11. Kachella
Chapter Eleven
KACHELLA
After finishing my set, I made my way to the back of the club. I desperately needed some water and to call it a night. I got so high before coming into work. When it was my time to perform, I had twisted my ankle about three times. I limped on my way back to the locker room.
“You got a visitor, Mrs. Perfect.” I ignored Dime and focused on making it to my private locker room.
Bitches like her stayed mad that her time had expired.
She was no longer considered the baddest bitch in the club.
My huge locker room was once hers and now that I was the biggest cash cow in this place, she hated me for it.
Hakeem must have come to his senses. It has been two weeks since I spoke with him or saw him.
I would try to reach out to see how he was doing, and he would just send me straight to voicemail.
I missed him a lot, the things he said to me that night of catching me doing cocaine stuck in my head like glue.
I really didn’t know why I currently did the shit that I did do.
Now I felt like I was stuck inside of a lifestyle that I no longer wanted.
The family dinner that Mattea and I went to turned into a dinner from hell.
I said some slick shit to my father, and he lost his cool.
He blamed Mattea and in return she blamed me.
None of us were talking and now I had to do the very thing that I never wanted to do and that was rely on Tre.
I was now staying in his three-bedroom apartment along with all his hoes.
I got to see the real him and I didn’t like it one bit.
He started to pressure me and take half of my money that I earned from the club.
I feel like in the past two weeks, I was doing way more drugs then normal just to get myself in the mood to even deal with Tre.
I slept in the room with him but just knowing hoes was in and out of the house and they didn’t like me for shit had me uncomfortable.
I didn’t like how Tre referred to me as their soon to be madam, I wanted no parts of that shit.
I hoped like hell, Hakeem was in the next room waiting for me.
This would be my chance to ask him for help.
I needed a place to stay and this time, I didn’t want it to be at my father or sister house.
If I could stay with my best friend I would, she lived with her man and she didn’t like any other females around him because of her own insecurities.
I sighed and opened the door to my locker room and cringed at the sight of Tre standing there with a mug on his handsome light face.
“The fuck was that shit on the stage bitch?” he cocked his head sideways and I could see the cocaine stuck up in his nostrils. Tre was on one and I didn’t have time for the extras. I ignored him and sat in my vanity chair, removing my eight-inch stiletto’s.
“I ain’t know you was coming to the club to baby sit me Tre.” I spoke in a sarcastic tone and chuckled as I threw a heel on the floor and massaged it feeling some sort of relief.
“Bitch that ain’t what I asked you? I talked to the manager, you gone make this shit up tomorrow.
One of my hoes got busted and tomorrow is hair day.
I need those extra ends for them hoes to get their hair done tomorrow na’mean.
” He stepped closer to me as I took the other heel off and looked at him like he was crazy.
“I don’t know what you mean Tre. I don’t work tomorrow so that’s not going to work.
” I didn’t know why all of a sudden, he was making it a habit to ask me for fucking money.
When we got together, he was all about giving me things.
He reached up and yanked me hard by my ponytail damn near snapping my fucking neck.
I wanted to yell and fight back but the coke had me feeling numb as hell.
“Listen, you spoiled ass bitch! If you don’t bring your ass in tomorrow and make double, I’m gone put my size twelve snakeskin gators up ya ass.
You on stage looking strung the fuck out, breakin’ ya fuckin’ ankles and shit!
You start fucking up with stripping yo’ ass going on the track.
” He released the hold he had and popped me in the back of the head.
I was so angry, I felt like snapping but wouldn’t dare try to stand toe-to-toe with Tre.
I saw him beat one of his hoes the other day to damn near death.
His personality was up and down, he never hit me, but he got very aggressive when we had a disagreement.
“I made triple tonight even with me tripping on my own feet with these new heels you got me! Maybe if you didn’t make me get so high before coming into work, I could fucking focus!
” I finally found my voice and yelled, while standing up and placing my hands on my hips.
Tre looked at me with pure hate, evil lurked in his eyes.
“Bitch what the fuck you say to me?” His voice hit a low octave and the pit of my stomach grew tight.
“All I’m saying Tre is-,”
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The hits were coming so fast all I could do was lay on the floor and ball up to try my best to protect my face.
“Bitch you too fuckin’ mouthy! I’m gon’ teach you a lesson, you been needing to learn!”
“I’m sorry Tre, please don’t hit me anymore.
I’ll come into work tomorrow, I promise.
” I sobbed out lowly. At a time like this, I shouldn’t have been worried about the other strippers hearing me on the other side of the door.
I just knew them hoes was happy and wanted to hear me plead for my life, so I refused to give them the satisfaction.
My eyes were blurry, but I could see Tre fumbling with his Louis Vuitton belt.
Once he had it from around his waist, I balled up again and tried to protect my face.
The first couple of blows hurt so bad it made the rest of the blows feel numb against my half-naked flesh.
In my mind, I pictured my dad and mom along with my siblings smiling and loving on me unconditionally.
My father popped up in my head the most because I now understood why he was harder on me and Mattea.
He spoke life into us daily even when he battled with his own mental problems. He always treated us like royalty and went hard for us.
I now knew that everything he said and did was to prevent us from ever stepping into the big ugly world and getting done like I was getting done now.
With every hit Tre delivered, my self-esteem, my courage and knowledge broke.
I knew I was supposed to learn lessons in life but this one I never saw coming.
I should’ve been more smarter and knew once I found out that Tre was a pimp, he’d never respect me as a woman.
Tre and I were from two different worlds.
I was attracted to his thugged out persona, but the cold reality hit me like a ton of bricks.
I could feel myself in and out of consciousness, I could also feel Tre on top of me pushing his dick at a rapid pace inside of me.
I knew I was in and out because everything kept moving fast. At one moment I was laid out getting whipped, the next I was getting fucked raw and rough.
Now I could feel the cold night air blowing against my battered flesh.
I was thrown on his leather seats like a sack of potatoes.
I wished like hell Hakeem was in the parking lot waiting for me to get to my car safely.
The next morning…
I woke up in agony, I refused to sit up because doing so would’ve caused more pain.
I knew Tre was in the room we shared because I could smell his cologne close by.
When I heard his voice, the same fear from last night returned.
“Kachella baby.” His calm and understanding tone was back as he came into view.
I wondered what time it was because he was now fully dressed like he had already been out for the day.
He had on his signature snake shoes, dress pants, and a silk button up shirt that was opened showcasing his six pack.
Tre was light skin with waves that dipped all over his head.
His goatee gave him a handsome mature grown man.
“I apologize for last night I was on edge. Like I said, one of my hoes got busted, shit cost me more money than I thought. When I came to the club to tell you, I got so upset seeing you slipping and falling. I love you so much baby out of all these hoes you the one that go so hard. I ain’t like seeing you falling all over your own two feet.
You should’ve seen them hoes in the club.
Laughing at you and shit, you didn’t see what I saw babe.
That shit had me hot.” He took a seat at the edge of the bed, and I flinched a little as tears rolled out the corners of my eyes.
I wanted to badly believe Tre, but after last night he had me broken and questioning myself.
I felt like this was a punishment I needed for defying my father.
Tre knew me good. He knew how to use word play with me and manipulate shit to make me feel sorry for no one but him in a situation that he did wrong in.
“You ain’t got to be afraid baby, what I did last night wasn’t meant for you.
You just said the wrong things to me. To prove what I mean, you ain’t gotta go working at that club for the rest of the week.
Let daddy spoil you to make up for what I did.
” He rubbed the small of my back and handed me a baggie of coke.
Tre not only beat me bad with a belt he raped me.
I never in my life endured something so evil and cold.
He promised not to do it again, but I knew for a fact he would.
The only reason he didn’t want me working the club tonight and for the rest of the week was because of how my face and body looked.
I had to end things now, if I didn’t, things would only get worse.
The first step was handing him back the baggie of coke.
I wasn’t that addicted, I liked how it made me feel and sometimes craved it when I got upset.
I also felt like I would need it as a boost of confidence before I hit the stage.
Right now, I wanted to remain sober to piece together a way to let him down easily.
“Tre, I think it’s best if I move back with my dad.
I just don’t want things turning sour and toxic for you and I.
” Abruptly moving his hands from rubbing the small of my back, he had a dark look in his eyes like he was about to turn back into the monster that beat and raped me.
I swallowed down hard and continued to look him in the eyes.
“You’re not leaving me Kachella.” He stood to his feet, staring down at me. If only he knew who my father was. He wouldn’t dare try to do all of what he was doing now.
“Tre, I’m not like those women on the other side of that door.
I have a family, a real family that loves me.
A father and a mother that will go to war behind me.
I can’t stay here with you because then you will get too comfortable with treating me how you treated me last night.
” His fist balled up at his sides and I knew that this wasn’t going to end well.
I thought to myself, Fuck it, I have to go out with a fight.
I tried to sit up and struggled through the pain.
Pulling the comforter down, I finally got a good look at myself.
I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes.
“Look what you’ve done to me Tre.” I whispered harshly as I examined my legs and stomach.
I had bruises and welts all over me like I had been jumped by multiple people.
My pussy was burning badly and aching like a hundred dicks had gone inside of me.
As I continued to examine myself, Tre stood before me laughing maniacally.
“Kachella, you really think you that bitch?” he shook his head and took a couple of steps closer until he was close enough to grab my chin.
“Look at you, you’re an average-looking bitch.
I got so many white tricks that will run through you and make my pockets fat.
I’ll admit you shitting on my other hoes, but ain’t shit special about you.
You so used to mommy and daddy spoiling your ass, it’s time for a change and I think it’s time for me to introduce your ass to that tonight.
I mean, this boyfriend, girlfriend shit just ain’t working for a nigga like me.
Here I am coming in here trying to be nice and then you act like you too good for my drugs and now you too good to stay here with me and my hoes. ”
He released my chin and walked away to rummage through his closet. He walked back out with police handcuffs and my eyes grew wide.
“I know all about breaking a bitch, and when I’m done breaking you, we gone touch the fucking sky.
” He gave me a wicked smile as he reached for my free hand.
I snatched away from him and tried to gain some control over the situation.
His fist drew back and knocked me in my jaw dazing me.
Snatching my hand up in his, he threw the cuff around my wrist and snatched my hand behind me almost breaking my arm in the process.
He locked the free cuff onto the bed pole behind me, I was in an uncomfortable position.
I truly had fucked up and I didn’t know how the hell I was going to get myself out of this.