I appreciate the suggestions & positive feedback for the first chapter.

P.S... there will be strong language in this chapter. Hope I don't offend anyone.

Enjoy sweeties.

`xo..

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or ideas from The Boondocks.

Chapter 2: Shaky Beginnings.

Bright and early the next morning, the young woman stretched her stiff limbs, lunging forward with her arms touching the tip of her neon-red & black Air Max 90 running shoes. After a series of stretches and lunges, she walked over to the bar of her small and quaint kitchen. Grabbing a small bottle of Fiji water, she took a large gulp, swallowing down the refreshing brand-named water and cooling her vocal chords. She took the small bottle along with her as she passed down her small foyer/hallway that led to her living area. Shortly along the way she passed her large gold, circular hammered mirror hanging above a cherry oak hallway table.

She stopped to glance at her reflection, her bruises had healed quite nicely, almost all traces of discoloration was gone, except for a small spot on her chest underneath her sports bra. A lingering blueish spot against her tan skin.. "no matter," she sighed "I can easily cover that with some MAC foundation.." Suddenly she felt an overwhelming sense of anxiousness.

As if someone were watching her..

Her heartbeat, moving more rapidly through her chest as the traumatic scenes played back in her head. Her inner demons were getting the best of her again, she was almost sure she had overcome this. Her breathes were short and raspy, she clutched her head trying to stop it from spinning out of control. As she took a step forward, panic set in.. the ground was moving as well.. she felt like a goddamn hamster stuck on a wheel. Stumbling into the table, trying to steady herself.. she laid both hands flat against the smooth surface, raising her head slowly, eyes clenched in fear of what she might see in the reflection of the mirror. Her breathing became dangerously more slow, (at least how it might've felt to her..) and shallow. Her head whipped up, glaring at her own reflection.

"Another panic attack? Just great. Fucking great. Now all I need is to fall over in my own apartment."

THUD.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The young woman struggled to pull herself up, leaning against the wall, she gathered all the strength she could muster.

"Dammit.. I CAN beat this. I've done it before.."

Staggering across her living room using couches and end tables to mobilize herself, she made it to and down the end of her second hallway that held her two small bedrooms, one being the master. She made a daring leap to the door without falling "Thank God.." Throwing herself against the pale pink lace wall of her bedroom, she slammed the door shut & locked it instinctively. Taking three large, but solid footsteps without holding onto any objects, she collapsed onto her soft 400-count, cream-colored egyptian cotton sheets. Her head hitting the plush pillows as she settled her weary body in for rest, the cool covers soothed her hot, flustered skin.

"You know, you only make things more difficult when you try to hide from me.."

SMACK.

"Useless bitch.."

She flinched as the deep distorted voice faded from her thoughts, relaxing into the pillow she sighed in relief and shut her eyes.

Huey took a sip of his green tea as he glanced over his newspaper, two loud knocks echoed through the loft, unfazed Huey simply yelled, "IT'S OPEN RILEY!" his glance never leaving the paper. A tall young man dressed in a white YSL crew necked plain fitted tee, black Levi's, and white & gray Nike Air Diamond Turfs. A gold watch on his wrist followed by a black shamballa bracelet, A large black diamond studs in each ear, trademark smirk, and a hefty amount of tattoos across his lean, but well built body.

"Morning to you too nigga." he chuckled, making his entrance into the kitchen sitting atop one of the counter tops and snatching up the juiciest Granny Smith apple he could find in Huey's large wooden fruit bowl. Rubbing it against his crisp, white designer tee, he took a large bite. Huey didn't even look in his younger brother's direction before asking "What do you want this time Riley?" The younger Freeman brother swallowed his bite of the apple down, sucked his teeth in annoyance, "Man.. just goes to show, can't be nice to anyone nowadays without them thinking you want something.. Can a nigga visit his older bruh? Family bonding is important Huey." he mused, sounding serious. His head still hidden by the newspaper, "You always drop by unannounced, unusually polite, (well as polite as Riley can get..) & in my way" He raised his head from the paper to narrow his eyes at Riley, who only narrowed his in response. A small staring match was set off between the two before Huey shrugged and went back to reading, as Riley smirked and sniffed "I win again, gay ass nigga.."

"Heard from Jaz?" Riley returned his focus to the apple, taking another carnivorous bite. Huey sighed, closing his paper and rubbing his forehead in a irate manner. "Couple months.. I guess," Riley only scoffed and continued devouring the apple. "What Riley?" Huey looked up as Riley hopped down from the counter to throw his apple core in the trash. Pausing thoughtfully before shrugging, "Nothing man.. Aye fore' I forget.. can I borrow your Canon Rebel?" Huey shook his head as he rose from the table, "Yeah man, I'll get it.." Making his way towards his office desk in the large living room, he grabbed the SLR camera from his desk and returned to the kitchen. He looked around, only to find Riley's upper torso inside of his fridge, "Yo.." Huey called out. Riley poked his head out from behind the refrigerator door, "Aye thanks man.." he scooped up the camera and put it inside of a small professional carrying case he'd brought with him.

"Whatever, just make sure you delete your skin flicks from my camera." Riley rolled his eyes. "Nigga this for work." Riley had become a professional photographer, shooting for popular blog sites & urban clothing lines.. some of his work had even been featured in a national spreadsheet alongside other notable young photographers.. he still tagged up neighborhoods, freeway underpasses, buildings in his spare time, just for the hell of it. "That ain't a half bad idea though.." Riley replied cheekily, a sly grin covering his handsome face. Huey scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter.

Riley walked back to the door frame of the kitchen, to the connecting hallway where the front door was, looking back he raised one eyebrow slightly, "Seriously man.. you should talk to Jaz, I mean she wants to hear from you.." Inwardly, Huey was a bit shocked.. "since when did Riley give a damn about my past relationships.." He raised his head with a look of stone. "Again. I'll handle it.. on my OWN." Riley rolled his eyes, grabbing his keys from his pocket, and left out throwing up his customary "deuces". After finishing his green tea, and folding the paper Huey glanced at the clock above his stove, "9:45 a.m.. best be making my way to work" he thought. He grabbed his Nike fitness bag, a North Face pullover from his coat closet and left out the door.

Hope you enjoyed, not much action here.

Huey & our mystery girl will meet in the next chapter.. which I can hopefully upload Monday.

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