"5 Mics: At It Again"

[Sweet Meat aka CC]

A month or so had passed, but Deja and Dru were getting along like one big, happy family. However, they always had their squabbles here and there. But her relationship with Nokio was going great.

It’s a Friday afternoon and everyone is getting ready for a party that’s being held in their honor by their city, Tha’ Spot. It would be Tha’ Spot’s way of thanking them for a job well done on putting D-Pimp and his crew away for good.

“Man, where yo’ girl at?! She know she gotta hook my head up so I can look good for the honeys tonight!” Scola shouted at Nokio as he came walking into the rec room to wait on Deja.

When Jazz and Nokio looked up at him they burst out laughing.

“Oh man! Deja betta' come quick!”, Jazz laughed. “This nigga look like he done stuck his finger in a socket!”

Scola had went ahead and taken his last set of cornrows out. His hair was sticking straight up and out on his head. He resembled a younger and much sexier Don King, which was a good thing, of course.

“Yeah, well at least I don’t look like a milk dud gone bad!”, Scola said laughing back at Jazz.

“Man, what you talkin’ ‘bout…my stuff is silky smoooooooooth.”, Jazz replied while rubbing the top of his head in one slow motion from front to back with his palm.

After his laughter had ceased, Nokio reassured Scola that Deja was on her way over. She had called him right before she left her place to let him know that she was going to stop at the store down the street to pick up a hat and a pair of earrings to go with her outfit for the party.

The fellas had been joking around for about 15 minutes or so when Deja came walking into the rec room quietly singing.

“You had hoochies ev’ryyyyyyyyy…”. She stopped in her tracks, when she took a look at Scola’s head.

“Damn, I see I have my work cut out fo’ me today.”, she said with a blank stare.

“Oh, shut up! Thinkin’ you lookin’ cute juss ‘cuz you got yo’ lil’ cornrows, beads, and isht!”, Scola replied rolling his eyes at her. He admitted to himself that her cornrows were nice though. They were going back on her head in a diagonal pattern and hung down to the middle of her back. But instead of complimenting her, he called her a broke-ass Alicia Keys and proceeded to pull one of her braids before running away from her.

“Ow, nigga! My head is still sore!”, Deja shouted as she took off running after him. He separated himself from her with the pool table.

“I’on know why; you done had ‘em for a whole week!”, he teased.

“So the fuck what, ya punk! You betta keep yo’ hands to yo’self! Don’t get fucked up in here!”, she shouted as she tried reaching across the table to hit him with her shopping bag.

“Man, leave Day alone!”, Nokio said as he went over to hug her.

“Thank you boo-boo!”, she giggled, forgetting all about Scola.

“Oh enough already!”, Jazz shouted as he flopped down in a chair to watch television.

“I know right!”, Scola agreed as he strolled over to the sofa to sit down.

Deja walked past Jazz and gently punched him on the shoulder, saying, “Don’t hate!”

“Whateva!”, Jazz replied as he watched her walking past him. He didn’t know Nokio saw him staring at her in her jeans until he was about to turn back around to look at the television. That’s when he saw Nokio staring him down.

“Yo! That’s me, dawg!”, Nokio warned with laughter pounding himself on the chest with his fist.

“My bad, man!”, Jazz laughed as he threw his hands up in a defensive manner.

After Deja came back from the bathroom with the styling supplies she would need to do Scola’s hair, she sat down next to Nokio on the sofa as he flipped through the latest issue of “Slam”. Scola sat on the floor so she could do his hair.

She had been cornrowing his hair for a few minutes when she loudly announced, “I ain’t ‘bout to sit here and watch that shit!”

Jazz stopped at a channel that was playing a booty-shaking Luke music video.

“Nah, man, leave that right there!”, Scola replied with a grin as he enjoyed the gentle treatment of Deja’s hands on his head as well as the view in front of him.

Without warning, Deja grabbed two fistfuls of his hair as if she was about to pull it and leaned his head back on her lap, threatening him with, “Shut yo’ mouf, save some teef!”

He grabbed her foot as if he was about to twist it and laughed sarcastically, “If I were you I wouldn’t try it; ‘specially if you know what’s good for ya!”

“Do you hear him, Noke?!”, Deja asked looking over at Nokio.

Without looking up from his magazine, Nokio chuckled and changed the subject.

“So what yall think ‘bout the game last night between Philly and the ‘Wolves?”

“Quick thinkin’, man!”, Scola laughed as he reached out to give Nokio a pound.

“Oh, I see how you operate! That’s aight though; I’ll go get my other boo, AI, ‘cuz I know he’d fight fo’ my honor when it comes to these foos.”, Deja replied.

“AI, huh?”, Nokio asked in a playful but jealous tone before grabbing her thigh and squeezing it. He knew that was her weak spot.

“Stop!!!”, she squealed. She accidentally pulled one of Scola’s braids that she was working on.

“Ow, girl!!!!” He turned around and hit at her, but the large comb she was using blocked him from landing his hit.

“Ah shit!!!!”, he hissed when the comb came down across his knuckles. He shook his injured hand and blew on it.

“That’s what you get! Now, yall gonna stop this brutality on me!”, she shouted while pointing the comb at both him and Nokio.

“Man…anyway”, Jazz said sucking his teeth. “If AI put his wifey out bucket-naked who prolly ain’t got half the mouf you got, then what the hell you think he’d do to you?!”

“Hee hee!” Deja had a devilish grin on her face and winked at him. “That ain’t none o’ yo’ bidness!” She went back to braiding Scola’s hair.

“He wouldn’t know how to handle her no way!”, Nokio replied as he got up to go get something to drink. “I’m the only one equipped for that job!”

“T. fuckin’ M. I.!”, Jazz shouted looking up towards the ceiling.

“What you say?!” Nokio turned back around and ran over to Jazz and they proceeded to play wrestle. Scola jumped up to do the refereeing.

Deja just sat on the sofa watching them cut up like little kids. Then to make matters worse, Sisqo and Woody who had been downstairs in the studio working on new material walked in and joined the guys in their fantasy WWE match.

“Oh lawd!”, she thought with a roll of her eyes. When she realized that she could grab the remote, she did and turned to a Lifetime movie.

“Oh hellz naw!”, Jazz shouted as he jumped up from the floor. “I ain’t lookin’ at THAT shit!”

“Well, I am since yall have nothin’ else betta to do!”, Deja replied. “Besides, if Sco’ wanna roll up in the party tonight with half a head done that’s fine with me!”

“Nah, ma, finish his head with the quickness! His ‘All I Need’ look went out with ’95!”, Sisqo laughed.

For the next few hours, everyone was doing his or her own thing. Deja was almost finished with Scola’s hair and the rest of the guys were taking turns playing video games while Woody slept next to her on the sofa.

Suddenly, The Legend’s voice filled the room as he appeared on the screen.

“Good afternoon! I have some news I thought I’d share with you all!”

“What is it this time?”, Woody asked as he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Well, WeStink Records CEO, Think-I-Got-It and his protégé Tha’ Fool are lookin’ for some new talent to add to their record label. Now as we all know, they are notorious for signing untalented artists. Although, they have 2 females, the singer Shithina and the rapper Choke-some-more, they’re lookin’ for one more female to add to their roster as one of their other female rappers who just happened to be talented, wised up and left. They feel the need to replace her as soon as possible. So just be on the lookout in case they come around this way. A rumor is spreading that they wanna sign you, Deja.”

“Neva that!”, Deja and the guys said in unison.

“I wouldn’t even go out like that!”, Deja shouted with a fiery look on her face as she stood up and folded her arms.

“And we ain’t gonna let you!”, Sisqo reassured her as he walked over to her and placed his arm around her shoulder.

“Well, be prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this from happening.” Then The Legend vanished.
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“Man, I’m tellin’ ya, that female rollin’ with them niggas, Dru Hill, could actually bring somethin’ to your label that’s needed…real talent! You know I used to hang out with them back in the day and I know they wouldn’t have her on their team if she wasn’t hot!” Tha’ Fool was persuading Think-I-Got-It to offer Deja a deal with his label.

Leaning back in his large, black leather chair behind his big marble desk, Think-I-Got-It replied, “You let me be the judge of that Foo’! Now I know a party is bein’ thrown in their honor tonight. Any and everybody is gonna be up in that piece, so what I want’chu to do is go to that party and do whateva is necessary to get her down here so I can take a listen to her.”

“Oh that ain’t no problem ‘Got-It! Besides after I lay my mack down on her cute ass, she’ll be more than willin’ to do whateva I say!” Tha’ Fool could hardly contain himself.

Pointing his finger at him and chuckling, Think-I-Got-It warned, “Aight now! You betta not let yo’ wifey hear you sayin’ that! You know how she already feels about you and Shitty!”

Tha’ Fool sucked his teeth and grinned. “Man, please! She knew she married a Bishop Don Juan graduate when she got me!”
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[Sweet Meat aka CC]

Deja was checking herself out in Nokio’s dresser mirror while he was getting dressed. She had decided to wear her tan suede blouse that matched her new, tan suede Kangol and Manolo Blahnik boots. She completed her outfit with a brown denim jeans outfit with the matching jacket..

“Do you think I look betta with or without this hat?”, she asked turning around to look at Nokio.

He looked up from buckling his belt and told her that she looked better with the hat.

“Coo’!” She carefully placed her hat on top of her head so she wouldn’t aggravate her tender scalp. Then she turned it to the side and brought it down over one of her eyes.

Nokio and the rest of the guys were getting dressed in their matching black denim outfits. However, they were wearing a different color shirt under their jackets. Nokio was wearing a gray one, Sisqo a white one, Scola a red one, Woody a blue one, and Jazz a black one. They were also wearing their choice of Timbs with their outfits.

After Deja had finished putting on her jewelry, she grabbed her purse and told Nokio that she was going upstairs to the rec room while he finished getting ready.

“Aight, I’ll be right up.”, he replied as he sat down on his bed to put his shoes on.

When Deja got upstairs she saw the guys in their usual places. Jazz and Woody were playing pool and Sisqo was sitting in front of the television playing a video game.

“Man, don’t you do anything else with yo’ hands besides playin’ those damn games?!”, Deja asked rolling her eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!”, Sisqo said looking up at her while flashing a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah!”, Deja laughed as she sat down beside him on the sofa.

A few minutes went by before Scola and Nokio came walking into the room. When Deja saw a bandana AND a hat on Scola’s head she went off.

“Nigga why the hell I go through all that trouble braiding yo’ hair juss for you to put all that shit on it?!!!”

The guys started laughing and Scola simply responded, “Who said this was gonna stay on my head all night?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot! Knowin’ you, it prolly won’t stay on 5 minutes after you meet some trick at the party and take her home!”

“I’ll be workin’ it out though!”, he replied as he gave her a devilish grin and wink.

“Ewwwwww!!! Don’t give me no mental picture!”, Deja said pretending to hurl.

“Dammit, will yall stop?!”, Nokio said shaking his head. “Yall two can’t seem to get along for shit! Don’t you ever have a pleasant word for each otha’?”

Deja and Scola looked at one another and stated in unison, “No.”
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“On behalf of Tha’ Spot, we are honored to give you a key to the city for a job well done. Once again, you have saved the world of music from a gang of no-talented artists.” Mr. Mayor had just handed Woody a nice, large wooden plaque with a beautiful golden key on it. After shaking each member’s hand and giving Deja a hug, thunderous applause and cheers engulfed the room.

Stepping up to the mic, each member gave an acceptance speech. When it was Deja’s turn, she noticed a rodent-looking guy dressed from head to toe in black pleather and sterling silver jewelry staring at her non-stop. Then it dawned on her that it was Tha’ Fool. Nevertheless, she gave a quick acceptance speech before Mr. Mayor announced that it was time to par-tay!!!

“Pssst! Tha’ Fool is here! Now how did that happen?!”, Deja whispered to Jazz as she pulled him to the side.

“I’m guessin’ becuz the party is open to the public. We just gotta keep cool and stand our ground.”, Jazz replied.

“What yall whisperin’ ‘bout?”, Woody asked walking over to them.

Jazz and Deja explained to him and the rest of the guys what was going on.

Just then, they heard someone coming up behind them.

“Yall be doin’ the damn thang!” It was Ludacris and his entourage coming over to congratulate them.

“Thanks, man!”, Sisqo replied giving him a pound. The guys and Luda-Luda had been chatting for a couple of minutes when Deja told Nokio she was going to get something to drink from the bar.

“Aight, but be careful.”, Nokio warned before taking his arm from around her waist. “Remember, Tha’ Fool is roamin’ around up in here.”

“I will”, she replied before making her way through the crowd of partygoers.

Before reaching her destination, she was stopped and congratulated by Redman.

“Congratulations, ma!”, he said giving her a big hug.

“Thanks!” She was smiling from ear-to-ear. “You don’t know how good that sounds coming from one of my favorites, wit' yo’ stankin’ ass!”, she joked.

“Oh, no prob, ma! But listen, I’m not gonna hold ya; I juss wanted to let ya know that yall really held it down. I’ma go holla at the guys. You take care wit’ yo’ stankin’ ass!”, Redman laughed before kissing her on the cheek and making his way through the crowd to go congratulate the fellas.

Once Deja finally made her way to the bar to get her drink, she heard someone tell the bartender that he had it. When she turned around, Tha’ Fool was right there in her face with a big, stupid grin on his.

“Nah, I don’t need you for that! I got it!”, she responded as she rolled her eyes and turned her back to him.

“Damn! So it’s like that, huh?!” He walked up and stood beside her. It was obvious that he wasn’t giving up easily.

“Look! Could you juss please leave me alone!”, Deja shouted as she got her drink and started walking away.

“That’s juss it, boo! I can’t! I been checkin’ ya out ever since you came through the door!!! I mean, damn, give a nigga some hope or somethin’!” Tha’ Fool kept blocking her path as she tried walking around him.

Scola, who had been chatting with Da Brat, saw that Deja was in a jam.

“’Scuse me for a minute, but I gotta go handle somethin’!”, Scola told her.

Since the other guys were nearby chatting with partygoers, he rushed over to them and explained what was going on. Just like that, they were all by Deja’s side.

Nokio grabbed Deja’s hand and asked if she was alright.

“Yeah, I’m coo’! I was juss tryna get past Pip-Squeak here!”, she replied shooting Tha’ Fool a disgusted look.

“Whaddup yall?!”, Tha’ Fool greeted in a sing-song rap fashion when the guys came to Deja’s rescue.

“You tell us!”, Woody barked.

“I was juss tryna congratulate yo’ girl but she ain’t tryna hear it!”, Tha’ Fool laughed.

“Look Foo’ we know what’chu up to so you might as well walk yo’ ass on up outta here!!”, Sisqo hissed as he went and stood face to face with him.

“Oh, okay, so it’s like that? I mean, damn, a nigga juss tryna be peaceful and whatnot, but I guess yall wanna be rude and shit!” With that, Tha’ Fool walked away. However, he turned around and gave them a wicked smile before leaving the building.

“Now, what yall think that foo’ ‘bout to pull?!”, Scola asked before making his way back over to Da Brat to finish chatting with her.

“It ain’t no tellin’ what his sorry ass will be up to next!”, Deja replied sucking her teeth before she and the rest of the guys started mingling and dancing with the crowd.
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[Sweet Meat aka CC]

The next morning, Think-I-Got-It and his staff were having a meeting around the large oval table in his conference room. They were thinking of a way to get Deja up to his office, since Tha’ Fool had failed to do so.

“I’ono why we gotta have her up in the mix fo’ anyway. She ain’t all that!”, Choke-some-more said as she sucked her teeth and pulled her bony, pale hand through her electric blue colored hair.

Tha’ Fool jumped in when she made that comment.

“Don’t you wanna sell a record for a change, Choke?! I mean, damn, you been out like 5 years and ain’t had a damn hit yet!”

“Oh yeah!”, she giggled. “Well, juss so she don’t take the spotlight from me!”

“You late Shitty!”, Think-I-Got-It barked when Shithina came walking into the conference room twirling her hair through her fingers. She was so busy singing that she hadn’t heard what he had said to her.

“Shitty! Shut the hell up! It’s not like we don’t hear you enough on the tv and radio! Damn!!!” Tha’ Fool was getting irritated by this time because he looked like a failure to Think-I-Got-It after bragging that he could get Deja to his office.

“I’m sorry Foo’! I’m juss so happy that my CD has sold another 500,000 copies. It’s fun to get paid to do nothin’!”, Shithina smiled as she took a seat beside him and laid her head on his shoulder.

Tha’ Fool smiled and patted her on the head.

“It’s aight, Shitty. We juss tryna think of a way to get that new chick, Deja, up here to cut a single with you and Choke. We ain’t gotta tell ya that you’ll sing the hook while Choke and Deja be on that Thelma and Louise type shit!”

“Ooooh, I’ma be Thelma from ‘Good Times’?! Well, that ain’t no problem cuz people always tellin’ me that I look juss like her!”, Choke grinned as she swung her hair out of her eye. “Besides, that Deja biatchi sounded like Weezy Jefferson when I heard her rapping on Dru’s song anyway!”

Everyone around the table looked at one another and shook their head without making a comment before getting on with their meeting. It was obvious that intelligence wasn’t Choke’s strong suit.

After about an hour or so, Tha’ Fool came up with a brilliant plan to have his boys go with him to get what he was claiming as his.

“I’m through playin’ nice with my woman! She wanna play dirty, then so be it!”, Tha’ Fool barked before walking out of the conference room.
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It was almost 9 a.m. and Nokio had been awake for almost 2 hours due to Deja snoring so loudly. She was keeping him from getting his last minute sleep.

“Damn! I didn’t think a female could snore so friggin’ loud! She gotta be dreamin’ that she’s in her momma’s womb!”, he thought to himself before climbing out of her bed. He figured since he couldn’t go back to sleep he might as well get up to start his day.

A few minutes later, Deja woke up to the sound of Nokio in the shower.

“Whew! That nigga snore louder than a muthaphucca!”, she yawned as she stretched and climbed out of bed.

“It’s a good thing we agreed to stay in our own places. I gotta get my eight hours without any interruptions from his snorin’.”, she thought to herself as she walked over to her closet to find something to put on.

After gathering her clothes, she was in front of her dresser mirror wrapping her cornrows in a bun when she noticed a dark reddish-blue mark around her collarbone area.

“No he didn’t!”, she spat with an angry look on her face as she pulled her t-shirt down. Now she couldn’t wear her off-the-shoulder blouse.

“I done told him about doin’ that!”, she mumbled to herself as she was looking through her closet to find somethin’ else to wear.

“Mornin’ Day!”, Nokio grinned as he came walking into her bedroom.

Deja was so mad that she didn’t even notice the water glistening on his upper body while a white, fluffy towel was wrapped around his lower half (well, actually she did, but that wasn’t the point). Instead she took one of her shirts from her closet and threw it at him. The shirt hit him smack dab in his face.

“What was that for?!”, he barked as he snatched the shirt away.

“Don’t act like you don’t know!”, Deja shouted placing her hand on her hip.

He knew exactly what she was talking about but he decided to play innocent anyway. He and the guys always got a kick out of seeing how hot-tempered she would become.

“Know what?!!!”, he asked innocently with a shrug of his shoulders.

She pulled her t-shirt down from around her neck and pointed to what she was talking about.

A devilish smile slowly spread across his face.

“Oh that. Well, um, well ya know…I couldn’t help it.”, he replied as he put his head down and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Whateva! Now I can’t wear what I was plannin’ to today!”, she said as she brushed past him to go take a shower.

“Awwww, I’m sorry.”, he said as he grabbed and hugged her. He was about to do the same thing again before she pushed him away.

“Don’t even think about tryin’ it!”, she chuckled before pushing him down on the bed.

“See, why you gotta be playin’?!”, he laughed as he chased her out of the room. But she was too quick for him. She made it into the bathroom and closed and locked the door before he could get to her.
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[Sweet Meat aka CC]

Sisqo was in the kitchen eating breakfast with Jazz and Woody when Scola came walking in with a big grin on his face.

“What you so happy ‘bout this mornin’?”, Woody asked as he took a sip of orange juice.

“Man, Shawnte’ is juss the type of girl I been wantin’ to hook up with!”, Scola replied. He had just finished talking with her on the phone.

“Yeah, she is coo’! We hadn’t seen her in a while. The last time we actually saw her, she and JD threw it down on our remix.”, Jazz said as he scanned the morning paper.

“Deja sorta reminds me of her.”, Sisqo laughed.

“Now, thangs were goin’ good ‘til you brought her name up!”, Scola laughed.

“But ya know, now that Sisqo mentioned it…”, Woody smiled.

“Don’t even say it!”, Scola warned. “Deja is my girl and all but she juss too damn moufy! Shawnte’ is only that way on wax!”, he laughed.

Just then Deja and Nokio walked into the kitchen. They had heard the guys’ entire conversation as they were walking down the hall to the kitchen. Deja put her finger up to her mouth to shush the guys. Sisqo gave her a wink and a small grin.

Deja walked up behind Scola and put her hands over his eyes.

“Guess who, nigga!”, she whispered in his ear in a low seductive voice sounding just like Shawnte’. Then she kissed him on the cheek.

While the guys kept quiet, Scola had a mile-wide grin on his face and said, “I know it can’t be Deja ‘cuz she hate me too much to do what you juss did!”

“Well, you thought wrong!”, Deja barked before pushing him in the back of his head.

“However, you ain’t wrong about me hatin’ yo’ silly ass!”, she laughed. “I juss hope Shawnte’ knows what she’s about to get into messin’ with you!”, she said as she went and sat down on the other side of the table across from him.

“Not this mornin’ yall, please!”, Sisqo begged as he threw his arms in the air. He had become fed up with Scola and Deja always going at it.

“Aight, boo, but only for yo’ sake.”, Deja said as she put her arm around Sisqo’s shoulder and kissed him on his head.

“Thanks, ma!”, he grinned.

Scola chuckled and called Sisqo a sellout for falling for what Deja had just done.

“Hey, at least she’s on my side though!”, Sisqo laughed.
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That evening as the guys were dropping Deja off at her place, Tha’ Fool and his boys were parked in his SUV around the corner.

“Look, as soon she gets outta that ride, I want yall to grab her ass and bring her ova here!”, Tha’ Fool ordered them from behind his steering wheel.

“Bye, boo.”, Deja said giving Nokio a quick peck on the lips. “Call me later.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…now get yo’ ass out!”, Scola joked from the backseat.

“Lata fo’ you, punk!”, Deja said as she turned around and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yall juss don’t stop, do you?”, Woody huffed.

“Didn’t you know? We have that type of love that you gotta dig wayyyy deep down inside for.”, Scola laughed.

“So true!”, Deja agreed. “Well, bye yall!”

“Now did you really think I was gonna let you out by yo’self?!”, Nokio asked as he began to open his door.

“Noke, I’ll be fine!”, Deja protested as she began to open her door.

“I’ll walk her inside, then!”, Scola replied. He was on a roll with getting on Deja’s nerves that evening.

Deja looked in the back at him and then turned back around and looked at Nokio and said, “C’mon!”

“Shit! She got her nigga walkin’ her inside. I guess we’ll have to go to Plan B!”, Tha’ Fool said as he rubbed his chin and observed the whole situation.

After Nokio came back out to his ride and pulled off, Tha’ Fool put his plan into play.

Deja was inside rapping along to Queen Latifah’s “Just Another Day” as she ran some water in her tub for a bubble bath when she thought she heard a knock at one of her windows. She stopped the water and turned the volume down on her stereo to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. But she heard another knock. She grabbed a large candlestick holder from her bedroom and tiptoed over to her cordless phone that she had left in the living room to call the guys. That’s when she noticed the line was dead.

“Oh shit!”, she whispered.

Suddenly, her lights were shut off. She was about to let out a scream when someone grabbed her from behind covering her mouth with a leather-gloved hand while pulling her right arm behind her back causing her to drop her weapon. She felt like her arm was about to break in two. She was trying her best to bite the person’s fingers but she couldn’t because the grip over her mouth was too tight.

When she heard another person walking towards her, she lifted up her right leg and kicked whomever it was where it counted the most.

“Ahhhhhhhh shiiiiiiii…!”, a man’s voice moaned as he fell to the floor.

The guy holding her arm pulled on it tighter causing tears to come to her eyes. The pain was unbearable.

Suddenly, her door burst open and she saw Tha’ Fool’s silhouette walking in with a flashlight.

“Get up, man!”, he said kicking the large guy on the floor who was writhing in pain from Deja’s assault. Then he walked over to Deja and began wiping her tears away.

“What happened to that feisty chick I fell in love with, boo? Don’t go tearing up on me!”, he said with a sadistic laugh.

“C’mon, let’s go yall!”, he ordered his two boys as they dragged Deja out.
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