Cycleofchances-ff - Cycle Of Chances

Ch. 3 Pt. 1 | Noncompliance

Dutchess

Mount Sinai Hospital

8:15 a.m.

“Ms. Blake you sure you’re making the best decision? Are you sure you’re not letting the sedatives speak for you?” One of the detectives asked me in complete disbelief.

Once the Dr. gave word to the detectives that I was conscious and able to answer questions they quickly came in with their notepads out ready to ask me if I remembered anything from the accident. I’ve never been a fan of NYPD so even if it was for my own benefit I wasn’t being compliant.

“Yes, I’m completely sure. I want all charges dropped against all parties responsible for the accident,” I told him never failing to break eye contact.

“Are you deadass right now?” Nami asked openly sharing her disgust and disbelief to those in the room. I could feel her burning a whole in the side of my face, but I’m not budging. I have to stand firm in what I feel is right.

“These niggas almost ended your shit, got you in this bitch handicap and you’re letting them walk!” Nami growled in disbelief.

“Baby how can you be okay with this? They’ve taken so much from you and you’re letting the shit rock,” I could see the tears brimming in her eyes, but I wasn’t budging.

As hard as it is for me to let go of their careless mistakes, holding onto them would personally do me no good. Being bitter or vindictive isn’t going to get me to ride and deliver any sooner; it isn’t going to lessen the pain in anyway so why harbor that kind of hate?

Nami is quick to forget I’m running my own multi-million dollar illegal delivery service. Fuck I look like cooperating with the cops for anything? She's buggin. I get it they want what’s best, but I can’t risk them snooping around in my shit, Nami and the cops alike.

Ignoring her rant and the detective’s smartass comment, “Yeah I’m sure. I want any and all charges dropped. I’ve got enough on my plate, worrying about this is more than I need right now.” I told him curtly.

I heard Nami scoff and watched him nod his head, “Well here’s my card, give me a call when you change your mind,” he said very sure of himself and sure of my phone call.

“That won’t be necessary, I won’t be calling,” I said matching his tone dismissing him.

Before he got out the room I called to him, “Can you send my Dr. in your way out” I said with a smile full of blatant disrespect.

“I don’t fucking get you yo! How are you just okay with this?” Nami said as she let the tears freely stream down her face now that we’re alone.

“How you gonna explain this to Nas and A? They damn near beat that nigga to a bloody pulp and now you finna just let him go?” her voice was so exasperated and strained.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it. How do I explain this to her and have her fully understand where I’m coming from? I can’t expect Nami to sympathize with me or relate because she’s not me and will never be able to rationalize my standpoint.

As far as Nas and Aaron nobody told them to go play sergeant and captain save a bitch. I can fight my own battles and once again they’ve gone and done some reckless shit. I’ll deal with them later.

“Ms. Blake I’m glad you’re awake and speaking,” the Dr. walked in interrupting my thoughts and the conversation. I silently thanked him.

“You’re doing extremely well, how are you feeling?” he asked while reading over my charts.

“My head is pounding and I’m hungry,” I told him and laughed, while he chuckled along with me. Nami rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“How can you laugh at a time like this?” Nami said seething. I hated seeing her hurt, but if I didn’t laugh than her anger would be contagious and my thirst for blood would reawaken.

The Dr. straightened up, “Ms. Blake for the next three months you’ll be on bed rest. Both of your legs have been broken, thankfully it was a clean break so the recovery process should be smooth, your bones should be reconnecting in no time. You will need assistance around the clock during your recovery process.” he paused letting me process what he was telling me.

“You also have four broken ribs, the 6th, 7th, 11th and 12th. That adds an additional six to eight weeks to your recovery time.” He said finally letting it all sink in.

I have so many thoughts running through my mind, but none of which I cared to share with him. “Continue” I told him.

“We’d like to keep you here for the week to run some tes—“

“Nah you good son, I’m ready to go now,” I said cutting him off before could finish his statement.

“Ms. Blake as strong as you feel mentally, physically your body just isn’t up to it. Your body needs to rest and recuperate” he said rationally.

“I completely understand that and I thank you for your concern, but I can get all my rest at home, in my bed instead of this stale ass hospital bed” I said smirking “ I also can have my own personal Dr. and nurse take care of me 24/7 if I need them. So if you have to airlift me out this bitch I’m going home tonight.”

“Ms. Blake, please think about your health,” the Dr. warned.

“That’s my only concern. Now please go work on my release forms and my medications” I said finally.

He huffed and walked away.

“You’re something else you know that?” Nami said chuckling and running her hand through her curls. Something she did when nervous.

“I know baby, but you love me though. Where’s everybody?” I asked her while looking around the empty room. After all the commotion they all scattered like roaches.

“Autumn went to go sit in the car with Nas and A. After they beat Beau’s ass they were bandaged up then escorted out of the hospital,” she said.

“Beau?” I asked confused. Did I miss something? She throwing names at me like I know people.

“He was in the car that hit you. He’s been sitting in your room since you got out of surgery and when we walked in and saw him too comfy by your side Nasir and A spanked that ass” she said excited. Her bird ass.

“Damn that’s crazy” was all I could come up with. Seeing her so excited about the pain inflicted on him was unsettling. She dead is showing all 32 teeth right now speaking about the ass whoopin’ Nas and A gave the man.

“I’m hungry,” I said completely changing the subject. She went on to say something, but I tuned her out my mind is somewhere else. I don’t want to deal with the bullshit right now, I’m still trying to process bed rest for 3 months what the fuck am I going to do for 3 FUCKING MONTHS! Everything I’ve always done has been on the go now that the option is completely taken from me I’m lost.

“Baby you heard me?” Nami said break me from my thoughts.

“Nah wassup?” I said giving her my attention.

“I said when we get home I can cook a nice meal for all of us and we can all just get some sleep” she suggested.

“Sounds good baby, I’m gonna call you Nurse Nami from now on” I said as she giggled and leaned over to kiss me. Her soft lips melted into mine and I felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“What am I gonna do with you?” she said using her finger to trace my bottom lip.

“We’re gonna be okay,” I said with certainty as I heard the door opening. I could tell it was something she need to hear.

“I’ve got your release forms and your prescriptions” my Dr. came in saying.

“Don’t you move fast?” I said excitedly as I looked at the forms in his hand.

Beau

Mount Sinai

10 a.m.

“You sure this the room bruh?” Jay asked as he wheeled me into Dutchess’ room. This wheelchair shit is not where it’s at, but if I shift my body to much everything hurts then goes completely numb.

“This is 432 right?” I asked Boogz making sure we’re in the right room. Cause apparently he be forgetting shit easily nowadays.

He went to the door and checked, “yeah this is, but this shit has been wiped clean. The bedding hasn’t even been touched,” Boogz pointed out as he walked over to inspect the fresh bedding. The room looked like it had been wiped clean, no traces of anyone having been here.

“I’m not buggin’ she was here, maybe they moved her to another room after the fight. Come on let’s go check a few rooms,” I suggested.

She had to be here it’s not like she can up and walk outta here. We scanned all the rooms on her floor until we came across her Dr.

“Well look who’s still meddling around” her Dr. mocked as he walked up to me, someone’s salty.

“I could have lost my job for that little stunt you pulled,” he said. To be honest I don’t like his tone or attitude he lucky I’m in this chair right now.

“Fuck all that, where’d you move her to?” I asked him ignoring the bullshit he was talkin’.

He scoffed, “she was released.”

“So soon?” I asked confused.

“Yep she asked to be released to her private Md. so I granted her wishes,” he stated, before walking in the opposite direction ending the conversation.

Wow she wasted no time.

“Damn, shorty got the fuck outta here quick for someone with two bad legs,” Jay said aloud, reading my mind.

“How are we supposed to find her now?” Boogz asked me while scratching his head.

Damn I didn't expect her to get up outta here so soon, I hoped that I'd at least get her phone number or shit an e-mail address, at this point a nigga is desperate. I can't just let her go that easily. Hanging my head and trying to think of ways I could possibly find her, I'm coming up blank.

"Maybe it's for the best," Boogz blurted out while still scratching the back of his head.

I furrowed my eyebrows confused when I looked at him, "what you mean?"

"I mean now that's she's gone maybe it's for the best that she's out of our lives for good. Now we don't owe her anything, she dropped all charges against us so legally we're free to move on with our lives," he looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes.

"You disgust me, get the fuck outta my face with that bullshit. I can't even believe that just came out your mouth!" I barked at him from my chair making everyone turn around and stare. But to be honest no fucks are given after the bullshit he just said.

"Yo I'm gonna give you a pass and blame it on the amnesia homie because the Riley I know would never say no fuck shit like that" Jay said backing me up and trying to diffuse the situation before it got ugly.

Him throwing out govs which meant shit was serious. Jay's the peacemaker between between Boogz and I, it's been that way for years. Because Boogz is the youngest the nigga can be impulsive and reckless, Jay has always been the one to catch him before shit got too out of hand.

"This is shit YOU caused, NOBODY would have been here if YOU didn't put us here don't forget that shit when you wanna be so quick to run from the consequences of your actions," I quickly reminded him. This nigga must be stupid if he thinks we're giving up that easy on finding Dutchess.

"You right my fault, I'm trippin'" Boogz said nooding his head, but I could tell there was more h wanted to say. I'll drop it for now cause if the nigga says some slick shit I'm gonna bust a stitch and proceed to lay hands on him.

Looking around the room everyone has went back to minding their own business except for one nurse. And as my luck would have it she was the one who came around and checked Dutchess' charts periodically.

“Jay don’t make it hot, but that nurse behind you. The thick one ” I said to him making him turn his attention on her. She been eyeing Jay since we got on this floor, but unlike Jay she had tact about scoppin'.

“Damn that bitch is badder that a 2 year old,” Jay said a little to loud because she shook her head and rolled her eyes at Jay in particular as she made her way towards the elevator. I swear I can’t take his black ass nowhere.

I sucked my teeth and continued; “nigga she was Dutchess’ nurse and the only one that might be able to get any contact info for her. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Nigga, shush!” he said like somebody’s old country grandma, I’m trying so hard to keep from laughing at how serious he got.

Let me work,” he said waving me off then damn near sprinting to catch up with her as she walked into the elevator.

Boogz and I both had to bust out laughing as we watched the door close behind them. “He wasn’t even low” Boogz said in between laughs.

"Yeah whatever nigga," I said to myself something is off about this nigga Boogz and I need to know what before I can laugh and break bread with him again.

Ch. 5 pt. 1| Want To Come Over?

Cheri

Fort Tilden Beach

3:02 a.m.

*2 weeks later*

I took a deep pull of the Raspberry Kush and let it hit me. The whole ambiance got me feeling nice. The sound of Lauryn riding the beat and the waves crashing against the sand was just what I needed right now.

“Why you smoke so much?” I heard his deep voice ask full of intrigue and curiosity.

I completely forget he was sitting there once we got here we made small talk, but when I decided to roll up he got quiet. I asked him if he wanted to burn and he declined.

“Does it bother you?” I asked matching his tone.

“How you gon’ answer a question wit a question?” he side eyed.

“Does it?”

“Nah you just too pretty for all that,” he said like he was really saying something.

I smirked at him and turned my attention back to the waves crashing against the sand. We’ve been kicking it for about a month now and it’s cool for what it is.

In the short time that I’ve known Jay I’ve come to realize that he has no filter. The first thing that comes to his mind is what comes out his mouth first.

I can’t lie most of the time this nigga is as basic as they come, but just when I’m ready to ditch him he ceases to surprise me.

“So you not gon’ answer me?”

“My business is my business and yours is yours. If it doesn’t bother you then we shouldn’t have any problems. I appreciate your inquisition though.”

He looked at me like I was crazy, “Deadass?”

“Yeah.”

“Coldblooded man,” he chuckled and shook his head.

I looked out at the waves and began to get lost in thought.

“So you said it’s only you and your older brother?” he asked once again.

I let out a deep sigh; “Yeah it’s been just us since I was 13 and he was 16. Nas has always and will be everything to me. His lemon head ass gets on my nerves most of the time, but I wouldn’t be who I am today without.”

He nodded his head taking in what I said.

I didn’t want to think about Nas at the moment, but his words found their way back into my head.

**Hours ago**

“Where ya been running off too lately?” he asked as he made his way around the kitchen making dinner for Dutch and himself. I sat on the counter watching him shuffle around making sure everything was perfect.

Having Dutch here has completely brought out a different side of him. I haven’t seen him smile this much. I can’t lie and say I’m not happy just seeing him happy. Dutch got this nigga doing all kind of shit, she told him she wanted to go to the aquarium. You would think he’d take her to Coney Island like a normal person would right?

No, this fool made me help him plan a whole weekend for him and Dutch to go to Georgia aquarium because he said he wanted her to have the best. I’ve never seen him put so much effort into making someone smile. He went all out getting them the best suite, going out to the best restaurants, going shopping the whole nine.

It’s also probably to keep her mind off Nami. That bitch ain’t shit and Dutch just can’t see that.

I honestly feel bad, Dutch calls and text, but they go unanswered or they’re cryptic. Then when she comes over it’s solely to bring clothes. I asked Dutch to let me drag her ass one time, but she told me to chill.

I have my reasons to drag that grimey bitch and I just need Dutch to see for herself how dirty that hoe really is.

It’s crazy though because Nas is slowly taking her mind off Nami and I don’t even think Dutch realizes that.

“I’m going to hang out with my homeboy Jay, we’ve been kicking it for about a month now,” I told him honestly.

He nodded his head taking in what I said while checking his greens.

“So when do I get to meet tha nigga?” he asked not distracting himself from his greens adjusting the heat.

Shit I knew this was coming sooner or later, but not this fast, “Soon Nas.”

“Soon like…tomorrow night for dinner,” he said with finality to his tone. Meaning it wasn’t up for much discussion, his mind was made up he wanted Jay over tonight.

“Dammit Nasir can’t that decision be my own?! What if I’m not ready for you to meet’em yet?” I said letting out an exasperated sigh hopping off the counter.

“What if you invited some of your girls over and he brought some of his boys would that be better for you?” I heard Dutch’s soft voice interject before Nas could respond. I didn’t even hear her come in, but I’m glad she did. Having another female around to be an ally makes dealing with Nas much easier.

“This way it won’t be too tense we can eat dinner and maybe watch some movies. After dinner if you don’t want to stay you guys can go do something else. You’re grown,” she continued on while Nas looked at her like she had eight eyes.

“Deal!” I enthusiastically agreed.

“Ha! Then it’s settled,” she said rolling her wheelchair over to Nas.

“But,” he began.

“Sorry I’m on my way out, Jay and I are going to catch a movie,” I took that as my cue to make an exit before he could protest.

“What you over there thinking about?” Jay asked breaking me from my thoughts.

“You want to come over my place tomorrow night? My brother wants to me meet you. You can bring your boys since some of my homegirls are coming over too,” I blurted out.

He looked at me puzzled before breaking out into a toothy grin, “I’d love to.”

I let out a deep sigh. Now that the easy part is over, I hope all goes well.

Dutchess

Nas’ bed

The next day

Lying in bed all day isn’t supposed to feel so good especially when it’s not my bed. I haven’t felt this much relaxation in…ever? To make matters worse I feel way to comfortable lying next to someone who isn’t Nami. Granted it’s Nas, one of my best friends, but still he’s not mine and I’m not his.

But to be honest Nami hasn’t even acted like I’m hers. Ever since the accident she’s been distant. Treating me like I’m either infected or a piece of glass. There’s no middle ground with her. I get it my current condition is a transition, but my legs won’t always be broken.

“Bae what ya thinking about?” Nas said tightening his grip on my waist sliding my body closer to his and putting his face in the back of my neck.

Here he goes with this name-calling business again ignoring him, “is there something wrong with me?”

His head shot up to examine my face, “Nah baby why ya ask dat?” he said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I sighed “because Nami is acting like I don’t mean anything to her. I’ve been basically living with you and Cheri for a month now. I’m truly grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but shouldn’t Nami be the one doing all this?” I asked looking him in he eyes.

He smiled and nodded his head, “she absolutely should, but that's her choice bae. If she can’t see how important your health is and doesn’t want to be there for you during every step of your recovery than maybe she’s not worth it and doesn’t care like she says she does.”

Even though it’s the truth it doesn’t hurt any less. My eyes began to tear up and my lip started quivering.

“Nah bae don’t waste one tear for her, you’re where you’re supposed to be,” he said pulling my body close to him kissing away tears as they fell.

I nodded my head and let him hold me. I didn’t want to argue or fight I craved comfort and he was giving just what I needed. Feeling him rub circles on my back and his Guilty by Gucci cologne invading my nostrils put my body at ease almost instantly.

“Nas! Jay and them are gonna be here any minute you want me to help you start dinner?” Cheri asked as she burst through his door.

“Oh shit, ma fault,” she said once she saw the scene before her.

He sucked his teeth, “Dammit C, you don’t knock? I could have been tongue or balls deep in bae.”

My face read one of embarrassment and shock, hers was one of disgust

“Uh ew nigga and no, you know damn well my boo ain’t giving you no play so…back to dinner nigga. What’s it gon’ be?” she asked putting her hands on her thick hips making me giggle.

“Oh so that’s funny?” he said turning his attention back to me. I couldn’t help but laugh at his seriousness. My giggles only intensified when he began tickling me.

“Stop! GO COOK!” I said in between giggles while trying my best to scoot away.

“Y’all are too cute,” Cheri said giving an all too knowing look as she examined our exchange. I could only blush and turn my face into his neck making them both laugh.

“Bae what ya want ta eat?” Nas asked bringing his mouth close to my ear. Hearing his deep voice all in my ear got me feeling a way.

“Uhh umm I-I” I stuttered and he let out a hearty laugh.

Cheri rolled her eyes, “I’ll be in the kitchen, y’all niggas get it together,” she said as she walked out.

“Nah seriously bae what ya want ta eat?” he said poking my side to get my full attention.

“Ummmm I want oxtails,” I said absentmindedly.

“That’s all you want Phatty?” He side eyed me.

“Nah gimme the works, go all out,” I said giving him a full smile, that he returned.

“Iigh just because it’s you. I’m do it up bae,” he pecked my cheek and made his was out of bed.

I couldn’t help by smile, “why have you always been so good to me?” I blurted out and slapped my hand over my mouth once I realized I said it out loud.

In all of the years that I’ve known him, he’s always found a way to go above and beyond just to make me smile. Often times I’ve questioned how he really feels.

He smirked “because I love seeing you smile. You’re a great person and a good woman you really do deserve the best. So while you’re with me I plan on giving you just that and then some.”

He said before making his way into his closet to throw on some clothes leaving me to think about what he said.

He ceases to amaze me.

“Bae, Cheri and I gonna run to the store to pick up some more food. I told Autumn and A.K. to come over too and you know them niggas can eat and take food home, you want me to bring anything back?” he asked sweetly as he came and sat on “my side” of the bed.

“Can you bring me the pink pack of Skittles please?” I asked giddily.

“Yeah Phatty I gotchu, anything you want,” he chuckled bending his head to kiss the tip of my nose then my forehead before grabbing his keys.

“We’ll be back soon bae,” he said as he left.

Seeing him leave made me feel lonely. Being damn near bed ridden changes a person.

I’ve always been someone notorious for being independent now that I’m forced to rely on others I crave company and companionship.

Having Nas so close is making me question just how I feel for him. Should I?

I heard my phone vibrating from the nightstand and I instantly reached over to it figuring it was either Nami or Nas.

From This Nigga Here:

Hey, are you okay? How are you feeling?

Sighing I began to type.

To This Nigga Here:

Yeah I’m straight. Thanks for asking.

From This Nigga Here:

I couldn’t help but smile at enthusiasm. Beau and I aren’t on speaking terms, but I don’t ignore him either. He’s persistent as fuck. I just have to come around to him on my own terms.

Jay

En route to Cheri’s Crib

8:00 p.m.

“Y’all niggas bet not embarrass me,” I said to Beau and Boogz giving them the speech my moms always used to give me when we went places as a child.

“Nigga kill all that noise, we got you,” Boogz said waving me off as he blew smoke out the backseat window.

“Nigga put the blunt out, I don’t need to be meeting her bro for the first time and you high as a kite. Kill that shit,” I said sternly.

He mumbled something, but put it out tho.

“You really feeling shorty huh?” Beau said getting my attention.

As soon as I start thinking about Cheri I can’t help, but smile. She got a nigga open.

“Yeah,” I grinned and nodded my head. He chuckled and did the same.

“Niiiggaa you whipped!! Lil’ mama got ya black ass open as fuck” Boogz said with an ugly cackle. I swear I can’t take this nigga nowhere man.

“Yeah whatever nigga all I know is you better not fuck this up for me. I won’t hesitate to fuck you up if need be.”

I shot Cheri a text telling her we’re looking for parking and she immediately responded saying we could park in their building garage in the guest spot and that she’s be down to open the lobby door for us.

“Hey I’m glad you made it,” she said hugging me and kissing my cheek. Having her thick body up against mine made my dick hard.

I pulled back cutting the hug short. I’m not trying to meet her brother with hard wood, but Lil’ mama was looking right tonight I can’t even hold you.

“This is Beau and Riley,” I said introducing them. Beau waved while Riley sucked his teeth.

“You can call me Boogz tho,” he interjected making Cheri let out a genuine laugh.

“Like Boogers?” she said in between laughs and giggles making Beau and I die with laughter with her while Boogz bit his tongue and mean mugged her.

“I like her already,” Beau said wiping his eyes.

“Come on let’s go upstairs,” she finally said.

“I hope y’all like oxtails with peas and rice my brother’s girl, I mean best friend picked the meal tonight so he went in,” she said as we got in the elevator.

“Sounds good,” we all said. I can’t wait for dinner now, shit sound good as fuck.

“You didn’t say your bro had a girl,” I spoke up a little puzzled. She left that part out.

“She’s not his girl, more like his best friend. She was hit by a drunk driver about a month ago, the same day I met you at the hospital actually. He’s been looking after her ever since,” she said nonchalantly.

I instantly felt the mood shift. I know for a fact Boogz and Beau are thinking the exact same thing as I was. Could it be her? I know that Cheri helped me by getting her number, but does she actually know Dutchess?

“Come on,” Cheri said from outside the elevator. Apparently none of us heard the doors open and we were all just stuck in the elevator deep in thought.

“My fault,” I said walking out the elevator with them behind me.

“Fuck you doin’ here?!” I heard a light skin dude bark at Beau as soon as we walked into the apartment.

We all looked confused because he was literally seething with anger. It was as if someone bumped into the DJ booth and the recorded scratched. We were all under a microscope at the moment.

“Nas chill! What’s wrong?” Cheri asked totally confused as a beautiful brown skin girl in a wheelchair rolled up to him and grabbed his hand.

His body tensed the relaxed at her touch, “That nigga has no business being around you or Cheri after what he did to you Dutch,” he spat.

"And he damn sure ain't welcome hea."

“Did to me?” she said with furrowed eyebrows before turning her attention to Beau for answers.

“I was the passenger in the car that hit you and Riley was the driver,” Beau said lowly, but never breaking his eye contact from hers.

That was all it took before this nigga to yank away from her with his fist balled and charge at Beau.

Ahhhh shit.