Alcohol & Getting Popped

Safaree was in route back to Nicki and His house. He was going to think of a plan to get her to leave but then he thought about it. He didn’t need a plan to get her to leave with him. He would have to boss up on Nicki and tell her what she was going to do regardless of her attitude. He wasn’t going to let her be hurt, just because he was mad. Safaree turned down their street, and again his heart beat increased. He knew he was walking gasoline and Nicki was the match. He was prepared to hear whatever she had to say, and the names he knew he was going to be called. Safaree pulled up to the house and parked in the driveway. He looked around for Nicki’s car but didn’t see it. He thought she was gone until he saw a dim light coming from what was her bedroom. Safaree sat there in the car just staring at her window.
Nicki was in her room, in her pink pajamas eating Butter Pecan ice cream. She looked over at the closet; Nicki was watching “Waiting to Exhale”, it was on the part where Bernadine Angela Bassett’s character tore up her husband’s clothes, and set his car on fire. Nicki got up from the bed. She had been crying for the past twenty minutes. She put the ice cream tub on the nightstand and walked into the closet. Nicki looked at Safaree’s clothes. His jeans, shirts, jackets, sweaters. She then looked at all his Jordan’s, and Nikes he had in there. Nicki started to think about how Safaree & Naomi looked hugged up. That vivid picture in her mind killed Nicki slowly. She started to cry harder, and harder. Nicki reached up and pulled some shirts down forcefully. She pulled all of his jeans down. She picked them up from the closet floor and threw them on the bedroom floor. She went down stairs and got the Clorox Bleach. On her way back up the stairs Nicki grabbed the Conjure Cognac from the fridge. She grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. Nicki started to cry harder at the picture in her mind.
Safaree saw the lights coming on throughout the house. He took a deep breath and got out of his car. He slowly walked up the walkway and to the door. When he reached it he took his key out and inserted it into the key hole. He turned the knob slowly as he stepped over the threshold. He saw a reddish liquid going up the stairs. He followed the trail all the way up. He saw it leading to Nicki’s room.
“What the fuck is she doing?” Safaree asked himself. He started to hear little whimpers and cries. He put his head against the door.
“Why is he doing this to me? I love him, I need him, and I don’t want to live without him. I know that I was wrong God. I know that I shouldn’t have been going to see Ziare. I had a good man in my life. I treated him wrong. I kept things from him. Give me guidance on what to do. I Need Safaree. He is the love of my life. I want to marry him. I want to have him in my life. God, I’m asking you please bring him back to me. Give me another chance to be with him. Please. Amen.” Safaree listened to Nicki’s prayer. He knew he was still a little upset, and was going to need a break from her but right now he needed to get her to safety. A stench of bleach hit Safaree’s nose.
“What has she done?” he said to himself. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He saw Nicki lying down on the floor in a fetal position with the empty Cognac bottle sitting under her left arm. He knew that he was in for it because Nicki got emotional when she was drunk. Safaree eyes followed over to the pile of clothes; His clothes to be exact. He didn’t know what would make her bleach all of them. But Safaree didn’t really care about her doing it. Most men would be cussing and fussing by now but he didn’t have an ounce of anger at her over the damage done.
“Nicki get up. We have to leave.” Nicki jumped up from the floor looking at him.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to get you. There is a lot that is supposed to happen. We have to leave L.A. and get to New York.”
“Safaree what the hell. I’m not going anywhere.” Safaree looked at her then walked in the closet and got the luggage bags. He grabbed some of her jeans & shirts. He grabbed three pairs of her Jordan’s and got his jewelry. He threw the bag out of the closet, and Nicki watched it slide across the floor. She sat on the bed. Safaree got the other bag and went to the back of the closet. He lifted up the carpet piece, and put the code in on the safe. He was moving fast, putting the stacks in the bag and zipped it up. He got up from the floor and put the square carpet cut out back on it spot. He walked into the room to see Nicki sitting on the bed.
“Why are you just sitting there? Get up and put on your shoes. We have to go. Call Tyesha and Mama Maraj and tell them to go to the airport.” Nicki popped her lips at him and sat there.
“NOW ONIKA!!” Nicki jumped at his tone, and it strangely turned her on.
“Okay Damn.” Safaree walked out of the room into the hallway. He lifted Nicki’s Platinum Plaque and put the code in on the safe. He pulled out the stacks that was in that one, then pulled out the Beretta Bu9 Nano 9x19mm Parabellum that he had in there. He had purchased the gun for safety since Nicki had made it big. He heard Nicki telling Mama Maraj and Tyesha to get to the airport. He walked back into the room. Nicki eyes got big as she saw the gun on SB’s side.
“SB What the fuck?”
“It’s to keep us safe. Put on your shoes.”
“I told your black ass I’m not going anywhere.” Safaree looked at her and walked into the closet. He grabbed her black Fendi boots. He turned around and walked up to her. He reached around her and took the handcuffs out of the nightstand drawer. He pushed Nicki down on the bed. He climbed on top of her, and cuffed her hand to the headboard. He then got up and caught one of her legs that she was swinging wildly. He put the boot on, then got the other and did the same.
“Tyesha and My mom said okay.”
“Thank You for calling them.”
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.” Nicki knew that she wanted him back but she had to play hard for right now. Safaree got the bags and unhooked Nicki from the headboard.
“Let’s go.” Nicki stood there with her arms folded.
“NOW! Get to stepping.” Nicki snarled at him and walked out the room door. Safaree turned the lights off as he walked by each of them. When they got to the front door Nicki turned around and looked at Safaree.
“I’m sorry Safaree.”
“Look Nicki, I know but right now we don’t have time for that.”
“I’m trying to apologize and you want to tell me that?”
“Not now Onika. I’m going against time.” Nicki walked out of the door, and Safaree walked out behind her shaking his head. He put the bags on the porch so he could lock the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” A man’s voice said putting a gun to Safaree’s head.
“SAFAREE!!!!” Nicki screamed.
“Calm down baby” Ziare said gripping Nicki’s hair in his hand. He held her with a gun to her stomach. Safaree stood still at the door. Safaree looked at Jake, and then down to the gun that was tucked in his own jeans.
“Don’t even try it Safaree” Ziare said pulling Nicki by her hair, walking up to them. Ziare took SB’s gun.
“Open the door, and get in the house.” Safaree did what he was told. He could hear Nicki crying, and this hurt him. But Safaree knew that he was going to get himself and Nicki out of this. He was prepared for this because he knew that Ziare was going to strike quicker that what Deon told him. It was only a matter of time. Safaree learned a little of Spanish back in 10th grade because of Nicki. He didn’t it so that they could communicate in situations like this had they got in one.
“Vamos a llegar a bebe’ con vida. Solo confia en mi, te tengo” Safaree whispered and Nicki heard him.
“Yo confio en ti” Nicki said back wiping her tears. They walked into the house, and Safaree was prepared for war.
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1st) I hope that you guys didn’t expect this to be a sexual chapter by the title. Just Saying.
What do you think of this? Do you think that Deon might have lied to Safaree? What do you think will happen next? Will somebody get hurt? Will Nicki & Safaree be found? Mhmm. Looks like a problem has erupted. Ima be waiting on your comments because I know you guys are about to be ruthless. Well hit the white box below like you always do and tell me how you feel. I Love You Guys!!! Team Minaj Til The Death Of Me!!!!
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