"So much can happen in a small amount of time. You can be looking at someone like they are the one, and all the while they can not be. You may not want to let them go but you have to. They may make you feel insecure but you want them around. They may make you feel like someone can take your place, but you still stick around even though you may see heartache in the near future." - Safaree Samuels
Nakia looked at Safaree with a rude facial expression.
"Yes, I am pregnant. But guess what? It ain't by you dumb ass." Nakia said in a voice filled with rage, and anger that was piercing just by the tone. Her body stiffed and she shook slightly.
"Safaree, I had to make sure." A soft tone spoke.
"How you gonna just talk to me like that?" "What is your problem?" Safaree said.
"What are you talking about?" She spoke again.
"Nicki don't play dumb. You know you just told me that the baby wasn't mine."
"No I didn't." Nicki said looking at Safaree with a confused facial expression.
"Nicki..... You just yelled and said the baby isn't by my dumb ass."
"SHIT!!!" Nicki yelled hitting her forehead as she sat down on the sink.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I can't tell you Safaree." Nicki said as she began to cry.
"You can tell me. Nicki, how come we can't talk like we used to?"
"I can tell you but I'm afraid of how you would view me afterwards..... Just let it go." Nicki stated walking out of the bathroom. She sat on her bed, and wiped her tears. Safaree turned around looking at her from her bathroom.
"Nicki, we been friends for how long? Over 14 years now. As much as we been through.... It is nothing you can tell me that will change my attitude toward you." He said sitting by her, and rubbing her leg.
"I.... I have a sickness." Nicki said as her tears started falling.
"What kind of sickness?"
"I can't do this...." Nicki said as she began shaking. Safaree got on his knees in front of her and held her hands.
"The sickness I have is......" Before Nicki could finish, a tall masculine figure took over the doorway.
"Hello Nika...." Ziare said standing in the doorway. Safaree rose up, and flexed a little as Nicki sat still, shaking more.
Nicki inched to the edge of the bed, and looked. She hadn't seen Ziare in a while nor did she want to see him. She cut her eyes in Safaree's direction, and looked at him. He looked as if he wanted to devour Ziare, and beat the living hell out of him. He looked as if he was set on fire.
"Why.... Why are you here?" Nicki asked Ziare.
"I seen that you never got around to the pictures that I dropped off by here." He said with a sly smirk on his face.
"How do you know that?"
"What fucking pictures is he talking about?!" Safaree yelled aloud.
But Nicki waved him off as she watched Ziare pull a huge envelope from behind his back.
"Sit down, Both of you might want to hear this." He said looking at Nicki.
"I don't want to hear shit he got to say." Safaree yelled again.
"Naw brother. Yo package might be burned a bit, so yes you do." Nicki looked at Safaree, and looked at the chair by her bed. He huffed, and walked over to it.
"Go ahead Ziare."
"Well, I gave you these pictures..." he said pausing to open the envelope. "To clarify some things to you Onika. One, Vincent is beating Lauren..."
"WHAT!?" Safaree said jumping up.
"Yeah, that's right. Your friend is a woman beater." Ziare said throwing the pictures on the bed.
"Shut the fuck up you narrow headed ass dick bitch." Safaree said just before he started observing the picture Nicki was holding.
It was of Vincent standing over Lauren with his foot raised like he was about to kick her, and the next few pictures showed he did just that.
"Second, Vincent was fucking and dating Naomi at the same time you was." He said looking at Safaree before he threw the next batch of pictures on the bed. The one on top showed Vincent and Naomi walking and kissing in Times Square. Then a few pictures after that showed him fucking her up against a wall in the Marriot hotel. Then Ziare pulled out a DVD tape, and walked to Nicki's television set. He put the DVD in, and hit play. It was a video of Vince & Naomi in the hotel window.
Safaree was furious by this point, and so was Nicki. Yeah, she knew about Vince beating Lauren but she didn't know he was messing with Naomi too.
"Turn it off." Safaree said barely above a whisper.
"Naw man. Watch yo bitch!" Ziare said as Safaree jumped up to charge him but Nicki jumped in front of him.
"Please. Sit down, and relax for me. I will make him leave." She said turning around. "Ziare, you got to go."
"That's cool." He said smirking. "But both of yall might want to go to the clinic though. Vincent is HIV positive, and has two more STDs. Get tested. Bye."
"What in the hell you mean!?" Nicki said screaming at Ziare.
"Don't say shit to me Onika. I just thought you should know." Safaree wiped his eyes at the sight before him. Nicki had pinned Ziare against a wall and was choking him. It looked as if he was slowly loosing conscience.
"Let. Me. Go." He said slowly gasping for air.
"Naw, You punk bitch. I warned yo ugly ass last time but I see you want to take me.... Nakia as a joke." Safaree stood up. He heard the name Nicki said and didn't understand why she had said it until he thought.
Safaree's mind raced back to when he had first started getting to know her. He had a run in with this famous Nakia. He knew her better than anyone around Nicki. He knew that blank stare that them eyes could give him. He should have know, he should have know.
"Nakia....." Safaree said slightly above a whisper. She turned around, and he saw that stare. "Please. Let him go, and allow Nicki to come back. No one is going to harm her, I got this. Let me, and Nicki handle this one."
"You can't handle shit!" She said in a snarly tone to him. "I tried to lay back, and let you make Nika happy.... Now, you watch me handle this."
"Give me one more chance Nakia. I'm begging you. Please." She looked at him and stiffened up again. She let Ziare go.
"Ziare just leave me alone. I can handle my life and Nicki's life. Just let me handle it man." Safaree said looking at him.
"Cool. You can have that crazy bitch. I ain't got time for her ass anyway." Safaree laughed and smirked. He looked at Nicki.
"Good." He said in response.
Nicki looked at Ziare walk out of the room, about a minute later she heard the door open and close. Safaree sat down on the bed with his face in his hands. Nicki slowly began to walk toward him. She lifted his chin, and wiped his tears. She straddled him, and looked him in the eyes.
"I know that was a hard situation for you not to pound on him but I thank you." She said in a soft tone. Safaree laid back pulling her with him.
"I couldn't put you in danger..... After all you are pregnant."
"Yeah, I know." Nicki said lying her head on his chest. There was silence for a while until Safaree spoke up again.
"We do need to go to the clinic and get tested. You having HIV can effect the baby..... Plus we need to get into a therapy session with Dr. Morrison. I heard that lady is like the Martha Stewart of the hood with couple problems." Safaree looked down, and noticed that Nicki was sleeping soundly, and was lightly drooling on his Versace shirt. At first he wanted to jump up but he decided to just let her sleep. He closed his eyes and allowed her to rest just as well as he was.
Safaree felt a light pinch in the center of his arm, and he jumped right out of his sleep.
"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!?" He yelled, as two other guys held him still. "What is this shit!?! Mama!!?!?!? HELP!!!!!! NICKI!!!!!" He continued to yell. Nicki came up the stairs with a pickle, yogurt, and mustard sandwich. She looked at Safaree.
"Shut up. You sound like a girl dawg." Nicki said taking a bite of the sandwich. "They are doctors from a clinic here. They chose to do a house run for our tests that we needed to take." Safaree watched the doctor finished drawing blood from him. He looked at the gauze, and pink tape the doctor put on the middle of his arm.
"We will be in contact with you Mrs. Samuels." The doctor said walking out of the room.
"Did he just call you Mrs. Samuels?" Safaree asked sitting up.
"Yes. They would only do a home run if I said we was married." Safaree looked at her.
"Oh."
"Well I think that I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed."
"You going to bed?"
"Yeah, I have some interviews tomorrow, a photoshoot with Ebony magazine, and studio with Jay Z." Safaree automatically went into protective mode.
"You don't think you are doing too much. You need to rest for the baby."
"Oh my god. Here you go." Nicki said. "I did it with Allianna and she turned out just fine. This baby will be no different."
"No. You will rest. As a matter of fact I will be with you tomorrow because on a full schedule you always forget to eat and..... What is that smell?"
"I dont smell anything." Safaree sniffed around and his nose landed right next to Nicki's plate.
"What is on that sandwich?"
"Sweet and Sour Pickles, Mustard, and Strawberry Banana Yogurt."
"Ewwwww!!!!" Safaree said jumping up.
"It's good." She said poking her lips out.
"Sure it is Purf." Safaree said putting on his hat.
"Wow....."
"What?"
"You haven't called me Purf in a long time!" Nicki said smiling and rubbing her stomach. She put her plate on her night stand.
"I know. It has been a...." before Safaree could finish his sentence all he saw was a messy bun moving past him at lightening speed. He heard the bathroom door slam, and heard Nicki throwing up her guts.
"I'll see you tomorrow... Be here at eight..... Bring me breakfast too." She said throwing up more in between her talking.
"I swear you the only person to talk while throwing up. You okay?"
"Yes.... I'm perfect. BYE!" She yelled. Safaree smiled slowly as he walked out of the house. He loved that woman but that wad only..... Some of the truth.
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Okay guys. I hope yall enjoyed. Comment & Much Love- Nae.
