What's Meant For You

She loved him when he let her in his home during the chicken epidemic at 10. She loved him at 16, when he swallowed his hatred and took her to homecoming. She loved him on the night of their graduation, when he spent all night worshiping her. She loved him when he left without a trace. She loved him when he didn't call, text, or email for five years.

And, fuck her, she loved him when he turned up out of nowhere, asking for her forgiveness.

Huey P. Freeman x Jazmine DuBois

Romance. Hurt/Comfort. Friendship. Family. Humor.

Rated M

Chapter Two: Missing Pieces

"OH MY GOD!" Sarah ran to her daughter and pulled her away. She allowed her mother to touch her but her eyes were trained on Huey, who seemed neither shocked or hurt by her action. He kept his head turned before moving his jaw. He looked at her, his eyes giving nothing away.

"Get out," she seethed. Her emerald eyes were hard and dark as she look at him. She didn't notice Cindy close the door and stand before it or Riley head to block the stairs.

"Jazmine," he said simply.

He gasped in her ear as he stroked it slowly. "Jazmine," he groaned, pushing all the way into her tight pussy. She clawed his back and wrapped her legs around him, pushing her hips against his. "Fuck! Jazmine!"

"Now, Huey," she almost growled. She moved to take a step closer to him but Grandad kept a firm hold on her. "Get out!"

"I need to talk to you," he said. She barked a dark, humourless laugh.

"Is that what you need, Freeman?" she asked. His eye twitched. "I think we're five years too late for me to give a fuck about what you need."

"Jazmine, please honey, calm down," her mother begged to deaf ears. Jazmine kept her eyes on Huey.

She was pissed. Angry. Furious. Heartbroken. Relieved. Sad. Happy. Tired.

"Fine," she said finally, jerking away from Grandad and moving past him. "Stay. Just don't fucking bother me."

As she passed him, his large, calloused hand rested on her stomach and moved her in front of him.

"Huey," she whimpered, her back arching off the bed as his hands slid up her stomach and towards her breasts.

"Look at me, beautiful," he whispered against her clit. She sobbed and lifted her gaze to meet his. He's never looked more delicious. "You're such a good fucking girl." He sucked her clit into his mouth, making her scream.

She pushed away from him. "Don't fucking touch me." The venom in her tone terrified even Grandad. But Huey remained in place, unfazed.

"I need to talk to you," he repeated, his Chicago accent making a small appearance. She smirked.

"And I don't give a fuck about what you need, Freeman," she repeated, pushing him. His eye twitched again.

"Jazzy please," Cindy said. "Can you please just listen to what he has to say?"

"Why?" she snapped. Cindy didn't respond. She turned her attention to the young woman who was now looking down at her feet. Jazmine's anger melted into confusion. "Why, Cynthia?" Her voice was soft.

She looked around the room and found a sea of guilty faces. Every single person but Huey. "Oh my God," she whispered.

"Jazmine, if you would let me explain -"

"Fuck you," she snapped. "My mother knows something I don't. My mother, Freeman. And you want me to let you explain?"

"Yes," he said simply.

"Well you can go fuck yourself."

She moved to walk past him and he grabbed her arm this time.

"Fuck," he ground out, hissing as she took more of him into her mouth. His grip on her arm was almost painful, but she found she rather liked it. So she took him deeper, watching as his eyes rolled back.

"Your mouth is fucking perfect."

She ripped away from his grasp before making her way towards the stairs. "Move, Riley."

The younger Freeman brother looked over her head before turning his guilty eyes on her.

"I'm sorry Jazzy," he said softly.

Her angered expression melted into sadness. "Riley… you…"

"I know," he said. "And I'm sorry…"

She turned and saw that Cindy stood before the front door, giving her the same sad expression as Riley.

"Cin… you saw me… and you'd still…?"

"Please Jazmine," she begged again. "We had to. Please just listen to him. Please."

She looked at Huey again, who stared at her intently, though she noticed for the first time that he was exhausted. Her mother stepped forward to stand beside him. A lump formed in Jazmine's throat.

"Please honey," she asked. "I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anyone before. I would never keep something like this from you unless I didn't have any other choice. Please hear him out. Hear us out."

She looked at them all again before landing on Huey, tears in her eyes. "Grandad's house," she said finally. "You have ten minutes."

She didn't notice Grandad open his mouth to speak. Or the almost terrified eyes of everyone in the room. She was focused on Huey.

"Fine," he said.

She slipped into some warm shoes before heading across the street with Huey hot on her heels. They were quickly enveloped in the warmth and silence of the Freeman home, which she hadn't seen in far too long.

She was so focused on Huey that she hadn't noticed the careful silence that surrounded them. He wordlessly led her into the den where all of his things were. He shut the door behind them.

She spun around and glared at him, waiting impatiently for her to speak.

"They would have killed you."

Of all the things she expected him to say, that absolutely was not one of them. She recovered quickly from her shock, glaring at him again.

"Who?"

"Those responsible for the murder of some of my family members - my mother and father included."

She didn't say anything immediately. She watched him carefully, looking for any trace of dishonesty. Huey Freeman, it seemed, was many things, but apparently, he wasn't a liar.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she began evenly, "but what does that have to do with me exactly?"

"Do you remember the night of prom?" he asked. How could she possibly forget? The worst dance of her life completely turned around with Huey slow dancing with her in his room and sleeping in bed snuggled together - her in his Chicago shirt and panties and him in nothing but boxers. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"Yes," she said carefully.

"My mother's older brother called me," he said. "Which was enough of a red flag. They needed me to track someone for them. Someone who killed my cousin." She winced at this. "I don't particularly care to get into the specifics right now but this was the result of a decades long feud that needed to end. For good.

"So I left after graduation. I didn't come back. Didn't email or text. Or call for that matter. Anyone."

"So why does everyone seem to know something that I don't. What do they know exactly? And why didn't you deem my mother and little sister worthy of protection from whatever business you had to take care of? Why was I so important?"

He paused for a moment. "Grandad and Riley were the only ones who knew originally. They needed to in order to keep you as safe as possible in the event that something happened. As far as what exactly happened that got Sarah and Cindy involved, you'll have to ask Grandad and Riley. But from what I understand, it was the result of an argument.

"They came to Chicago to tell me what updates they had and to check on my status," he said. "They had additional security added to your home and, if you remember, Riley taught you how to take care of yourself some time ago…" Jazmine hadn't noticed that her last question went unanswered.

Her eyes widened as she recalled the day Riley stormed into her room, forced her to get dressed, and made her go to Huey's dojo. It killed her at first. But Riley made her focus all of her energy on fighting.

She thought he'd only did it to help pull her out from under.

"I wasn't home for a long time, Huey," she said. "I left three years after you did." He responded with silence. "But you knew that… How?" More silence. "Freeman." His eye twitched.

"Your family and mine," he said simply. "They always tried to keep up with you. Visit some of the places you were."

"So those visits weren't because they missed me or actually gave a fuck what I was doing exactly. But to make sure no one killed me."

"You know the answer to that Jazmine. You're mad at me. Don't be obtuse."

She reigned in her anger. He wasn't wrong. In what he was saying, in keeping tabs on her, and in sending her family and his after her. He wanted to keep her safe. Okay.

Except it still wasn't okay.

"Why did you sleep with me if you knew you were leaving?" Though his eyes remained neutral, she saw the tint in his skin.

"Because the chances of me ever having the opportunity to do it was relatively low."

"Relatively?"

"16%."

She paused, mouth ajar and eyes squinted as she looked at him. "So that I'm sure I understand you; you're telling me that you had a 16% chance of survival?"

"Yes."

She stared at him for a long while, trying to find a way to say what was running through her mind. Finding quickly that there is no correct way, she let it out.

"I loved you Huey Freeman. I mean, I would do any fucking thing you asked of me. I would lay down and fucking die for you. I loved you so fucking much it made my heart hurt.

"And for a night I had you. For a few hours you made me cum more times than I could remember. I gave you everything. And I fell even further in love with you than I thought was possible.

"And you left. Without a fucking word. With a 16% chance of survival. And if you didn't make it, then what Huey?"

"Loved?"

"Answer me, Freeman."

"I had a contingency plan."

"Okay, and what part of the contingency plan did I get to have you back in my arms? Alive?"

He didn't respond. She exhaled a short, humorless laugh. "You are un-fucking-believable."

"Jazmine, listen," he began, "you're right. You have every right to be mad at me. And if you never want to speak to me again, I understand. But you have to understand that I didn't do anything without a plan. I didn't make any impulsive decisions. I took my time. I did everything I knew how to do in order to make sure that my contingency plan wasn't needed."

She stared at him, her expression giving absolutely nothing away.

"What was the contingency plan?" she asked finally.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching into a bag on the floor and pulling out a large manila envelope with her name - Jazmine Nicole DuBois - written in entirely too familiar handwriting. She took it from him slowly.

"Huey," she looked up at him, "why do you have an envelope with my grandmother's handwriting on it?" He didn't answer her, only stared. "Huey, please answer me." Her eyes began welling with tears.

Finally, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Daddy!"

Jazmine's eyes snapped to the beautiful little girl running towards Huey. His chocolate skin. His ebony hair. And his eyes. Those beautiful eyes. She choked a sob.

"Oh my God," she gasped.

"Jazmine, wait!"

She dropped the envelope and ran as fast as she possibly could, almost knocking Regina Harper over.

"Jazmine, honey, wait!"

But she didn't. She bolted out of their house and across the street. She opened and closed the door so quickly that the occupants jumped.

She didn't stop until she was in her room, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Jazmine!" Sarah.

"Jazzy! What happened?" Cindy.

"Jazz, come on. Come out." Riley.

"Sweetie pie, come on out." Grandad. "Imma fuckin kill that damn boy."

She ignored them, grabbing her computer and her headphones. She turned it all the way up.

Fate - H.E.R.

Her - Elhae

Karma - Queen Naija

Wading - Jhene Aiko

The Worst - Jhene Aiko

Beautiful Ruins - Jhene Aiko

Only One - Tammy Rivera

She choked a sob, heartbreak falling from her lips. She curled up and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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