I literally had to sit with that because I barely remembered that girl. I wracked my brain going through the train wreck that was college, and even at my worst, I still hadn’t done anything remotely close to abusing her.
I glanced over at Amaya and got stuck watching her chew her bottom lip as she typed furiously on her laptop.
“Is thereanythingwe need to know about this woman?” she asked, glancing up at me.
“Nah,” I promised. “We dated in college for maybe two months, broke up before graduation because I cheated. That was kid shit, I’m not like that,” I said, looking her dead in her eyes. She completely blew me off.
“You cheating doesn’t matter. Was there any type of violence between you two?” She asked dismissively.
“Never. Like I said before, Ineverput my hands on any woman.”
“Good,” she muttered, still tapping away on her computer. “So she’s a nurse, butclearlywants to be an influencer. She might be doing this to gain some notoriety… I think I need to do some more digging. Let’s go ahead and call it a night so Jocelyn and I can research.” I cursed, because my time in her presence was being cut short, and I was planning on seeing if she wanted to run it back tonight. Something had to give soon, because I wastiredof the bullshit. I just wanted to be with her, all the fucking time, without any restrictions.
Plaintiff’s Mother Takes the Stand in King V Andrews:
Today, Dior King, mother of Chanel King was brought to the stand as a character witness in the case. King testifies that once, Andrews threw her out of the house for trying to stop the alleged abuse between her daughter and the client. King also says that she witnessed financial abuse, citing a time that Andrews was forcing the plaintiff to pay all the bills in their shared condo.
In the cross examination, attorney for the defense, Amaya Lewis, clarified on previous claims, alleging that the witness was removed from their home after demanding money, assaulting the plaintiff herself, and vandalizing their property—complete with text and video proof to corroborate said claims. As far as the financial abuse, Lewis presented dozens of bankstatements, proving that King was the breadwinner early on, so she paid the mortgage in her condo that the two of them shared. All other expenses were handled by Andrews, and once he was promoted to first string and got a big pay increase, he reimbursed King for every payment and purchased a home for them together.
When asked about the false claims by reporters, King declined to comment. Proceedings have closed for a three-day weekend.
The Devil
Hey… Can we talk?
Me
Meet me at our spot in an hour.
After I finishedmy workout and showered, I checked my phone to see a text from none other than Chanel herself. I quickly replied, giving her a public location so she couldn’t run back and say that I harmed her.
It was time to end this shit, once and for all.
Later on, I sat in the booth of The Waffle Spot, wondering if the request had been some cruel joke. Chanel loved to do unnecessary shit to flex her power over me, and clearly I had fallen for it again. I had just given up, starting to peel my body away from the red faux leather seat, when Chanel came blowing into the restaurant like a tornado. Where I opted for a hoodie over a hat, and shorts, trying to look as incognito as possible, her ass looked photoshoot ready—skintight dress, sky high heels, new wig install, and a full face of makeup, all at 11:42 in the fuckin’ morning.
“Thank yousomuch for coming,” she said, looking at me with a warm smile as she slid into the booth across from me. This was where we had our first “date” on the night we met at the club all those years ago, so it made sense to pick this spot—it was familiar, safe. I could smell the liquor seeping out of her pores along with the perfume she tried to mask it with, but I could tell she wasn’tdrunk. She had a high tolerance, and Drunk Chanel probably would have tried to fight three people by now.
“Thank you,” I replied with a nod. I was already irritated that she showed up 42 minutes later than the time we scheduled, but I learned my lesson about complaining. I needed to be as pleasant as possible because I had a goal at hand. I sat there with a forced smile on my face as she took her time, dragging out her ordering process like she hadn’t been getting the same thing since we were too broke to afford it. Once she put in a request for chicken and waffles, with an apple juice, I finally spoke up, having had enough of the forced act.
“So, can we talk?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she answered with a heavy sigh. “First of all, I really wanna apologize for everything. I just missed you—I miss us, baby.” She reached across the table and touched my hand, causing me to look at her in disgust as I snatched away quickly. “So I can’t even touch you now, Chase?”
“You been out here tellin’ people that I did more than touch you,” I replied, trying to disguise the anger in my voice. “I think it’s best that everyone keeps their hands to themselves.”
“Baby, I said I was sorry. Oh my God,” she huffed like all of this was just a minor inconvenience. She treated her trying to ruin my fucking life with the same callousness that she would if she ate my leftovers. I went silent, realizing this whole thing was probably a stupid mistake. The waitress came and placed her food and drink on the table, and she apparently decided that she had enough of the peace and quiet.
“What happened with us?” she asked with sad eyes thatalmostlooked sincere, but I knew her. There was never a moment when she wasn’t performing.
“Chan, youknowwhat happened. I begged you to get help. You refused and I can’t just sit back and watch you kill yourself.”
“So you’re justdone? You don’t love me anymore?” Her big brown eyes burned a hole into me as tears slowly started to fill them.
“I can’t do it anymore,” I said somberly. “I tried, but I can’t sit around and watch you fucking kill yourself, Chanel. After all this, I don’t even feel the same anymore.”
“Y-You really don’t love me anymore, baby?” she asked as her bottom lip quivered. Looking at her after knowing the devious shit that she was capable of doing made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I put up with her shit for that long.
“No,” I said honestly, and for the first time, I could truly say that I meant that.
