Merci & Greyson, page 2
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
Exiting out of the automatic doors, a light, cool breeze hit my face as the sun beamed down. Once I made it to my car, I fumbled in my pocket for my keys that I had tucked in my front pocket.
Quickly getting in my car, I locked the doors as I reached and grabbed my purse up off of the floor board.
Fishing for my phone, that I had decided to leave in my purse, I began to search for Greyson’s number.
Listening to the phone ring in my ear, I tried to get my heavy breathing under control as I stuck the keys in the ignition. As I started my car, Nix stood in the middle of the doors and stared at me with an evil glare.
I continued to look him dead in the eyes even though he couldn’t see me because my windows were tinted. I pulled out of the parking spot, with the phone still to my ear, waiting for Grey to answer so that I could tell him and let him handle the situation.
Hearing Greyson’s voicemail kind of disappointed me because this was the wrong time for him not to be answering his phone.
As I drove, I ended the call and tried to call him again, yet and still, the same thing. Throwing my phone over in the passenger’s seat, I sped all the way home, as my mind began to work in overdrive from frustration.
After speeding to my home, I quickly parked and got out. Making my way up to my apartment, I unlocked the door and rushed inside.
“Merci, are you ok?” my cousin Chanel asked once I entered.
“Yea…I’m... I’m...” I couldn’t even finish before I broke down to my knees crying.
I was a fucking emotional mess. It was one thing to have a man to invade your personal space once, but for him to try to do it again was weighing heavy on me.
It just didn’t make sense to me why he felt the need to do this shit, even when I expressed to him no and that I was no longer interested in him.
I knew that I should have never fucked him again after the last time because it was like now he knew no boundaries.
I hated men like him. It was like they were vultures. They always disrespected women and felt like they could do whatever they wanted.
“Merci, what’s wrong?” Chanel rushed over to where I stood, quickly bent down on her knees and wrapped her arms around me as I wept.
Finally able to calm myself down, I wiped my wet face and looked up at her.
“Are you ok? What happened? Greyson told me you were gone to meet with a guy about buying a building. What happen from then to now?” she questioned, concerned.
“Nothing, it’s ok.” I slowly lifted myself up from the ground.
“You sure?”
“Yes. Let me just go to my room.” I raised my hand up.
She looked at me with concern as I tried to give her a faint smile. She still looked at me kind of skeptical as I walked off.
As I was making my way to my room, out came Breshia with a confused look on her face.
Shaking my head as she opened her mouth to most likely ask me the same thing that Chanel did, I stopped her from talking.
I just didn’t want to talk right now. What I wanted was Greyson, but he wasn’t answering my calls which also was something else that was worrying me.
2
Channel Perry
It had been about twenty minutes and Merci was still locked up in her room. My sister and I had been sitting on the sofa worried to death about her. We both had tried to come up with different scenarios as to what could be wrong with her. We even went as far as thinking that maybe she and Greyson had gotten into a fight or something.
“You want to go check on her?” Breshia nibbled on her bottom lip as she peeked over her shoulder, looking into the direction that led to Merci’s bedroom.
“Uhmm if you want. I’m kind of too scared to,” I admitted.
I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries and start getting on Merci’s nerves and have her sending us back to her mother’s house.
Being away from there was like breath a fresh air. It was now so relaxing because my sister and I no longer had to look over our shoulders, worried about Maranda’s boyfriend, James.
I never told anyone because I had been too afraid to, but the reason why I called Merci to come and get us was because the night before, I had just gotten out of the shower and he decided to burst up in there.
Nobody was there but me and him because my sister and Maranda had decided to go to Bingo. Leaving me in the house with his creepy ass.
“Ah,” I screamed as I tried my best to wrap myself in the towel.
“Oh, my bad.” James stood in the door, never budging.
“Get out,” I screamed at him, but he didn’t.
Instead, he stood there, looking me up and down as he licked his crusty black lips and ran his hand over his beaded-up hair on top of his head.
“Get out,” I yelled at him again as I gripped the towel tighter around my body.
Sadly, he didn’t get out. Instead he walked his way farther into the bathroom and made sure to lock it behind himself.
Panic and fear began to take over my body when he turned around and looked at me as if I was a fresh cooked meal.
“What are you doing? Get out now.” My voice shook as I watched him move in on me.
“Chanel, you’ve grown into such a pretty young lady. You do know that, right?” He reached and touched the top of my head, trying to play with a string of my hair.
I quickly slapped his hand back, which seemed to anger him.
“You and your sister parade around here like y’all don’t know what you be doing. Don’t you think it’s time you let somebody hit that? Better me than these little niggas on the streets who don’t care about y’all. I care about you. You know that,” he voiced, causing my skin to crawl.
It felt like the room was beginning to spin and close in on me, the more he began to get closer and closer.
I always knew that he was perv, but I had always hoped that my sister and I would be out of this house before he made a move on us.
“Move,” I yelled, not knowing whether I should hold the towel so that it wouldn’t expose my naked body, or fight him so that he would fall back and leave me alone.
“Don’t fight it. You fight it, it’ll hurt,” he stated, right as the sound of the front door closing alarmed him.
He quickly made his way out of the bathroom, leaving me to come crashing down with tears streaming out of my eyes.
“Chanel.” My sister tapped my on the leg causing me to shake my head and focus back on the topic at hand, Merci.
“Huh,” I answered.
Breshia squinted her eyes as she tilted her head from side to side looking at me.
“You ok?” she asked, and I nodded my head up and down.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“So, do you want to go check on her or not?” my sister asked, right as the front door to Merci’s apartment came booming open.
“Where the fuck is she?” Greyson came inside of the apartment, chest heaving up and down, looking pissed.
Following right behind him were his friends, Sawyer and I think Luca was the other person’s name, but I wasn’t really for sure.
I had heard of him and of course been in the same room as him a few times, but never did I really focus on his name.
“She’s in her room. Where else would she be?” I asked him, puzzled.
As he rushed to her room, the other two came and sat down on the sofa.
“Is everything ok?” I finally asked, seeing that I was pretty sure they knew more about what was going on than we did.
“Yeah, everything is good. We just got to handle some shit. That is all,” Sawyer spoke as he texted away on his phone.
“Uhmm ok. Like that is telling us anything, but ok,” my sister spoke, causing Luca to look up at the both of us.
“Do people ever get y’all mixed up?” he asked. With his eyes sitting low, he stared intensely at the two of us as if it was a magic trick and eventually one of us would disappear.
“No, because we look nothing alike,” my sister replied.
She had always been the one to say that shit, but I always thought that we looked just alike; the only difference was that she had a birthmark on the side of her neck.
“Bullshit. Y’all two mothafuckas look just alike,” he stated as he sat further back onto the sofa.
“But you”—he pointed at me—“you, it’s something about you that I like.” He winked at me causing my cheeks to become warm as I tried not to smile.
“Nigga you’re high and trippin’,” Sawyer butted in as he shook his head.
“You know damn well Merci is not going for that. She will kill you. How many times do I have to say that?” Sawyer told him, and Luca waved him off.
“You’re grown right?” He looked at me and my ass shook my head very quickly.
“Exactly. She fucking grown. Which means, she can do grown woman shit and Merci ain’t got no fuckin’ say so.” Luca was looking at Sawyer as he spoke the truth. I was grown and I could do what I wanted, but I would rather not disappoint Merci.
“My dude, you trippin’. Just know when Merci comes for your head, that also means Brynlee is right behind her. I want no parts,” Sawyer stated.
“That’s y’all problem now, scared of these women.” Luca laughed as the sound of Merci and Grey arguing caused us all to pause and get awkwardly quiet.
“We some nosey motherfuckas,” Luca added, which caused us all to burst out laughing.
Moments later, Merci came walking out of the room with Greyson right behind her.
“So, you told Brynlee what happened but you’re not going to tell me,” he expressed to Merci who looked like she was tired and didn’t want to talk about it.
“I told her, not knowing that she was going to call Sawyer. Matter fact, had you answered the phone like he had done for Brynlee then you would have known,” Merci shouted.
“Well that’s my cue to go.” Luca rose to his feet as his dreads hung lowly over his shoulders.
He wore an Adidas black track suit with the white lines on the side and a pair of all-white Adidas on his feet. His dreads were neatly twisted, and his scent lingered as he walked off.
“Yeah, I agree.” Sawyer also got up and followed behind Luca as they headed towards the front door.
While the boys walked to the door, I couldn’t ignore Merci and Greyson arguing. I hated that they were getting into it about whatever had happened to Merci earlier.
Feeling light taps on my thigh, I looked towards my sister, who also bore the same worried expression as me.
“What you want me to do?” I mouthed to her, because she had nodded towards Grey and Merci as if I knew what to do or if I was going to get up and step in the middle of the two of them. I felt like that wasn’t my place and I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.
“How about you just leave. I don’t want to talk about this shit no more,” Merci shouted.
“The fuck is your issue Merci?” Greyson balled his face up as Merci stood before him with an aggravated expression painted on her face.
“You know what, fuck this shit. You are making it worse than it has to be when you can just talk to me about it.” Greyson threw his hands in the air and walked away from Merci.
Merci turned on her heels and headed towards her room, leaving me and my sister confused by all of the chaos that was going on.
“Well that didn’t go how I thought it was going to go. I wonder why Merci is so upset?” My sister stood to her feet and began walking off.
“Who knows.” I shrugged. “I think we should talk to her about it tomorrow, once everything calms down,” I continued.
My sister agreed. Walking off, she headed to the room that we shared. I was now left in the living room by myself and I figured, why not enjoy some TV or something?
As I sat on the sofa watching a movie, there were knocks on the door, and I figured it was Greyson coming back to talk to Merci and make things better.
Getting up, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was Luca.
“Did you forget something?” I questioned.
“Yeah, your number.” He smirked, gliding his tongue across his pink lips.
I chuckled at his gesture because it had kind of caught me off guard. Tilting my weight a little to the right, I crossed my arms across my chest as I bit down on my lip.
I could never deny the fact that Luca was fine as hell, but I knew that Merci would never approve of this. She was very adamant on us not dating or talking to guys until we had our shit together. How could I blame her though? I was in no predicament to be trying to talk to anybody right now.
“You know Merci is not having that,” I told him.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” He winked at me causing my heart to flutter and for everything that Merci had said to me to go out of the door.
“I don’t know.” I pondered as I looked over my shoulder as if Merci was going to pop out at any minute.
“Man, come on. Stop playing with me. Let me change your life.” He stepped farther into the house and the smell of weed and whatever cologne that he had on creeped up my nose and caused my head to spin.
Now standing right in his face, I looked up into his hooded brown eyes and he smiled, showing off his pretty ass smile.
The feeling that was going through my body, I couldn’t fight it. I just couldn’t. I had to test the waters. So, I decided to give Luca my number and prayed that Merci didn’t find out.
“Give me your phone.” I rolled my eyes and put my hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.
Luca dug into his pocket, pulled his phone out and handed it to me. Without even thinking twice about it, I keyed my number into his phone and handed it back to him.
“What is going on here?” Merci asked from behind me, and I immediately froze. The look on my face would have given us both away; luckily my back was to her.
“Nothing sis, I forgot my phone, that’s all,” Luca butted in.
“Oh ok. Well did you get it?” Merci walked over and stood beside me as I tried to fix my face and play it cool.
“Yeah, your fine ass cousin gave it to me.” He winked at me and I found myself blushing.
“Boy get the hell out of my house.” Merci pushed him out of her house and closed the door.
Once she locked the door, she turned towards me and crossed her arms, as her lips poked out.
“What?” I threw my hands in the air.
“He is the no good one out of the group. Do not talk to him Channel. I am not playing,” she warned.
“Really Merci?”
“Yes, really Channel. I know that it’s really easy for y’all to fall for these men out here. But I want you and your sister to focus on yourselves and get your shit together before you try to give a nigga your time,” she fussed.
Merci had been telling us this since we got here and I totally understood where she was coming from but gosh, my sister and I were grown.
“I understand Merci,” I replied dryly.
“Good.” She uncrossed her arms and walked towards the kitchen.
I watched her from where I stood as she pulled out an already open bottle of wine and poured her a glass.
She then walked into the living room and plopped down, letting out a deep sigh.
“Is everything ok?” I asked her as I made my way over and sat down next to her.
Merci looked like she was deep in thought as she swirled the wine around in her glass before taking a sip.
“No, everything is not ok,” she said after she took a big gulp of her drink.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Sighing, Merci lifted her hunched shoulders and turned towards me.
“So today, when I went to meet the guy about buying the building, it was my ex. The same one that had tried to fucking rape me, but Grey whooped his ass.” She paused as she turned and looked back out into the room, zoned out.
“Did he touch you?” My heart began to race as I began to feel for her. I mean, no James didn’t get a chance to rape me, but I knew how it felt to feel violated.
“I mean, almost. He threw me on the ground and just made me feel like a pile of shit. I felt worthless. I felt powerless and I didn’t like it,” she confessed.
“So why were you and Greyson arguing?” I questioned her, confused.
“Greyson has a way of getting really angry. I didn’t want him to go out and do anything crazy behind the shit,” she replied.
“I mean, yes Nix deserves his ass beat but I’m pretty sure he and the boys were going to do way more than that…” Merci’s voice trailed off then she got really silent.
“Why didn’t you just tell him?”
“I had tried to call him when it first happened, and he didn’t answer. I didn’t want him to find out from someone else, but it just happened like that.” She huffed.
“I don’t know… I don’t even know how the shit escalated the way that it did. I think I was just mad about what happened with Nix and he was just mad that he wasn’t able to save me. It’s crazy and I don’t like this feeling. I know I should have just told him but after I got off the phone with Brynlee and actually thought about it, I just didn’t want him to go out and do something stupid,” she finished.
“I don’t know much about relationships, but I think you should just call him and talk to him. Explain it to him,” I expressed, and she nodded her head, gulped down the rest of her drink then got up without saying another word.
As I sat on the sofa, my phone dinged. Thank God for Merci paying me and my sister’s phone bill since we moved in with her or I would have been without one.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I unlocked my phone and saw that it was from a number that wasn’t saved. I already knew who it was before I even opened the message.
As I read over his message, I looked over my shoulders, paranoid that Merci was going to pop out of nowhere and catch me texting him.
Shaking my head, I nibbled down on my lips as I texted him back. Not really knowing exactly what I was getting myself into but whatever it was, I hoped it was all worth it. Especially since I was kind of going behind Merci’s back.
