by Tiece
“How the hell are we supposed to explain this?” Brooke cried out. Her heart was beating fast and she was scared as hell. No telling what else Quincy had up his sleeves.
“We ain’t explaining shit!” he said as he grabbed Brooke up by her hair. He slapped her around for a few seconds before saying, “This is all your fault. If you wouldn’t have left me hanging this week not knowing what to think this shit wouldn’t have happened.”
“Quincy please,” Brooke called out as Quincy grabbed her around the throat again.
“Bitch, I should’ve killed you a long time ago,” he said as he started strangling her. Brooke was able to see her purse out of the corner of her eye as she held on for dear life. She knew that Quincy would kill her for sure, and then set up the scene like she killed Rayne in a jealous rage, and then turned around and killed herself. But Brooke wasn’t going out without a fight.
Somehow, she was able to reach inside of her purse as the life nearly left her body. And with everything she had, she pulled the trigger on her small revolver gun. It sounded off, scaring Quincy a little as he let her go. For a minute, he had completely lost it but losing his life brought him back to reality as he jumped up off of her.
Brooke coughed hard, while trying to catch her breath but not one time did she take her hand off of the trigger. Finally, she was able to talk as Quincy stood there.
“You can leave here quietly, or you can leave in a body bag. Which would you prefer?” she asked as she held the gun in her hand.
“You do realize that this isn’t over, right?”
“Quincy, don’t push me!” Brooke shouted. “Leave now!” she screamed out.
Quincy grinned like he was unbothered, but inside he knew that if pushed, Brooke would do his ass. So, without further delay, he quietly made his exit.
Brooke sat on the floor feeling scared to death as she looked over at an unconscious Rayne laying there with blood trickling from her head. The first thought she had was to call 911, but in her mind she’d be the one going to jail for even being there. Then she decided to call Chase. Quickly she scratched that thought already knowing that Chase would definitely bury her if he knew the harm she’d put Rayne in.
Finally, she decided that there was only one thing left to do and that was to get her things and leave Rayne’s place like she’d never been there. If anything they’d think that an intruder was involved and if it was her lucky night, Rayne wouldn’t make it out alive to tell it.
Just as she grabbed her purse while stuffing her gun back inside of it, she ran for the front door. Only to be greeted by James who had just gotten there. As he came face to face with a frazzled looking Brooke, his eyes caught a glimpse of Rayne knocked out on the floor.
“Oh My God, Brooke. What have you done this time?”
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