Hello everyone, Nine here again. Finally up with this second chapter. That is... if I must say myself, pretty juicy. It took me forever to write this, as I kept revising it several times, but bare with me as we continue this crazy ride I call my story.

Sidenote: This story switches POVs several times, as I introduce the story from some of the other character's side. And as well introduce the OC.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks.

Cassandra's POV

"Cassandra! Frenchie!" My manager called from across the bar. I looked up from where I was sitting at the other end with a book in my lap. The DJ was in the background getting his set together all the while, Frenchie was hurriedly making sure table reservations were ready. No more than a minute after being called, she was by my side.

"Cassie.. Whatchu reading fer, huh?" Frenchie teased, her thick Tennessee accent pouring through. She stared at me with her big sea blue eyes and cocked her head as her blonde high ponytail moved with her.

"I have to study... I told you I wanted the weekend off." I stated shrugging. 'Not like anyone actually listens to me anyways.' I frowned heavily.

Frenchie cracked a big gap toothed smile. Aside from that she was a pretty girl. About 5'5, fair skin. Long luscious blonde locks and a killer chest with a white girl yoga booty.

"All that seriousness is gon' age ya. I'm tellin' ya Cass. You're too pretty." She pinched my cheeks for emphasis.

I guess I could be considered alright. I had smooth caramel skin, which was to thank from my mom. My hair, that finally grew out from a horrendous bob trim job, was long brown and wavy. My breasts weren't as full as Frenchie's but it got the job done. And thanks to an extreme dance schedule, my waist was tiny and hips round along with a to-die-for ass. A tattoo adored my right thigh of a dream catcher in remembrance of my mom. Hazel eyes and full lips completed me. Okay...so I guess I was okay.

I shrugged at her. She only shook her head and walked over to our manager. Their conversation was brief and I noticed Frenchie kept looking over in my direction. She giggled and smiled. I tended to be suspicious of people often, and nine times out of ten I was right to be.

"Soooo…" Frenchie started once she was back at my side, putting her hands behind her back rocking on her heels. I raised an eyebrow to question her. "…Boss wants you to cage dance tonight." My jaw nearly disconnected from my body.

"Oh hell no!" I shot up off the stool I sat on and began marching to get my coat. Unfortunately, Frenchie grabbed my arm. I whipped around to look at her, only to see her pouting and batting those long lashes of hers.

Now, it wasn't a problem for me to dance, but dancing in clubs was not my forte. First off, I was a hostess in a club, not one of their for-hire dancers. Second, cage dancing in skimpy clothes was not my idea of dancing anyways. But… because it was Frenchie, and she had a way of convincing me to literally do almost anything, I was going to do it.

"Fine. Fine, okay? Do you have an outfit?" She squealed loudly as she dragged me to the back to change and prep my make-up. The club was opening up in 15 minutes anyways.

Huey's POV

I had to say, Riley picked one hell of a club. It was packed to the brim with as I suspected; scantily clad women and wanna-be poser thugs. We sat in the large VIP section reserved just for Riley and his, ahem, entourage. I sat away from everyone on one of the plush white couches, wishing for once I had of stayed home. My eyes trailed over in the direction of Riley, Caesar and two girls they had plucked out of the sea of people already here. They had popped open a bottle of some expensive foreign liquor that I know we were gonna get the bill for later. And by we, I mean me. The DJ was starting the night off with the top 40 hits. Neon and strobe lights flashed everywhere. I never felt so out of place.

I leaned my head back the same way I had done in my house hours ago and closed my eyes, tuning out the surrounding noise. My thoughts trailed off to my homework for school when I suddenly felt a firm ass plopped in my lap.

"What it do, nigga!" My head shot up immediately and eyed the culprit responsible, almost to my shock jumping up completely from the seat. Sat in my lap was a voluptuous, firm body I might add, white girl. Yes I said it, white girl. Whom had the firm audacity to call me a nigga with a glossy lipped smile. She had on an all-white snug fitting dress, with one shoulder out. And white stilettos to match. Her long blonde locks were pulled to the side in a long braid, and I swear she had on so much mascara, if she cried she looked like she would have war paint on.

As if I responded, she went on, leaning more into me. "I saw you over here looking all lonely and shit. Looking all good n' shit, a girl had to come over and say wassup." I almost wanted to strangle this girl. An urge that with each pop of her lips, and enunciation of ebonics, became stronger. Was this shit supposed to be attractive?

"I'm sorry," I started cocking my head to the side, furrowing my brows up at her. "But why the hell are you talking like this?"

She sucked her teeth loudly and hopped up off my lap, placing her hands on her curvy but narrow hips.

"The fuck you mean nigga? This is me! Cindy Motha-fuckin' McPhearson! This is who the fuck I am!" She eyed me angrily and all I could do was close my eyes and shake my head. It was one thing to want to pretend to be "black", whatever that culture maybe. But to act as if it has always been you, always been bred in your nature to be that way. No.

"Lame ass, nigga! Your brother's finer anyways!" She stormed off and I watched as she shoved some female already sat in my brother's lap off and plopped down victoriously. Riley shot me a confused glanced, but that was completely wiped away when a 'twerk' song came on and the vibrant white girl began to grind feverously in his lap.

An hour passed and it was much of the same thing. Many girls made their way into the VIP area, all attempting to talk to me or make their presence known to me. It began to become apparent to them that I was neither interested nor impressed by any of them and soon the attention dispersed, much to my relief.

I picked up what would be my sixth drink that night, and I swear I could feel it. The edge of my vision began to become hazy and the music started to sound like a distant buzzing. I looked to where my counterparts were sitting but they all had gone off somewhere. Probably to go dance. I figured I should get up and leave, but just as soon as I stood, was as soon as my legs sat me back down.

"Easy there, handsome." A giggly voice spoke and I turned my head slightly in the direction of it. My vision meshed with bright blue eyes and a cascading blonde ponytail and a gapped tooth smile.

"Oooh, yer that ghetto biiiitch." I slurred, pointed a finger at her. For some reason my hand felt heavier than normal. I watched as her pretty smile instantly turned into a frown and I felt a twinge of guilt. My eyes focused more and I noticed this woman before me wasn't the same rude one from before. "Shiiit, I'm sorry."

"Hm. Its fine, I guess." She said suddenly shying away from me. She began to pick up empty glasses and bottles as she went to move away but I grabbed her hand and sat her down next to me.

"Please, really... I'm sorry. I... mistook you for someone else." I said as I let go of her hand, not wanting to make the situation anymore awkward than it already was. She gave me a small smile and batted those long eyelashes that surrounded her pretty blue eyes. As I took in more of her features, I noticed she was actually was a pretty gorgeous woman. For a white woman. Full features, and a pretty gapped tooth smile I'm surprised she didn't get fixed. My eyes drawled on her breast for a second but I snapped myself out of it. Not tonight, Freeman. Not tonight.

"Aww, I thought fer a second there ya hated me!" She joked, smacking my knee. I gave her a half smile, and noticed her thick country accent. Well, even with my drunken state, conversation wouldn't hurt would it?

We talked for about twenty minutes, which I was surprised. She actually had a lot to say. A pretty face and a brain. I was surprised. Especially to find in a place like this. But she told me this job was only for paying back her student loans. I also found out she was 26 years old. Didn't really matter much to me.

Suddenly, the lights dropped low and cages were lowered from the ceiling. The hell kind of establishment was this? I swear, if any BDSM crap went down, I would kill Riley for bringing me to a place like this.

"Uh-oh. It's tiiiime." The blonde beauty next to me chirped as she eyed me, amusement all written across her face. I went to question her, but was soon caught off by the sound of the DJs voice.

"Yo-yo! What's up Lotus?" Almost deafening sound of applause erupted. "Haha, yea-uh! Ya'll know what time it is! And if you don't, well let me introduce ya'll to the Lotus Bombs!" Lights flashed towards the cages, and inside each of the 2 cages were scantily clad woman. Around their platform boots were petals as well as around their arm. Glitter was spread all across their bodies. But one of the women in particular caught my eye. Even under the florescent lighting she was simply gorgeous.

Some fast music started playing and the women shook, gyrating and grinded the best way they could in the space the cage provided. My eyes couldn't move off of the brunette beauty with her wavy hair and glitter soaked mocha skin. She moved with a grace I couldn't ever imagine anyone dancing to, to such provocative music. It was hypnotizing and enticing all in the same motion. I could hear the blonde next to me gabbing on, loudly over-top of the music, but I really couldn't make out what I was being said. My attention was focused hard on the girl in the cage.

"Hey! HAY!" She said nudging me hard, I shook my head to regain my concentration but I was instantly snapped out of it when I heard my brother's voice.

"HUEY! NIGGA YOU DEAF?!" I snapped my head up to him, a faraway look plastered on my face and he only snickered. "Nigga must've got high or something while we were gone." I shrugged it off. I guess you could call what I felt just then that. But I wasn't entirely sure.

"Anyways… we 'bout ta go get a hotel room. Y'know for da bitches!" I glanced behind Riley and noticed at least 20 girls hovering about with eager looks on their faces, among them was the ghetto girl… Cindy, I believe her name was.

"Right, whatever. Make the drunk guy drive." I said and rose to my feet. I looked back down at the blonde girl still sat on the couch. Her eyes wide and staring at me with pure curiosity. I leaned down to her, close to her ear. "I never caught your name."

A smile crept across her face, and she turned nearest my own ear, speaking loud and clear. "Frenchie." I nodded and left it at that. I didn't really have the gumption to take it any farther than just a conversation. Maybe a conversation over coffee one day, or even at an old country kitchen. But Frenchie was gonna remain a friend, and friend she would be.

"Huey. Huey Freeman."

Riley's POV

The night was going much better than I had planned. I wound up getting eight bitches numbers, especially fine ass Cindy's. And now we were headed towards a hotel to finish the night with a big ass bang!

I sat in the backseat of Huey's Camaro. Sandwiched between Cindy and another girl named Deidra. Both were kissing up on me, and I had both hands full of ass. Life couldn't get any sweeter.

"Look at this coon ass nigga!" Caesar noted, looking at me through the car's vanity mirror. He shook his head and scowled up his face. I cracked a huge grin. Caesar was just a hater who got no bitches and hated on niggas who got bitches. He shook his head and said something I couldn't quite hear to Huey. Huey nodded in agreement and once we were at a red light, he looked back at me.

"I'm not taking these…" His eyes narrowed as she looked from Cindy to Deidra, "…Chicks home."

"Why the fuck not?" Cindy spoke up this time, breaking from her hot and bothered attitude. Huey shot her a look I had seen time and time before growing up, and it never meant anything good. So to keep from drama popping off, I took sides with Cindy.

"Yeah Huey. Stop being such a hater, my nig." I said once I pulled Cindy closer to me. Huey went to speak but a loud obnoxious horn sounding behind us let us know that the light had been green for at least awhile now. Huey turned back around and peeled off from the light.

Moments later we arrived at a Four Seasons in DC and Caesar paid for the 2 rooms. I took the biggest room and headed in with my two conquests for the night. I watched as Caesar and Huey took off for the second room quickly, and went into my own. Flicking in the lights, I marveled at the sight. It was a pretty decent sized room with a fireplace, large king size bed. Jacuzzi tub, separate living room area. Large 54 inch flat screen TV, a bar, a kitchen. The works. A nigga could get used to this.

I bit my lower lip as I eyed the two ladies who were just as amazed at the room as I was.

"Aye yo, Cindy. Why don't you cut some music on?" She turned to me and nodded quickly before heading towards the stereo system and flipping on the XM satellite radio. She cranked up the heavy rap, and began to dance a little. I looked and noticed the girl Deidra looking a bit nervous as she twirled strands of her wavy weave around her finger.

Out of the two girls, Deidra was more of the one I was looking to hook up with. She had a body that just wouldn't quit. On its own, anyways. A teeny tiny waist, and a big large ghetto booty.

"I 'dot you said there wuz gonna be more people." But a gutter mouth. I frowned. A few more drinks in her and I knew she'd shut up eventually.

"Nah baby. It's just me, you and Pippy Long stockings over there." I cracked snickering, lucky that crazy white girl hadn't heard me. I moved closer to her as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her backside firmly to my front. Her body tensed against me but soon relaxed once I rubbed up on her legs. I felt myself stiffen in my pants and shoved my hand up her dress. Which to my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. I silently thanked God for that. I slid a finger up to stroke her womanhood, my finger sliding against the sweet honey below.

"Mm, you're hella wet already…wanna go the bedr-.." Before I could finish whispering in her ear I was rudely cut off.

"YO RILEY WE OUT OF…" Cindy stood in front of us, eyeing each one of us suspiciously. "..Oh, my bad..." She went to walk away but I shook my head at her.

"Why don't you… join us?" I said slyly. I noticed her head cocked to the side as she contemplated my offer. She went to shake her head, but Deidra cut her off.

"I gotta go to the bathroom…" She said hurriedly rushing into the large bathroom. I shrugged before eyeing my target. Cindy wasn't as voluptuous, as say Deidra, but damn for a whitey her body was banging. I walked over to her, watching as she nervously adverted her eyes.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to me, as I grabbed a handful of her ass. She yelped in protest, but soon gave into my demand to physical assault her ass with my hand. I slipped a hand under the hem of her dress, quickly pulling it up to expose her flesh. She bit her bottom lip as I continued my handy assault. I eventually slid the entire dress off of her and marveled a bit in her milky skin tone. It was smooth and flawless, amidst a small tattoo adorning her left ribcage of a pistol. Which, I might add, was sexy as hell.

I led her to the bed, laying her down flat on her back, as I worked my ways to get her all the way hot and bothered. It didn't take long, and it did help that while we were in the club she was knocking back patron shots like it was holy water.

I kissed down her stomach, stopping as I reached just above the lacy band of her underwear. I moved to her inner thighs, sucking and biting leaving red passion marks as I moved along, before I sat up abruptly. It had been a while since ghetto booty had gone to the bathroom.

"Stay right hur, shawty. I'm about to go get this girl." I announced I hopped up off the bed heading towards the bathroom. I figured she was one of those girls who suffered from "in-the-club stank pussy" syndrome and just needed to wash up. Which on my part, would be better anyways. Couldn't have any of that messing with my ménage a trois.

I rapped lightly on the door, "You alright in there, shawty?" No answer. That shit was never good. I've seen enough horror and Taraj movies to know what that meant. But like a dumbass, I went on. I opened the door and instantly wish I hadn't. On top of the counter was a shit ton of cocaine, spread messily.

"Shit..." I moved in deeper to the bathroom, and once again wish I hadn't.

"F-Fuck..." Deidra was spread on the ground a small pool of blood by her head. A bit of blood was smeared down the front of the toilet, and it almost looked like she wasn't breathing. "FUCK!"

I stumbled back hard, crashing into the tub taking with me the velvet shower curtain. Cindy flew in moments later, curiosity getting the best of her. Once the scene unfolded before her, she erupted into screams. I had to cover my ears, as I felt an anxiety attack come on. I collected myself up and grabbed Cindy rushing out of the room, slamming her down on the bed.

"NIGGA, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME! AAAH." She continued to scream. I slapped her hard across the face, hard enough that her neck craned to the left and she rolled over curling up in that direction. I stood there staring at my hand as if it were infected. As if it wasn't a part of my body anymore.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." And I picked up the phone.

Huey's POV

You know those dreams where you feel like you're floating? Where you're virtually weightless and just floating through an empty abyss of your subconscious? My damn dreams were never that simple. I had been in a rose garden. One of those most gorgeous ones I had ever seen. The roses all bright red, buds, but still beautiful. I was wandering through, trying to find my way out… when I saw her. The girl from the club. She was beautiful, and she stood naked as the day she was born. The roses painting a perfect picture around her. She was humming soft, a beautiful tune. And as I approached her, closing the distance between her and I, the roses began to bloom. I stood nearly a foot from the brunette beauty, and her sweet humming had turned into giggles. Her long brunette hair had turned into kinky long strawberry curls and her skin no longer mocha, but a crème. And when she turned to face me those damn eyes, those green eyes, burned a hole right through my soul. The flowers around me had turned black and began to lose their beautiful petals. Welting and dying. And mascara flowed down her cheeks, caused by tears falling from her bright eyes. Then it suddenly became silent. And still. The petals frozen from their free falling, even her sobs stopped. And then, suddenly, a loud screech happened as her eyes, once bright green, turned solid black.

I shot up instantly from the bed, a cold sweat formed over my skin. My breathing ragged. The screeching returned but this time it was the sound of my loud ass cellphone. I looked around the dark room, the only sources of light being the flashing of my cellphone. Caesar's heavy snoring sounded in the background. I took a moment to recollect my thoughts, before swinging my legs off of the bed heading towards the annoying sound. I collected the device up, and stared at the screen. 23 missed calls from Riley. I grumbled in annoyance. 'I told his ass I wasn't going to take them home.' I noted the time. It was a little after 4AM.

What the hell could he want? Before I could dial the phone myself, his call came right back in, just as urgently as before.

"What Riley?" I snapped sitting down placing my face in my hand. That dream earlier had my mind tainted. My head was still swimming. Fuck me for drinking so much. Riley's words came out jumbled and rushed, and I could hear a female voice crying hysterically in the background.

"Wait… slow down. What the hell happened?"

It was exactly what Riley said, which surprised me. I expected to come to his room and have him say something along the lines of, 'Killing these hoes with the dick game. Hashtag me, nigga!' But that was not the case.

I sat on the edge of the tub in his bathroom, my face once again in my hands. Riley and that white girl were doing their best to talk over top of each other. Yelling and screaming. But nothing was making any sense. I shook my head before standing up.

"Both of you…SHUT THE FUCK UP." They stopped immediately. Walking over to the girl on the ground, I leaned over her carefully. I noticed the residue of a drug beneath her nose, and dried blood on the side of her face. I squatted down to touch her.

"Nigga stop! That's leaving evidence." Riley yelled. I stared at him, a look of pure disbelief on my face as I turned back to what I was doing. I touched two fingers to the pulse on her neck and closed my eyes in relief once I felt one. A faint one but there was one.

"Call an ambulance."

"But she's DEAD. We gon' go to jail."

"Call a fucking ambulance or she will be dead!" I shouted firmly. The one time I expected Riley to act mature and be able to handle a situation delicately, he doesn't.

We arrived to the hospital about 30 minutes later. Given DC's late night, after party, traffic. The police arrived moments later and wound up taking Riley and that Cindy girl to another room to question them. I was left alone in the waiting room, the only sound being the beeping of various medical equipment, the nurses' station and a coughing woman. I leaned my head against the wall sat behind my chair and closed my eyes. My head fucking hurt and my thoughts were all over the place. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be working on my boring ass homework. I didn't want to be dealing with this unnecessary drama. I wanted to sleep.

I felt myself drifting off as I sat with my arms crossed and my eyes closed. Might as well. I heard faint footsteps in the distance, the clicking of heels. The mumbling of voices. I kept my eyes closed as I heard them closing in. Bits and pieces I could pick up.

"Slight concussion," and "Bruising", but a "she'll be fine." I figured they were just talking about that girl that had me here in the first place at almost five in the morning. But once I opened my eyes, I wish I hadn't. Standing before me was the brunette beauty from before. I rubbed my eyes in pure disbelief, and I'm sure my mouth had fell agape. She had her back to me, and I cursed myself. My mind had to be playing games with me. I was sleepy as hell after all, and nothing else that was happening could be true. But once she turned around and I was face to face with that beautiful face, hazel eyes and mocha skin that I could just drink up, reality hit me.

Her eyes looked tired, and a worried look was plastered across her face as she walked away from the doctor and sat in the waiting room with me. Three seats away, I might add. She was dressed down in sweats, a coffee in one hand and her phone in her other. Her shaped brows furrowed up in pure thought as she scrolled through what I was sure was text messages.

"Hell of a way to spend a Saturday morning, don't you think?" I said aloud, instantly regretting it. She looked up from her phone and over at me a brief second, a small smile crossed her face. But she might as well have not smiled at all, as she was right back into her phone.

Aw, yes, this generation and its technology. Given I drove around in an expensive American sports car, had a modern living space and the latest in Apple mobile technology, didn't mean I didn't know about good old fashion communication. I chose to stay connected to this generation.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I looked away from the girl. She obviously didn't want to talk. I closed my eyes again. This night was gonna be longer than it should be.

I'm sure about an hour passed, because the sun began to creep up over the horizon and peeked into the windows of the hospital's waiting room. I felt like hell, as I was awoken by a woman's cries of sadness for a loved one. Oh yes, I was in a hospital. I looked over and noticed mocha girl had fallen asleep too. I stood up and stretched, I needed coffee or something.

"Oh well, fancy meeting you here handsome." Oh, what a treat.

"Frenchie... was it?" I said when I was met with those bright blue eyes. I noticed a large bandage on the side of her head. "What happened?"

"Oh y'know…" She said smiling as she waved a hand to dismiss it. "Drunken idiots wanting to feel up on me and Cass." Her eyes averted to the sleeping girl behind me, as she smiled more.

"So I could ask you the same…" The enthusiasm in her voice left. "What happened? You didn't have a crash did you? OH GOD! YA DID!" She covered her mouth and began hyperventilating.

I grabbed a hold of her shoulders lightly.

"Calm down, will you. My brother… just had an incident back at his hotel." The look of pure relief on her face was enough to make me want to laugh, but I fought the urge.

"So, this 'Cass'... Wouldn't happen to be a guy would it?" What are you doing, Freeman? A voice kept screaming to me. Wasn't like I planned to take this any further.

"Noooo. Mr. Freeman." Frenchie purred a big grin plastered on her face. "Are you implying you want to get to know me?" No. But maybe your bra size.

I nearly choked once that thought crossed my head. It had been a long time, after Jazmine. And with finals coming out and reports due and this Riley incident, I was more stressed than ever.

"Something like that." I smirked lightly. "I usually date women of color you see…" She crossed her arms and I laughed. "But for you, an exception."

We exchanged numbers and chatted for a bit before Miss Mocha awoke.

"Frenchie… You're okay… And up." She noted. She eyed me for a second before getting up and embracing her friend.

"I guess we should get going then, Huey. I have kept poor Cassie here up all night. G'night handsome."

"Goodnight, Mademoiselle."

I sat in the waiting room another hour before a pressed out Riley came storming in there. His eyes burning with fire. He flopped down in a chair and hung his head between his knees. I watched as he balled his fist up tight and before I knew it, he was up picking a chair up to throw it.

"Woah, woah, woah!" I ran to grab him, slamming him up against the wall.

"Get off me Huey! Get the fuck off me!" He yelled, tears running down his face.

"Tell me what going on... What the hell happened...? What'd they say?"

He stared at me, the tears hot and fresh as they rolled down his cheeks.

"She's DEAD Huey. She fuckin' died." He said, as he snorted loudly, wiping away the snot and tears that ran down her face. I dropped the arm I had holding my brother to the wall. The fuck was happening? Were we in some over drawn out, 90s black urban film. Written to show how, even after we learned our lesson, we were still down and out because we were black youth?

"And they're pressin' fuckin' charges, dawg. A nigga finna go to jail over some fuckin' cocaine! That dumb bitch had it and cuz she fuckin' snorted too much and hit her head.. I'm to fuckin' blame." Riley choked as he pushed me away, turning to punch the wall. "And I fuckin' hit Cindy. The cop saw the bruise on her eye. So without a damn doubt…They think I did it!"

I sat down and stared up at disbelief at my younger brother. Riley did a lot of stupid shit, but kill someone? No. Hurt someone? Outside of me? No. This shit couldn't be real.

"Mr. Freeman..." We both craned our head in the direction of the voice. Standing there was a detective, looking like one straight off of Law & Order. He wore a long dark trench coat, dark slacks and a turtleneck peeked up from the collar of the trench. His smooth brown skin bore wrinkles in the face, and gray was sprinkled all throughout his dark buzzed locks. "Mr. Freeman, I am Detective Lawrence." He spoke to me directly this time. His dark eyes seemed soulless, as if he had done this before. "Yes, well…unfortunately, I come bearing bad news." With that another officer arrived and headed straight for Riley, turning him around to cuff him.

If for the second time in my life, I had ever seen the sadness burn a hole through me with just a glance. This was the time. I stood there in disbelief even more, not being able to move. My legs felt heavier than usual.

"Riley Freeman… You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law… You have the right to an attorney..."

Don't kill me.. But there it is. Trust me, everything that has happened. Has happened for a reason.

The story will explain itself.

- IX