightly. I felt as if this may be my last time looking at her like this.
All too soon we were both full and smiling. She got up taking my plate and hers, promising me a bottle of beer when she got back. I smiled, she really was amazing.
“Here’s your beer babe.”
“My complements to the chef, that meal was delightful.” She blushed and I laughed, pinching her cheeks.
“Stop it! Now, why are you here?”
“You don’t want me here? Because you know I can leave.” I stood, playing as if I was about to leave and she pulled me back down.
“No! Sit, Stay! Good boy!” she clapped her hands then patted me on the head. This chick.
“Yea, yea. But I just wanted to see you is that a problem?” she shook her head and wrapped her arms around me.
“No. I missed you. What has been like two days since I last saw you? Too long, babe, too long. I swear Ima have to have you move in.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around her.
“Well, we’d have to be going together for that to happen. I’d hate to live here and not be able to call you mine.”
“Well then I guess we’ll just have to change that won’t we.” She looked up at me.
“I guess we will.” She pulled away from me, smiling.
“But you have to ask me properly.” I smiled and then took her hands in mine.
“I promise you I will, but first I have to tell you something. And before I say anything, just know I’m only telling you this because I trust you. And I mean I trust you so much. I can’t stress that enough. I trust you and I don’t want any secrets between us. I have too many feelings for you to hide anything from you. Especially myself.” She squeezed my hands and looked up at me.
“Oh, babe I trust you too. And I don’t want you to keep anything from me. Just you know don’t tell me your gay or something, I don’t know how I would deal with that. And I mean if you’re addicted to crack or something we’ll just get you help I mean I’m here for you completely. I’ve got you back.”
“Don’t worry I’m not gay. Trust me ma, I ain’t gay. And no I aint’t addicted to crack. Nothing like that. I just haven’t been completely honest about myself with you this whole time we’ve been talking.” She looked confused and I laughed at the constipated look on her face.
“I don’t quite understand what you’re saying to me.”
“It’s just that I’m…..I….I…I-“
“Just say it. I promise I won’t judge you.”
“I….I…I love you.” Her face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree and she screamed so fucking loud. Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.
She pulled me into her and squeezed the shit out of me. I laughed patting down her hair. I think she was crying, she was that happy. She pulled back tears tracking down her cheeks and kissed me, hard. I let her kiss me and then she pulled back grabbing my cheeks between her palms.
“I love you too.” She whispered and kissed me again, this time really slow, and I swear if I didn’t have something really important to tell her we would be getting it in right here. When she pulled back I grabbed her cheek and looked in her eyes.
“Seiko….I’m a vampire.”
“Is that a funny way of saying your sleeping schedule is really fucked up.” She smiled.
“No…..I’m a vampire.” And then I leaned into her neck inhaling her enticing scent. I felt my fangs coming out and pulled back.
“I’m a vampire.” And then I flashed her a smile with my fangs. She gasped and pulled back. I cringed. She looked so damn scared. Then she laughed.
“When did you put those in? They look so real! You almost had me for a second there!” She pushed my shoulder smiling.
She didn’t believe me. She didn’t understand. I leaned into her neck again inhaling again. I swear if I hadn’t of satisfied my thirst early this morning, I wouldn’t be able to play around with my fangs right now, they would be doing some serious damage. I touched her neck with my fangs, just slightly.
Then she pulled away from me gasping again. There was that look again, that look of pure fear. Like I would hurt her! I wasn’t playing when I said I loved her. I really did, it’s just that I hadn’t meant to say that to her. I’d meant to say this. Funny how I was hoping that little mistake would save my ass. She sat there staring at me and then she screamed. Loud.
“THE HELLL!!! NIGGA IF YOU DON’T GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE I’M FINNA THROW SOME HOLY WATER ON YA ASS!!!!! NIGGA!!!” she put up two fingers in the form of the cross.
“Seiko! I won’t hurt you! Just let me explain, I promise-“
“EXPLAIN MY ASS!!! SO YOU CAN MOTHERFUCKING BITE ME!!!! HELL NO NIGGA MY NECK IS SCAR FREE AND THAT’S HOW IT’S GONNA BE!!!!! DON’T PLAY WITH ME I GOT SOME GARLIC IN THE FRIDGE AND I AIN’T AFRAID TO USE THAT SHIT!!! NOW JUST LEAVE!!!!!!!!!”
“Seiko! Let me explain!”
“NO!!!! LEAVE!!!”
I stood up backing away from her because she looked like she was about to slap a nigga. Even though it wouldn’t hurt but it would be uncomfortable as hell, plus that shit is embarrassing. She stood also still holding that damn make shift cross in front of her. Looking in her eyes, I saw she was really and truly scared. She wasn’t angry or nothing just afraid.
“Seiko, calm down, let me just explain to you what I am. It’s not what you think I wouldn’t hurt you! I fucking love you!” a tear tracked down her cheek again, only this time I knew she wasn’t happy, she was far from it.
“Mijo, just go. I don’t want to hear anything. If you truly love me you’ll just go. Let me think. You’re right I don’t understand and right now after hearing something like that I don’t want to understand. I’ll call you when or if I ever feel I’m ready. Just leave me alone right now.” Her voice was trembling and she was whispering, her eyes closed. She was really afraid of me and that’s what hurt the most. She didn’t believe that I wouldn’t hurt her. So I left.
I sighed softly and looked back up at; she was now staring back at me.
“I mean it though, I love you ma. And I will wait for you, even if that means waiting forever.” Then I turned and walked out the living room and to the door. Turning around she was right there behind me, walking me out.
I let myself out and closed the door behind me. I heard the sound of the lock and I sighed again. She really didn’t trust me. Reaching into my back pocket I took out the ring box opening the top. The ring I had picked was really simple, just a silver band with a peridot stone and two small diamonds beside it. On the inside I had it engraved with the infinite sign and our names with a heart.
I took the ring out of the box rolling it between my fingers. Looks like I won’t need this anymore.
Karrueche:
I woke up in a cream room and for the millionth time I was scared out of my mind. Where the hell was I? Then it hit me, I’d moved in with Chris. It took some getting used living in a house with him, and it took some self control. Ever since that time in the dressing room all I’ve wanted to do is lock him in my bedroom and ride CJ like no tomorrow, but I had to control myself.
A knock at the door had me sitting up and smiling.
“Breakfast in bed your majesty.” Chris made his way towards me smiling. He had a little tray in his hands and on it was plate of waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. Beside it was some bacon and eggs. There was also a glass of orange juice and water.
“Wow, thank you my loyal subject. You’ve really out done yourself this morning.” He smiled, setting the tray down in front of me.
“Well you know, I try.” I smiled.
“How do I repay such an honest act of kindness.”
“I believe a kiss is in order.”
“Well, I guess I can fulfill such a simple request.” I rose up slightly and he met me halfway. We kissed softly, me pulling away first.
“If I get a gift like that every morning, Ima do this more often.”
“Don’t get to excited now.” He chuckled sitting down beside me on the bed.
I dug into the food moaning at how good it tasted. This was amazing, if he cooked every meal like this I would be in heaven. He would be the perfect husband.
“this is amazing, almost tastes like Waffle House waffles.” I could of swore he blushed and he started laughing nervously.
“Well you see….about that…” I gasped.
“You bought me breakfast?! You didn’t cook it? And I was about to complement you! I gave you a kiss for this!”
“But it tastes good right?”
“That’s not the point!
“But you‘re happy! That’s all that matters to me!” I couldn’t argue with an answer like that, it was just too sweet!
“Fine!”
“Ah, babe, don’t be mad I won.” I shook my head and ignored him.
“Babe.” I still wouldn’t respond.
“Kae” I just ate my food.
“Fine then.” And then he kissed me.
I couldn’t say no to an apology like so I kissed back. Then he pulled away and I pouted.
“I’m sorry, how bout I cook you dinner tonight?”
“Deal”
