Another chapter?

Why yes ;)

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DISCLAIMER: I Do NOT own any of the characters, ideas, or concept from The Boondocks.

Warning: STRONG LANGUAGE

xo ~

Chapter 6: HIStory.

Oh how strange the human heart thinks.

well, metaphorically speaking...

The same woman he ruthlessly stalked, intimidated & used excessive force with, was once his former lover.

She used to smile at him in such a way. It left his heart and stomach fluttering.. he'd never experienced that kind of love.

Any type of love really.

He always was apprehensive when they were together.. but on the inside, God he adored this woman.

Whenever he made love to her, which was the only time he'd ever let his guard completely down.

She would weep so sweetly, & so would he.

She was like an delicate flower.. His hermosa.

Ramone was a very fucked-up individual, but granted that.. She stuck by him.

He knew he'd take care of this woman.. for however long God granted him time on this Earth.

...His profession was what changed everything.

He worked for this weird cat named Marcellus, not sure if this was the nigga's actual name, but cool whatever. Fuck it.

Marcellus was a savvy underground type-guy. He kept his hustle as low-key as possible. Money laundering. Racketeering. Mob-type connections. Even modern day payola for up and coming artists. He kept a small staff of people.

Ramone being his right hand.

At the time, West was dancing at a studio below Marcellus' office which occupied the top floor of an barely functional brick-styled building. Of course Marcellus was paying the rent & up-keeping of the status of the entire building as well as keeping the studio functioning.

He caught eye of West one night. Dancing alone.

He'd worked long enough. He needed a companion now.

Ramone had a entirely different task from any other he'd ever carried out for his boss.

"Get me the girl from the basement.."

He almost laughed at the assignment, there had to be over 50 women that danced at the sub-floor studio.

He'd have fun with this one..

or so he thought.

One night, the two men attended a small soiree hosted by the two directors of the dance troupe. Ramone was beaming inside, his woman was quiet & seemingly timid.. but she was the most radiant thing that stood in the room. And all eyes that beheld her, knew it as well. He lit his Black & Mild cigar, posted against the concrete wall.. admiring her from afar.

She stood with a wine glass held daintily in her grasp, gracefully adorning a black long-sleeved bodysuit with an plunging neckline from American Apparel, under a burgandy pleated skirt with black sheer stockings & black wedged booties by TOMS.

Her smile was bright, as she laughed in a carefree manner with her colleagues. He couldn't wait to walk over & whisper hotly inside of her ear..

Something that would leave the apples of her cheeks crimson red, & her breathe hitched.

His love for her was at an all-time high.. & moments like this, he wanted to just steal her away from the world & show her how intense his passion for her truly was. Before he could finish his thoughts, Marcellus gestured over to where West & her friends were standing, they both walked towards the brightly lit painting on display they were standing around.

She turned towards them, her smile became subtle and warm. She introduced her colleagues to Marcellus & Ramone before briefly hugging him as the others made small introductory conversation.

Marcellus watched them in mild interest..

It was a friendly hug between the two, but their body language told a different story.

His hand on the small of her back, his lips brushed against her earlobe and across her cheek, a little too close for a platonic relationship.

This would be VERY interesting,

As a test of his loyalty.. Ramone would have to prove the most difficult task, sacrifice.

The offering of this female.. would solidify his place in Marcellus' growing empire.

It wasn't out of petty selfishness.. just semantics.

"Some things we're better without..

a woman like that would only hinder his work..

he'd end up gaining a conscious..

not what the fuck I need.. I need a nigga without scruples..

his head about him.. but basically ruthless & hard as fuck to crack..

the woman is disposable.. she'll become mine..

I'll reward him with the most exotic & lavishly gorgeous women he's ever seen..

But she.. something for me further discover..

Beauty. Intrigue. Potential.

Yeah. she's mine.."

His mind was made.

This decision would change these three young adults lives' forever.

And history was written when Marcellus gently grabbed her hand, and uncharacteristically flashed her a beguiling smile.

"..Pleased to make your acquaintance."

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME RAMONE!"

West shoved him into the counter before backing away & scrambling to her feet.

Ramone who was genuinely shocked at this sudden display of strength, took a second to rub his arm.

"Look.. I know what I did was fucked up but-"

*CRASH*

"Thfuck you throwing glasses at me for?"

*CRASH*

"GO TO HELL!"

*CRASH*

"Would you fucking listen for a second?!" "PUT THE FUCKING VASE DOWN YOU B-"

*CRASH*

"GO. TO. HEL-"

Ramone grabbed her throat before she could pick up another object to discard towards him. He stared at her, his hands bloody with bits of glass stuck in his palm..

"This is why I always have to beat the living shit out of you.

You don't listen.

Look, I'm trynna explain to you the severity of this situation, & also offer MY side of the story."

West glared at him, her pupils dilated, & red. She was enraged, & the moment he let her go.. She'd really show how much "those leg exercises" really had done for her.

"We were inseperable.. shit, at least thats the way I felt in my heart.

I knew I had to make a choice,

& at the time I figured Marcellus, was with the shit.. he really wouldn't just TAKE you as his own..

He didn't care if I convinced you, or forced you.

He just demanded I make this happen.

You were so blind, I tried to give you a warning.. so that you could run. But Yo-"

Before he could finish, West shoved him backwards again.

Damn she got stronger.

"Leave please. Before I call the police."

"West.." He tried to interject.

"LEAVE!" she shouted, her voice almost matching the intensity of his.

Ramone shook his head as he backed away from her, turning to exit the kitchen & her apartment.

Glass crunched under his feet.

He turned his head partially, so that the side of his face shone in the moonlight through the terrace door.

He look solemn, almost sad.

Ramone was pleading with her, something he'd never done. But he wasn't going to end it right there.

There was a message he had to relay still. & it was killing him inside, that even after all his truths & indiscretions he shared with her, he still had to deliver the biggest and possibly final blow to her psyche.

"Marcellus will be here.

I don't know when.

But he has arranged for you two to meet."

West shook her head.. almost at the brink of screaming insanity, by the complexity of these two sick individuals.

God, they really enjoyed this.

Her misery..

"Get the fuck. Out." she managed to utter through clenched teeth.

Ramone's head dropped slightly as he walked from the kitchen, to the hallway, & finally out her front door.

West only sighed as she moved across the kitchen, grabbing a dust pan & a broom.

She quietly sweeped & tidied her cozy apartment, until it was free of the raucous from earlier.

Anyone visiting would never suspect, a near rape & partial melee had occured here..

After gathering her lingerie & negligee for bed, she ran steaming hot water from her stainless steel showerhead.

West climbed into the shower, closing the door behind her.

She dissolved into tears, finally letting all her pent-up frustrations & sorrows out.

It was only an hour ago, her life seem to be starting anew..

She could walk down the street & not have to watch over her shoulder.

She could shop at her favorite boutiques Downtown without any of the employee's or customers whispering about her & who she was affiliated with.

And at the center of her heart, something still existed.

Love..

It was clear to her that any man capable of bringing that feeling, was worthy of her time and interest.

Huey sparked something in her that had laid dormant for quite some time.

...

But like Judgement Day, this was inevitable.. Eventually her torrid love affair would come back to her haunt her.

Two despicable men, who seemed to both be endlessly infatuated with her.

She left without warning, of course.

And after spending enough time with Marcellus, she learned that such actions could lead to very dire consequences.

But staying only meant she was surrendering her life & spirit.

Something West, refused to lose..

It was the only thing she had left.

And now she laid across her soft, plush bed.

In complete silence.

Contemplation of her impending fate.

Which could come any day..

Her mind raced for what seemed like hours, until the glare of the sun reached her eyes.. She had spent the rest of the night in deep thought.

And now her mind was made up..

"Fuck Ramone.

Fuck Marcellus.

My life belongs to ME."

She smiled to herself, satisfied with her decision to throw caution to the wind, & live her life regardlessly of the storm that was heading her way. She was looking forwards, not back.

"Whenever he gets to Woodcrest, I'll be ready."

She snuggled under her covers, finally beginning to rest. Practice wasn't necessary for her that morning, & if they needed her to do some layouts or whatever at work.. it could wait.

Before she could close her eyelids, a lingering thought held her captive.

"Someone's gonna die.."

Her eyebrows knitted together as she sighed heavily..

"I just pray to God, its not me."

Back at Huey's loft, the young introvert was heading down the steps grabbing his everyday essentials.

Cellphone. Wallet. Bank card. Car keys. Pocket knife.

(What?) (sometimes you actually need one handy.. I mean, better to have it & not need it than NOT having it and needing it. But I digress..)

Today Huey wasn't jetting off to work like usual, he had other plans..

Today would be the day he finally he went to the local paper about starting a column.

For some reason this morning, he had a plan, a proposal & he was ready to execute.

Procrastination seemed to be his worst enemy over the past couple years, but all that was set for change on this particular morning.

After checking his email on his iPhone, he reached for the door handle of his front door.

A short knock greeted him.

"It figures Riley would be at my door with some bullshit as soon as I'm on my way out..

Or maybe it's my drunk, hungover ass chump-I mean best-friend.

Whoever it is, I don't have time to entertain them or their problems

I got my own agenda to attend to."

He opened the door, and to his surprise a very familiar face stood before him.

Too shocked to even speak, after a moment he stepped back so that she could walk in..

Her giant curls moved as she took a few steps into the apartment.

"It's great to see you again.."

Her head turned again, admiring the artwork along the walls.

Huey cleared his throat slightly.. "I was about to leave out-"

Without turning her head, she spoke. "I know, I just thought you'd make a little time.. just for me."

His jaw tighten in annoyance. How ironic.

"Something you didn't care to do before you left me huh?" He thought.

"Can we... sit?" she sounded almost hesitant.

Huey closed the door slowly.

Brushed past his ex-girlfriend gently & walked into the living room, dropping his coat & car keys onto the leather sectional couch.

Jazmine stepped forward peeling her leather jacket off, & plopping onto the very end of the sectional.

She looked up to see a very.. tense Huey Freeman standing two feet from her.

"Uh are you gonna-"

"Yeah, yeah.." he cut her off.

With one hand rubbing his neck, he sat down next to Jazmine.. leaning his head back into the sectional and closing his eyelids.

Jazmine, fidgeted carefully with the hem of her sleeve. Not knowing exactly how to begin the conversation..

Huey's eye popped open, he looked over at Jazmine who cocked her head to the side gently.. was that a smile?

"Boy, was she back in her comfort zone..

She hadn't looked at me like that in.. I don't know when."

Huey sat up, turning to her.

Jazmine bit her lip, before looking up.

It was now or never.

"I've missed you.."

Well now you're left to wonder.

Was it Huey or Jazmine that made this grand confession?

Don't be angry at me for involving our male protagonist in a love triangle lol.

I think it equals for a more spicier story.

The Woman of Intrigue vs. The First True Love.

I don't know if anyone still cares about this story.. but McPherson will finally show up in next chapter. And Riley will be back with some interesting bits.

Til then.

xo