Jholee & Kiandre, page 6
Octavia smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Jholee, don’t believe her. A real man is going to wait however long you want them to. Trust.”
“And Major ain’t a real man, he a hood nigga,” Riley quipped.
Jholee scrunched her face up at Riley’s face. She was getting ready to respond when her phone vibrated in her pocket and she quickly took it out, thinking that it was Dre, but it was Major.
Maj: Hey beautiful. Since you don’t work tonight, can I take you to see a movie?
Can it be a late movie? Jholee responded.
Maj: Aight bet, mama. I’ll come pick you up at nine. Stay sweet.
That text message made her smile wide. She needed to get out instead of being in the house cooped up thinking about Dre’s square head ass.
“Babe, you need a ride home?” Octavia asked Jholee as she was gathering her things to leave.
“Nah, I have somewhere else to go before I go home,” Jholee responded.
Octavia squinted her eyes. “Where?”
Jholee didn’t say anything because she still hadn’t told either of them about her interaction with Dre. After Octavia realized that she wasn’t going to get an answer from Jholee, she got up from the table and left the pair.
“I’m going to get out of here, Riley. I’ll talk to you later.”
She nodded her head while looking at her phone. Jholee slid out the chair and walked outside. She put in for an Uber and just her luck, there was one in the vicinity. Once the Uber was there, she got in the back and put her seatbelt on. The ride there was quiet, and she was thankful that her Uber driver was not talkative because she needed to get her thoughts together. She didn’t know what she was going to say to him, but she didn’t think it would be anything pretty. Kiandre was the first person that made her want to really snap. Once the Uber pulled up to Sins, her heart rate started to escalate. She eased out of the car and took a deep breath. She walked in the store and the music was loud and instead of Kiandre being behind the desk, it was the short-haired girl that was supposed to be at the desk the first time Jholee came. Jholee stared at the girl for so long, that she decided to say something.
“Can I help you with something?”
She got closer to the desk and the girl’s name tag read ‘Chey.’ She leaned over the desk and whispered, “I am here to check on an application.”
“Application? Name?” she said and started typing into the computer without looking at the girl.
“Jholee Marshall.”
“Your name is not in here, Jholee Marshall.”
“Um, that can’t be right. I was just here a couple of weeks ago with Dre and we went over it.”
Chey’s eyes peered over the computer and looked at the girl staring back at her. “I’m sorry, who?”
Chey wasn’t a damn fool. She knew that Jholee couldn’t have been talking about anybody but TK, but she wondered why did she call him Dre? Nobody knew TK real name but people that were close to him. He never introduced himself as ‘Dre’ or ‘Kiandre’ or none of that. It’d always been TK. Hell, Chey was even more offended because she didn’t know Kiandre’s real name until she saw it on his degree in his office, and that was six months after they had made everything official between them.
“Dre. Um, Kiandre. He’s tall. Brown skin. Gold fangs…” Jholee paused and thought about how they made her lady parts tingle.
Chey caught the smirk on her face when she mentioned TK’s gold fangs. All the hoes loved them damn fangs, when he would really look like a ghetto Dracula if they were just a little longer.
“You mean, TK?” Chey asked for clarification, trying to contain her anger.
She knew that TK was on the verge of leaving her alone for good if she ain’t get her anger in check, but TK didn’t know how crazy he made her. He was always so laid back and that’s another reason why it made girls fall in love with him easily. She wanted to know the reason why this bitch standing before her was calling her nigga by his government name and not the name that everyone in the hood knew him as. Jholee’s brows furrowed together because she realized that she had just heard that name from Riley.
“No. I don’t know a TK. The guy that was here told me his name was Dre,” Jholee said, sensing that a problem was on the horizon.
Chey started to seethe. No one called TK, Dre. Nobody.
“Hold on,” Chey hissed, before snatching her cell phone up, and went to the back to join her sister who was doing something on her laptop.
“What’s good? Who’s that bitch?” Chas asked, who was now looking at the cameras.
“I don’t know, but I’m about to find out. Bitch came in here looking for Dre,” Chey said and dialed TK’s phone number.
“Who the fuck is Dre?” Chas asked her big sister.
“Bitch, Kiandre!” Chey hissed, getting frustrated that TK was taking so long to answer the phone.
“Who the hell calls him Dre?”
“Chas! Stop asking me…” Chey paused when she heard TK’s loud ass music come on the speaker.
“Yo,” TK answered the phone.
“TK. Why is a bitch here asking for Dre?” Chey spoke through gritted teeth.
Before TK could even open his mouth and say anything, Chey started yelling.
“TK, do you fucking know this bitch? I’m asking you one last time. Well, I know you know the hoe because she’s calling you by your first fucking name. Nobody calls you by your first fucking name, not even ya fucking mama! You fucking this—wait a minute. Is this the hoe you was with while I was in Vegas!?”
“Chey, don’t bother that girl,” TK sighed, knowing that his statement was falling on deaf ears.
“Ohhh, so this isssss her? Bet, nigga. You ain’t gon’ be able to recognize this hoe when I’m done with her!” Chey yelled.
“Cheyenne if you—”
Before TK could finish his sentence, Chey had hung up on him. Chey walked back out to the front with a straight face. Jholee was very unsuspecting because the back room was soundproof, and she couldn’t hear Chey hollering at TK. She walked around the desk and stood in front of TK. Jholee could see the look of anger on her face, but she didn’t know why Chey was mad.
Chey grabbed the bridge of her nose and chuckled. “Jholee, I’m going to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth.”
Chey shifted from side to side ready to pop off if she didn’t get the answer that she wanted.
“Jholee, have you and TK… Dre, ever fucked?”
“What?” Jholee gasped. “No-no-no, we have not. I’m not sure what he told you, but I was here to—” Whap
Jholee’s sentence was cut off by Chey punching her square in her nose. Chey took off on an unsuspecting Jholee and started beating her ass. Chey grabbed a handful of Jholee’s hair and brought her down to the floor and started hitting her as hard as she could.
“TK ain’t told you that his bitch was crazy, huh?” Chey questioned Jholee as she rained punches down on her face.
Jholee was doing all she could to block the punches, but they were coming so fast. She was screaming for her life. She had never been in a fight in her life, so she was afraid that this wild animal was going to kill her.
“Move your hands bitch! You bad enough to fuck my man, but not bad enough to get your fucking ass beat!” Chey screamed and started punching her even harder.
Chas came from the back and saw her sister beating the girl’s ass. Chas pulled her sister off her the girl, but not before Chey kicked Jholee in her head, knocking her completely unconscious.
“What the fuck, Chey!?” Chas hissed.
“We got to get her out of here,” Chey said, and started putting Jholee’s things on her back.
Chey grabbed her arms and Chas grabbed her legs. They took Jholee’s body to Chey’s car and sped out of the parking lot. It was times like this when she was happy that Sins was damn near in the middle of nowhere. Chey drove up the road towards the gas station. She turned the lights off on her car and pulled up to the ditch.
“Chey, what if this girl is dead?” Chas nervously asked her sister.
“She ain’t dead. She just knocked out and she gon’ know not to fuck with TK ever again,” Chey responded.
Chey got out the car and drug Jholee’s unconscious body out of the car and dumped her in the ditch along with her bags. Chey jumped back in her car and sped back to Sins like nothing had happened.
Hours later, Jholee was trying to open her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything. Her body felt as if she had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler. Everything burned and all she could do was groan from pain. Joe-Lee was sitting in the corner staring at his baby’s body when he saw her trying to move. He hobbled over to her as quick as he could. He scooted the chair up to her bedside and stared at his damn near unrecognizable baby girl.
“Baby girl. It’s your father,” Joe-Lee said, wanting to touch his baby’s face, but it was so swollen, and he didn’t want to cause her any more pain.
“Dad? Why can’t I see? Dad. I can’t see. Everything is black!” Jholee moaned through her swollen lips. She tried to open her mouth a little wider, but it hurt too bad to do so.
“Calm down, baby. Please. Your eyes are swollen shut. Baby, please calm down. Who did this to you? Huh? Tell me who did this to you?” Joe-Lee stressed.
“What happened?” Jholee groaned from the sudden headache that she got.
“Some lady saw you laying in a ditch baby and luckily she was a nurse on her way to work. She called the ambulance. You don’t have any brain damage, thank God, but you do have a concussion and dislocated jaw. Baby, what happened? Please tell me what happened. Who did this you?”
She opened her mouth to speak again but winced in pain. “Dadddd,” Jholee whined. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Don’t be mad about what, sweetie? I could never be mad at you. Please tell me who did this to you?” Joe-Lee responded and started rubbing his hand softly through her hair.
Jholee was getting ready to tell her father what she had done until the door opened and closed.
“She’s awake!?” her mother screamed and ran over to Jholee’s bedside. “Baby, how are you feeling? I was so afraid—”
“Netta, she was about to tell me who done this to her,” Joe-Lee said to her.
The doctor came into the room moments later and started to assess Jholee’s injuries again. She had been in the hospital for a few hours and the swelling hadn’t gone down yet.
“Good evening, Ms. Marshall. I know that you can’t see me, but my name is Dr. Jenkins and I’ll be your doctor for the next few days. I’m sure your parents told you that you had a very serious concussion, but no brain swelling or bleeding. Thank goodness or we would be having a different conversation right now. Next to your concussion, your injuries were minor. You have any questions for me?”
Jholee slowly shook her head.
“Okay, I’ll let you get back to visiting with your family. I’m going to put this cord in your hand and whenever you need someone, pull it,” Dr. Jenkins said and put the cord in her hand.
As soon as the doctor left the room, Joe-Lee was back at his daughter’s bedside questioning her. “Baby, who did this to you? Please tell me!” Joe-Lee pleaded. He was getting ready to lose his mind.
“Jaylah, talk to your sister while I take your father outside and talk to him,” Netta said, completely ignoring Joe-Lee Jr. who was at his sister’s bedside as well.
Netta pulled her husband through the hospital door because she wasn’t sure where the conversation was about to take them. She didn’t want them to get kicked out of the hospital because she knew how Joe could act.
“I hope you ain’t pull me out here to yell at me about this somehow tying into my cheating on you, Netta. If you are, I’m here to tell you that you need to save it and I mean that shit, honestly. Now is not the fucking time for the bullshit,” Joe-Lee snapped.
“Joe-Lee—”
“Somebody did this to my baby, Netta! My fucking baby don’t bother no fucking body! She goes to school, work, and home. That’s it! She barely hangs with those friends of hers, and somebody fucked my baby up. She could have been killed. When I find out—”
“Mind your language out here, Joe,” Netta warned her husband, looking around to see people staring at the couple.
“Look, don’t scare her more than she’s already afraid now. She knows how you can be and… you just need to be her father right now. Worry about who did that to her later.”
“Netta. You do that shit. I’m finding out who did this shit to my baby and I swear to God… it’s fucking curtains for whoever.”
Joe-Lee walked back into the hospital, leaving Netta there with her thoughts. She was worried about how they were going to afford more medical bills because everything they did to Jholee wasn’t cheap. They had no insurance and she knew that this trip was going to take the rest of their savings. She didn’t know what they were going to do. And honestly, she wanted to tell Joe-Lee if he hadn’t fucked with that bitch, they wouldn’t be going through this right now. Everything did tie into him cheating on her. She took a deep breath and walked back into the hospital and the minute she approached the room, she heard Joe-Lee yelling.
“Ain’t gon’ be no mothafuckin’ questioning right now! Get the fuck outta here!” Joe-Lee yelled.
Netta walked in the room to see Joe-Lee yelling at two uniformed officers who were getting ready to arrest him for assault because he had his cane in his hand pointing it at them. Netta couldn’t believe the circus that she had walked in on.
“Sir, put the cane down. We just want to help your daughter, who looks very uncomfortable right now!” the first officer said. “We just came from talking to the nurse that found her body and we want to ask Ms. Marshall some additional questions. That’s it. Can you allow us to do our—”
“No!” Joe-Lee yelled. “Ain’t gon’ be no questioning. I said it already and you have to listen to me. I am her parent.”
“According to the records, Ms. Marshall is an adult and can tell us if she wants us to leave,” the second officer said.
“Jholee, tell the officers that you do not want to answer any questions right now,” Joe-Lee instructed his daughter.
Jholee couldn’t believe that her father put her in the middle of it, but she knew how he felt about the police, so the decision for her was easy.
“No questions,” she whispered.
“Ms. Marshall, are you sure? We can help,” the female officer asked and stepped forward to place a comforting and reassuring hand on her leg, but Joe-Lee swiped his cane just above Jholee’s leg, barely missing the officer’s hand.
“Oh, that’s it! You are under arrest for assault on an officer. Down on the ground now!” the male officer said.
“Shit! I just got the message—what the hell is going on?” Conway asked as he walked in on the drama that had unfolded in Jholee’s hospital room.
“Down on the ground, now!” the male officer continued to yell.
“Man just get down, you know this pig probably trigger happy and ready to shoot you. Just get down. I’mma come bail you out!” Conway shouted.
This wasn’t Joe-Lee’s first run in with the law, so he wasn’t afraid in the slightest, but he didn’t want to get shot in his baby girl’s room. So, he eased down on the ground and placed his hands behind his head.
“I’m sorry baby girl. I’m so sorry. I’ll be right back,” Joe-Lee said to his daughter.
The male officer arrested Joe-Lee and both kids followed him out of the room.
“JoJo, I’m going to call your friends up here to sit with you while—”
“No. Don’t call anyone. Just go bail Dad out of jail, and come back please,” Jholee whispered.
“Okay, baby girl.”
Once the door was closed, Jholee started to whimper from pain, and embarrassment. She couldn’t see, and just from the commotion that just happened in her room, she knew that she would choose being deaf over being without her sight any day.
“Ms. Marshall, it’s Linda Cowell.”
“The police?” Joe-Lee whispered.
“Yes. Can you tell us who did this to you?”
She thought about it for a second and then shook her head. She didn’t want her dad mad at her. So, she shook her head.
“Okay, well, I’m going to leave my card with you and when you want to talk to me, please give me a call and I’ll have the culprit arrested for assault and attempted murder. You could have died Jholee,” the police officer said and left the room.
Once Jholee heard the door close, she sighed. Peace and quiet was what she really needed after all the commotion that happened in her room just a few minutes ago. She never thought that her first fight, she would be fighting over someone who was a pathetic liar and a womanizer. Kiandre, Dre, TK, or whoever he wanted to be called was playing two beautiful women and was trying to play Jholee as well. Jholee had to admit that he was charming because he had charmed her right into her first orgasm. She never wanted to see him again and she would just have to do what she had to do on her own, especially with her adding more medical bills to their long list of bills.
For the last three hours, TK had been calling around every hospital to see where Jholee was, and each hospital was protecting that information to the death of them until he changed his approach. Once he said that he wanted to send the room some flowers, he was able to get the room number and find out that she was at St. Vincent’s. That was clutch because he knew the security guard that worked there. When Chey called him and told him that Jholee was looking for him, he was in Tampa making some moves. He was thankful that he was in his Audi because he floored it back to Jacksonville, and he still felt like he wasn’t driving fast enough.
The first place he went was to Sins, so he could watch the camera and see what happened. Chas nor Chey could bother the camera info because it used a specific login. Once he made it there, he logged in and saw that Chey had tried to log in seven times until she was locked out. He used his information and logged in. He watched Jholee come in with a scared look on her face. TK got pissed that Chey said his nickname. He saw when Chey went to the back and called him, and when he saw Chey jump on her, he had to shake his head. Jholee didn’t even fight her back. All she did was cover her face, but that didn’t help. TK had never been so heated in his life. After he saw Chas and Chey drag her body out of the store, he logged out of the computer, locked Sins up, and headed to his house. He knew that she was going to be waiting for him.
