Free Thicker Than Water by Takerra Allen Page B

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    “I’m sorry princess, I should’ve been here.”
    Sasha didn’t answer, instead she just thought to herself, ‘Hell yeah you should’ve.’ Chauncey kissed her forehead, and rocked her in his arms.
    “Princess I’m sorry. I fucked up, I should’ve been here.”
    Neli stood at the door, pissed off and hurt. She couldn’t believe how Chauncey just catered to Sasha’s dramatics. She thought that he would at least acknowledge her in some way, but he ignored her and catered to this little spoiled bitch’s antics.
    Get the fuck out of here , Neli thought to herself but soon was hearing it out loud.
    “You hear me, get the fuck out of here!” Chauncey screamed at everyone, including Neli. The only person that he didn’t scream at was Tatum. He stormed out into the living room.
    “Get out! Get the fuck out!”
    Everyone jumped up quickly. They knew Chauncey said what he meant and meant what he said. They also he knew he was going to flip when he found out what happened to Sasha so this was not a surprise. The nigga was a loose cannon.
    After everybody cleared out, Tatum headed out, followed by E who promised to have names for Chauncey by tomorrow. When he didn’t get a response from Chauncey, he didn’t trip. He didn’t expect one.
    Chauncey locked the door behind E and headed back into the living room. The apartment was just like home to him, he had spent so much time there. And even though Sasha’s parents had money and kept the apartment fully stocked with whatever she needed, Chauncey had purchased most of the furnishings, including the 42” plasma TV and the King XL rounded bed that they enjoyed many nights.
    It was quiet, and before he went back into the room to face Sasha, he sat down on the couch to take a moment to think. He took off his tee and placed his head in his hands wondering who was responsible for this and who would ever think to disrespect him in this way.
    He thought about a lot in those couple of minutes. He hardly ever had time to think. Lately things had been so hectic in the streets, partly because they had to be, and partly because that’s the way he wanted them, to keep his mind off of Sasha. He thought of how he had been so stupid. He wanted to be with Sasha and he knew he could be, but he was a nigga used to having control. Whenever he put himself in a certain situation that made him feel vulnerable, he had to do something to fuck it up.
    Now it was too late, he couldn’t go back to Sasha after what he had done. Neli would never let that happen. And he couldn’t tell Sasha, he just couldn’t hurt her like that. He just had to let her go.
    Sasha walked out of the bedroom and studied Chauncey in his sexy wife beater with his dark muscular arms that were once her security blanket. She missed him so much, all those nights she lay in her bed, pretending that her fingers were his. All those nights, wishing that she could have him again. Wishing that she could wake up and he’d be right in that next room, right on that couch like he was now.
    “Hey,” her soft voice quivered.
    Tears formed at her heart and she prayed that they didn’t come to her eyes.
    “Hey,” he answered, looking up at her. Beautiful. “So tell me what happened.”
    She wanted to tell him that one of their names was Rico, but she was too scared that he would leave to go find the guys. She needed him tonight.
    “Please Chaunc, I don’t want to relive that right now. Can I talk about it in the morning?” She took a pause before she continued; she wanted to choose her words carefully. “You will be here in the morning, right?”
    Chauncey caught her insinuation and took it for what it was. He had every intention of being by her side all through the night.
    “Yeah, I’ll be here kid. Don’t worry, I aint going nowhere.”
    I heard that before. Sasha thought to herself. She walked over to the couch and stood in front of him. He placed his head on her stomach as she rubbed the back of his neck and down