Chapter 3
It was Friday night and Chanel was sitting in the living room holding an ice bag on the side of her face when Rico walked in. Her face was still a lilttle swollen from Rico hit her the other day. When Rico walked through the door Chanel’s blood started boiling. It was to the point to where just the sight of him would make her mad and she knew she had to leave him before he kill her or she wound up killing him.
“where you coming from ? You wasn’t in that when you left today” Chanel asked
“if you must know im coming from the barber shop and I stopped by the mall to get me something to wear to the club tonight”
“what club ?”
“the lex”
“who you finna go to The Rolex with ?”
“damn why you asking all these questions”
“cause I want to!”
“don’t get messed up”
“no you don’t get messed up. You not finna keep putting your hands on me. I’m sick of this mess”
“and I’m sick of you talking to me like you stupid”
“well since im talking to you like I’m stupid maybe I need to get crazy and start swinging on you”
“well come on you wanna give me your best shot” Rico said coldly “and if you do you better hit me with a haymaker”
For a minute Chanel was scared, then she started thinking about all the times he’d beat on her. She balled her little fist up and struck Rico with a blow, which didn’t do anything to him. Although the baby punch didn’t phase him, he couldn’t believe Chanel had gotten the balls to even hit him. Now he felt like she was getting outta line even though he told her to hit him. He felt like she would be disrespecting him on the regular now. Chanel was standing there feeling like she just did something but when Rico starting laughing she knew otherwise. Rico stopped laughing when he tasted blood in his mouth and gotten even madder.
“you done, bitch you done bust my lip” he said pulling on his lip trying to look at it. Chanel started backing up from him slowly but he reached out and grabbed her and shook her up a little. Once he let her go...