Wrong Number: Enough 'Love' 03
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Songs for this chapter:
["Enough is Enough" by Stacy Barthe]
["Love Don't Live Here Anymore" by Rose Royce]
["I Hate You So Much Right Now" by Kelis]
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["Enough is Enough" by Stacy Barthe]
After two days of blood and neurology testing, the hospital released Regina. Including anti-depressants, Gina refused to see a psychiatrist; saying that she just wanted to go home. But remembering she held her home with Quentin, that option was checked off the list quickly.
Being there for his friend, Denzel naturally told her to come live with him.
As Regina slept off the stressful days; Tamera, Chloe and Denzel regrouped in the kitchen. No one said a word as they thought on what their best friend just experienced. To be engaged one moment then heartbroken the next, wasn't something they envisioned for her. Denzel sighed as he lit up a cigarette, tossing down the lighter on the table.
"That bastard" he huffed, "Honeycomb deserves so much better" he said, sighing out smoke from his nose.
Chloe shook her head before finishing her glass of dark brown liquor, "None of us could've predicated this." She mumbled as she refilled her glass.
Tamera's eyes shot up at Chloe, glaring at her. "That's a damn lie; for 5 years we all knew Quentin was nothing but a fucking cheater. Even Andre, his own best man said he was a snake and Gina deserves better!" she snapped, slamming her hand on the table.
"If you don't get yourself together and stop slamming on my goddamn table before you wake that girl up, I'm gonna snatch that weave I sewed in!" Denzel fussed, glancing back at the room Regina was sleeping in before turning back; glaring heavily at Tamera.
"Now I know you love honeycomb. Shit! We all do, but we gotta be clear minded on this and share equal blame." He demanded, staring down at both women; never breaking contact as he flicked away the ashes of his cigarette. "We refused to tell her because we thought the son of a bitch changed for her, but shit happens….now we gotta get her back on her feet. Then we whoop Quentin's ass" Denzel stated before taking a gulp of his mixed drink.
"I'm with you there" Chloe agreed, lightly tracing the rim of her half finished glass. "I'm just confused on the letter, I mean who delivered it? I didn't see Quentin at all when I was checking the on the guests." She questioned.
Denzel snorted, setting his glass down "That's easy, it was Dre. He came in all nervous and shit. Hell, I would be too if I was giving some bad news to a bride on her wedding day." he said finishing his drink, "But the real question is….who the fuck gave him the letter? Because if Quentin wasn't there, then Dre could've gotten it at the bachelor party or when we were at the church getting ready."
All eyes glanced around the table, smoke drifting to the breeze of the light wind coming in from the window. At the look in each other's eyes, they came to an understanding.
"Speaking on the shit, where is the letter?" Tamera asked, glancing at both Denzel and Chloe.
Staring at the wall, Denzel pulled the letter from his pants pocket; tossing it onto the table; slightly covering his lighter. "I would've burned the shit, but I knew Gina might want to read the full thing sooner or later." He sighed, pulling out another cigarette.
As Tamera read through each line, she felt her pressure build up before she tossed it back to the middle of the table. "That son of a bitch truly is a snake" she scowled, reaching for Denzel's cigarette box; pulling one out before lighting it.
Chloe glanced at the letter on the table before she reached for it; reading the same words her friends were upset about. Taking a deep breath as she read the last line, Chloe held her head in her hand; massaging her through her dark brown hair hoping to ease the forming headache.
"He's dead wrong for that." She said leaning back in her chair.
"Told you" Denzel sighed, flicking his ashes in an extra empty glass; passing it to Tamera who did the same. "All that letter basically says is I'm leaving you for someone else and I'm too fucking scared to say to your face like a man." He stated sassily, blowing a heavy cloud of smoke from his lips.
Tamera shook her head, taking another drag of her cigarette. "We gotta do something…..anything" she whispered,
"Y'all ain't gotta do anything."
Jumping at the sudden familiar voice croaking in the darkness, the three eased back into their seats; seeing Regina sleepily come through the doorway.
Slipping the cigarette from Tamera's fingers, Regina deeply inhaled the tobacco stick. "Thank you" she smirked, leaning onto the rectangular table in between her and Denzel.
Sighing as she shook her head, Regina glanced around the table at her friends before landing her hazel brown eyes onto a letter in the middle of the table. With a deep breath, she passed the cigarette back to Tamera before grabbing the letter and the lighter underneath it.
Leaving the letter folded as it came, Regina slowly made her way to the sink. With a flick of her thumb, the flame sprouted up; dancing in the light breeze. Placing a corner of the paper into the flame, Gina stared into the starting fire licking upward to her fingertips. As the fire hungrily reached into the middle, she dropped it into the sink; letting the heartbreaking letter and its message burn away to ashes.
"Enough is enough" she spoke, still staring into the hypnotizing flames.
Declaring it as a release or making a wish into the burning page, Denzel, Tamera and Chloe silently watched their friend casually walk back into the guest bedroom.
Turning back to the smoke rushing up from the sink, Denzel quickly glanced back at the doorway Gina walked into.
"Um, I know enough is enough Ms. Thang. But don't go burning my house down, shit!" he jokingly said, getting up to turn the faucet on.
Snickering in the dim light of the room, Regina graced a small smirk on her lips as she watched Denzel fan the smoke through the window. She knew she would smile again, now it was just getting her heart to do the same.
It would take time, but for right now; a small chuckle was enough.
Pulling the blankets tightly around her, Regina silently stared at the dark curtains. Seeing the sun attempt to peek through, she knew it had to be another day; but she could care less about what the day or the hour was. All she felt at the moment was emptiness.
Regretfully sitting up, she felt her body ache all over as she placed her legs over the edge of the bed; hesitating to take that first step into reality. Knowing that if she touched the carpet, she would have to face the world and her life the moment she left it.
Debating whether or not to leave the sanctuary of Denzel's guest room, Regina heard the door open. Glancing up, she saw Chloe creep in.
"Hey cous." She softly spoke, entering the room to sit next to Gina. "You want something to eat? ...Denzel cooked your favorite."
Biting the inside of her lip, Regina glared at the dark curtains again before looking down at the clothes she was wearing. Briefly closing her eyes, Gina shook her head. She wasn't hungry, she just felt….empty. Sliding her tongue over the front of her teeth, she knew she had to do something. It's been two weeks since she was released from the hospital, the pills they prescribed her sat on the nightstand; the full amount still inside the bottle.
Feeling her emptiness form into anger, Regina gritted her teeth; knowing she had to get out of house soon before she went crazy.
"Gina….what's wrong?" Chloe asked, hesitantly
"Nothing, I just need to get ready" she stated, walking to the closet.
Sliding the hangers draped with the few clothes she's left at Denzel's, Regina grabbed a pair of black pants and a white button down shirt.
Confused, Chloe watched her cousin gather the clothes in her arms. "Get ready for what?"
"For work" Regina shrugged.
Regina
["Love Don't Live Here Anymore" by Rose Royce]
"Good morning" I said entering into the office,
Hearing the silent sound of my heels clicking onto the tile rang out as I made my way to my desk. Rolling my eyes at the stares and whispers, I sighed when I saw my dark cherry-wood desk growing near.
Just as I sat my purse onto the dark wood, I felt a hand flop onto my shoulder. "Glad to have you back Regina"
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw it was Mr. Venice; Quentin's father and owner of the building. Allowing a small fake smile come to my lips, I slightly nodded. "It's good to be back sir." I said sweetly,
"Before you get settled in, come to my office" he stated, walking away.
Rolling my eyes as I placed my purse strap back onto my shoulder; I reluctantly followed my boss.
Sliding his hand over the thin grey hairs on his head, I noticed Mr. Venice looked distant as he gathered some paperwork in his hands before placing them to the side. "Have a seat, Ms. Williams"
Pouting my lips, I could tell this wasn't going to be good news. "No thank you sir, I'll stand" I declared, "What was it you wanted to talk about?"
Leaning back onto his black desk chair, Mr. Venice sighed before rubbing his green eyes. "I've had a meeting with the board and it was decided that…we have to let you go"
"Excuse me?" I asked, slightly raising my voice.
"You took some time off that wasn't cleared through and…"
"That's bull Mr. Venice, I was cleared for my vacation and if you look at the several hours I've put in. You'd see that I still have plenty of vacation time" I snapped, folding my arms under my chest.
Biting the inner part of my cheek, I waited on his reply. Slightly shaking my head, I knew the real reason why he was firing me.
"It's about Quentin isn't it" I stated,
"Ms. Williams, you aren't an employee of this establishment any longer. Now leave the premises before I call security" James threatened as he stood to his feet.
By the looks of his wrinkled white skin growing red, I could tell my comment had gotten under his skin. This was bullshit, he was firing me because his son broke it off with me!
"You're serious James?" I angrily questioned, using his first name to piss him off more.
Before he could retort to my question, a loud obnoxious laugh rang out past the door. Quickly turning my head to see through the opened door, my breath hitched in my throat at what I saw.
"Motherfucker" I hissed, seeing Quentin with his arms wrapped around another bitch!
"As you can see, you've been replaced" James sneered, fully opening the door.
["I Hate You So Much Right Now" by Kelis]
Hardening her eyes at the scene before her, Regina narrowed her eyes when Quentin's caught hers.
"Oh shit, Gina" he mumbled, pulling away from the woman in a fiery tight red thigh length dress.
Seeing who was in his arms brought a shocked look onto the olive skin woman's face.
Andrea.
"You punk son of a bitch!" Regina shouted, not caring about the stares from her ex coworkers. "You left me for fucking Andrea?! Your best man's sister!"
Refusing to answer her, Quentin glanced behind Regina; signaling his father to cut in at anytime.
"And what's your point bitch" Andrea remarked, standing in front of Quentin.
Grabbing her arm, Quentin attempted to pull back the ebony brown skin woman; knowing what Gina was capable of. Snatching her arm back, Andrea smacked her teeth as she shoved Quentin back. "What the hell are you doing? She's trespassing on our property." She screeched before turning back to Regina.
"Can't you see, he's got a real woman now" Andrea smirked, wrapping Quentin's hands to the bottom of her short skirt.
Regina saw that it was only lust, but it still hurt that the man she loved was making a mockery out of their relationship.
"Leave bitch." Andrea spat, folding her arms as she stood strongly in front of Quentin.
Raising her eyebrows at Andrea's boldness, or stupidity; Regina nodded before she quickly flipped off her heels, tossing them over her shoulders. "I got yo bitch!"
At the sound of screams coming near their boss's office, employees flooded the hallway; some recording the scene. Running passed Quentin, Andrea ran to the other side of the secretary desk as Regina stood across from her; the desk being the only thing blocking her.
"Regina," Quentin called out, attempting to hold her away from Andrea.
Gripping her arms, for the first time Quentin saw the anger and hurt in Regina's eyes.
"Get the fuck off me you dick-less bastard!" Gina shouted, kneeing Quentin in the groin.
Andrea slowly backed away to the wall, furthering herself from the angry woman. Turning her attention back to the retreating female, Regina felt her top lip rise in disgust
"Pathetic, you think you're a real woman but you're just a hoe who found a pimp with much more money. But you think you bad? I'll show you bad" Regina threatened,
Furiously gripping the edge of the heavy desk, Andrea fearfully screamed as Regina flipped it over; hoping to smother the man stealer underneath it. Hastily jumping back, Andrea furthered herself into a corner. Glancing back and forth between her options, Andrea gasped in fear before sighing at security restraining Regina.
Pulling the boiling pot off the stove, Chloe jumped nearly dropping the soft pasta onto the carpeted floor at the sound of the door slamming.
Seeing the look on Gina's face, she rethought on saying anything for the moment; sensing something had happened at work. Quickly setting down the pot on the unlit eye of the stove, the caramel young woman grabbed her phone from her pocket; she needed reinforcements for this.
"That bastard"
Nodding her head, agreeing with Denzel's comment; Regina sighed before gulping down the chilled whiskey. "Yup, he got his daddy to fire me. Hoping he could get me out before I saw them" she sneered, remembering the heart wrenching moment
"So wait, he brought that bitch to the office?" Tamera questioned, still baffled by the story her friend just told her.
"Fuck that part," Denzel chuckled, cutting in "I wanna hear the part about the look on that bitch's face when you flipped that desk" he cackled loudly.
Shaking her head as she chuckled at the memory, Regina still couldn't believe she managed to flip that desk over. "I wanted to smother the bitch with it" she admitted, dragging a puff from the rolled up blunt.
Tamera and Chloe couldn't help but laugh along with Denzel at Regina's triumph at work, unconcerned on the fact of losing her job; it was going to happen sooner or later since Quentin was the son of the boss.
"Well I'm proud of my honeycomb" Denzel snickered, accepting the offered weed from Regina. "That bitch learned…ta-day!" he declared loudly before bursting into laughter.
Placing her head on her arms, Regina laughed in the hidden darkness of her arms. Hearing the sound of her friends' laughter made her feel better about things, as bad as they were; the laughter made everything better.
"Well, since that's out of the way. I gotta go see about getting another job" Gina sighed, slowly standing to her feet. "Damn, I still gotta get my clothes from the asshole's house." She stated, remembering her limited supply of clothes in the closet.
"Don't worry yourself on that hun," Tamera softly said, patting her hand "You get some sleep" she gestured, nodding her head to the guest room.
Smiling highly at her friend, Regina tightly held her friend's accepting hand; reinforcing her faith in her friends. "Alright, thanks y'all" she said, walking to the room.
Hearing the door close, Tamera snuffed out the blunt before turning to shush Denzel. "Before you say anything, you can roll up another one when we get back." she snapped, glancing between Chloe and Denzel "We got work to do, come on"
Grabbing the pair by the arm, Tamera quietly lead them out the door before Regina knew they were gone.