Chantel was in love with Justin, and wanted to be with him, but she knew that her friendship with Stacy would come to an end for that to happen. The two have been friends for too long, and would never allow a dude to come between them. Chantel knew Justin was the only guy Stacy ever cared for. But she also felt like Stacy shouldn’t have put her in a position that caused Chantel to catch feelings for Justin.
Six weeks after Stacy had started dating Justin, Stacy used Chantel to see would Justin would cheat on her. Chantel enticed Justin, and found out that Justin would indeed cheat on Stacy. Chantel lied to Stacy when she told her Justin wouldn’t cheat on her, and days later, Chantel and Justin started having sex regularly, behind Stacy’s back. Justin liked Chantel just as much as he liked Stacy. Chantel was more his type, open minded, was more sexually active than Stacy was. Justin found Stacy to be entirely too spoiled at times, and bossy. She didn’t think sex plays a major role in a relationship. Chantel was different, she always put other people’s wants and needs, ahead of her own. Justin knew breaking up with Stacy for Chantel would cause a lot of problems with Stacy’s uncle Rock, whom he respected like a father. Revealing his relationship with Chantel, would be suicide for Justin. There were times when he loved Stacy’s company, while other times, Justin wondered why he even dealt with her in the first place. Chantel made feel like a man was supposed to feel in a relationship, things seem to flow naturally when they were together.
Justin rolled Chantel off of him, she snuggled close, and told Justin she loved him. Chantel wasn’t expecting to hear him say it back, she just wanted to remind Justin that he was loved by her.
“So, what you get your boo for her birthday?” Chantel came out, and asked.
“Today’s not your birthday,” he said, smiling.
Chantel hit him in the chest, and said, “stop playing. I’m talking about Stacy,” she added.
“I’ll just let her show you later,” smiled Justin.
“Fine, are you coming to the concert?”
“I don’t know, I got something to do.”
“You know Stacy is gonna be pissed if you don’t show up,” Chantel said, while rubbing his stomach.
“I don’t give a shit, I gotta go get this money.”
With that, Justin slapped Chantel on her ass, and told her a lie about needing to take his cousin, Red, on an errand. Chantel walked to the bathroom to freshen up, and put on her clothes. She needed to go get her hair done for the concert later. Justin walked her out to her car, and agreed to catch up with each other later.
“And your ass better not be all up in another nigga’s face at that concert,” Justin threatened.
“Why not? It’s not like I have a man who can tell me shit,” Chantel replied, with a big smile.
“I thought I was your man,” Justin teased.
“You are, your ass better not let Stacy hear you say that shit.”
Chantel kissed him on the lips, and said, “I’m gonna be good, baby, I promise.”
“You better be, don’t get fucked up.”
Justin kissed her one last time, before Chantel got into her car, and drove away.
Justin went back into the house, and called out Red’s name. They needed to go over their plan for tonight’s heist. Red met him in the living room.
“Damn, cuz, that’s a bad ass bitch you had up in here,” Red commented.
“I know it, homie. Hopefully, when we finish with this lick tonight, you’ll get a chance to meet my main bitch,” Justin bragged.
“Damn, you got another bitch, badder than her?” Red asked, in disbelief.
Justin smiled, and said “I’mma show you how I get down, nigga. Now let’s get this shit right, so there won’t be any fuck ups.”
Deep in her thoughts, and still trying to watch the movie, Karen let out a yawn, and decided to call it a night. She knew Stacy was out celebrating her birthday, and probably wouldn’t be home until the morning. Karen turned the TV off, and prepared for the happier times of her family’s memories to rock her to sleep. Forty-five minutes later, Karen still wasn’t asleep, she heard the sound of broken glass. She knew it wasn’t Stacy, whoever it was, was in for a real big surprise. Karen quickly jumped out of bed, running fast to her walk- in closet. She found the shoebox that held one of her husband’s many guns. With a chrome 9mm firmly in her hand, she turned the closet light off, and secured herself under her king-sized bed, waiting for the intruder, or intruders, to appear in the dim doorway.
Karen laid there on the floor, nervously, with the gun pointed at the door. Moments later, she heard whispers getting closer to her bedroom door. Suddenly, she saw a figure appear in the doorway. Karen fired the gun three times, hitting the first intruder three times in the stomach. He fell instantly.
“Oh, shit!” The second intruder yelled, and fired his weapon, but didn’t hit Karen. She fired again, knowing she needed to hit her target, or risk running out of bullets, and getting shot. Karen knew she had missed, when the second intruder fired again. The intruder looked down at his dying partner, and decided it was best for him to leave, in case one of the neighbors called the police. Karen heard footsteps running down the stairs, then heard her front door open. Intruder number two, took the quickest escape route, running away into the night. Karen then crawled from under her bed, and stood over the first intruder, gasping for air. She pointed her gun at his head. She looked at the masked man, and fired her final two shots in his head, bringing an end to his struggle. Satisfied, she called the police, and thanked God for his protection.