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Narjara’s right eye was closed and swollen shut, and her bottom lip was split and swollen. She looked as if she had been on the receiving end of head shots from Floyd Mayweather.
“I can’t, Jasmine.”
“What you mean, you can’t? You don’t have a choice; I’m taking you myself. You could lose your eye. That shit don’t look good at all. What the hell happened? That muthafucka can’t be putting his hands on you like that!”
Narjara, on the verge of tears, shook her head. “It’s always the same bullshit. It’s like no matter what I do, I can never make him happy. He always finds something to scream on me about. I get so tired of him reminding me how, if it wasn’t for him, I would still be working a stripper’s pole somewhere.”
“For real, for real, you ain’t fuckin’ with his ass no more, and I mean that shit. You can just chill here until we figure something out.”
Narjara went to the mirror and looked at her face. “It wasn’t even this bad when I got in the cab.” Right after she said that, she fell to the floor.
Jasmine screamed, and then she ran to her aid. “Narjara! You okay?”
/> Narjara had fainted, but she quickly came to. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just real dizzy,” she said from the floor, trying to sit up.
“See, this is what I mean—Your ass is going to the hospital right now. I was going to drive you, but I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Jasmine, no. I’m all right!”
“No, you aren’t all right. You fuckin’ just fainted. You getting checked out by a doctor.”
“And what am I gonna tell them happened to me? That my boyfriend beat my ass? Then they’ll call the cops. And I just don’t feel like dealing with that drama.”
Jasmine shook her head. She blew out air out from her lungs. At that very moment, her front doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone to come by at such a late hour. She was hoping it was Nico; that he had forgotten his key or something.
The bell rang again, and Jasmine told Narjara she would be right back.
She looked on the security camera and saw Bebo. A smile came to her face. She knew if Bebo was there that Nico was more than likely right behind him.
“Hey, Bebo,” Jasmine said, after opening the door. She leaned over to give Bebo a kiss on the cheek.
Bebo brushed past her without accepting the kiss, not even bothering to say hello. Two dudes she hadn’t seen before followed him.
“Where your man at?” Bebo asked.
Jasmine opened her hands and shrugged.
“Jasmine, I asked you—Where was your man at?”
“And I said I don’t know!” she replied, sensing something was wrong.
“You shrugged your fuckin’ shoulders. Open your mouth and address me with words.”
Narjara walked into the living room to see what was going on. She had put on a pair of Jasmine’s shades, but her swelling was still visible.
“Are you high or something?” Jasmine asked. “Where the fuck is Nico?”
“I don’t know. I thought he would be with you.”
Bebo tried to detect if she was being straight up with him. “Nah, he ain’t with me. Get him on the phone.”
“Okay, hold up. First, tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Get the muthafucka on the phone!” Bebo reached into his waistband and pulled out a snub-nosed revolver and pointed it at Jasmine.
Jasmine’s heart started racing. Narjara tried to turn and walk out of the living room.
“Don’t move, chica!” Bebo ordered.
