Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
RHYAN
I’ve been doing everything in my power to keep my hands to myself since that last altercation. One whole week of restraint. But for some reason, one of the nurses keeps trying my patience. Every time I step out of Chauncey’s room, she keeps staring at me.
Not regular staring.
Not professional.
I low-key caught her the other day. She was making funny faces at me, and her little friends were laughing. They thought I hadn’t seen it.
I clocked it.
I put it on Chauncey. I bet these hoes won’t be laughing today after I get active with this hoe. I’m at a point in my life where I trust my instincts more than anything. My intuition has never lied to me, and it’s screaming that this bitch has had dealings with my husband.
The way she lingers.
The way she looks around his room like he belongs to her.
It’s disrespectful.
And I’m tired.
We might as well get this shit over with now and stop all the slick dissing and indirect shit. One thing about it, and two things for sure. I want this weak-ass bitch to know where I fucking stand today.
I promise I’m not trying to provoke a reaction, but she wants one from me.
And guess what… bitch, today is the goddamn day.
I gave her a pass a few days ago because there’s already been a lot of chaos due to Chauncey’s situation.
The police are snooping around, asking questions, and the undercover detectives are gathering information, too.
The less interaction I have with people, the better it is for everyone. I need the police to do their fucking job.
Simmy has Chauncey’s room heavily guarded, with security posted outside. So, if I go out for some fresh air, there’s always someone here to look after Chauncey. I’m confused about why this nurse is in his room right now.
Why does she keep touching his IV as if she’s adjusting something that doesn’t need it?
Chauncey’s security looks at me. I grill the shit out of him until he looks away.
It’s about to be a fucking problem. I need Simmy to replace this nigga ASAP because this bitch should not be here. Whatever the fuck I say goes at all fucking times until this nigga wakes his ass up.
I grabbed my phone to text Bianca.
I know she can calm me down before I pop off.
I’m still finna pop off.
Me-
Yo B, I’m finna up the score on one of Chauncey’s hoes.
I get a thrill from checking Chauncey’s hoes… It’s getting old, though. All these hoes think they mean something to Chauncey, but they don’t. I’m not sure I want him anymore. This is a lot; it’s becoming a weekly thing if I beat her ass today. I refuse to deal with shit like this.
Bianca texts me back fast as hell.
B-
Rhy, what’s going on?
Shit, the question is what’s not going on. These bitches never know their place with this nigga. As nosy as this bitch is, I’m sure she’s been snooping around. She knows I’m his wife. I checked her nicely the first time, but not this time. I’m taking the fucking gloves off. It’s up today.
I haven’t been gone that long. I went downstairs to the coffee shop to grab an espresso and a pastry.
This bitch must have been watching Chauncey’s room to see when I was leaving.
Chauncey’s room has cameras. I cannot wait to request the footage from his room to see exactly what she’s been doing while I was away.
Me-
Remember the nurse I was telling you about?
B-
Yes, what about the bitch?
Me-
She’s feeling froggy today, so I’m finna pop my shit and slide on a hoe.
B-
What did she do?
Me-
She’s in Chauncey’s room violating me. All I’m saying is if she is fucking with this nigga. Don’t invade my fucking space. However, since she wants to try me. I’m finna let this bitch know I’m the wrong bitch to try.
B-
Rhy, check that bitch, and don’t leave shit on the table; clear it. I’m finna pull up. How the fuck did she get past security?
Me-
I don’t know, but I want a bullet inside of this nigga’s head before dusk. Because, in a sense, I feel like he tried me too.
B-
I will holla at Simmy later and erase this last message above, please—no text trail.
Me-
Thanks for listening, B.
B-
Always, Rhy baby, the way you’re checking hoes behind Chauncey is great for TV. Shit, let me contact Mona Scott or Carlos King to put this shit in motion. You might as well move back home.
Me-
Nope, I will be glad when Chauncey wakes up. So, I can head back to TX.
I slide my phone back into my purse. The moment she tried to sneak into these quarters to see my husband, she fucked up. She’s willing to risk it all for a nigga who does not belong to her.
I paged Mrs. Joseph, the head nurse on this floor, and sent her a quick text.
Me-
Hi, Mrs. Joseph, this is Mrs. Benyier. I have a nurse in my husband’s room who is not supposed to be in here, and I’m afraid for his safety, given everything that has just happened to him.
Mrs. Joseph responds to my text ASAP.
Nurse Joseph-
Mrs. Benyier, I do apologize for any stress or confusion that this may have caused you and your family. I’m aiding another patient right now. I will investigate this matter and resolve it quickly. I promise to discipline any unauthorized employees who enter your area without permission.
She will fuck around and lose her job trying to see this nigga. I promise, Chauncey is not worth it, especially if she’s bold enough to step into my personal space.
I cleared my throat; she looked up at me. I caught this bitch red-handed.
“Excuse me… May I ask why you are in my husband’s fucking room?”
She turns slowly, looking at me like she’s crazy.
Bitches will do anything for a piece of dick.
“I’m his nurse?”
I smile.
I tried to hold back my laugh, but I couldn’t.
It’s clear this woman is a nurse, but she’s not Chauncey’s nurse.
I knew something was up with this bitch, so I personally requested that she not have any interactions with him to avoid me beating her ass.
Since she wants to overstep, I’m ready to start stepping on her ass.
“Says who?”
“I’m scheduled to look after him until 7 pm.”
She still isn’t answering my question. I’m aware the nurse works on this floor; Chauncey isn’t scheduled to receive care from her on any fucking day.
“Says who? I’m aware of all the doctors and nurses who are supposed to be here today, and you’re not one of them.”
“They asked me?—”
I cut this bitch off before she could say another word. She’s bold enough to sneak in here. I hope she’s bold enough to catch these motherfucking hands.
“What’s your name? Ain’t nobody asked you to do shit for him?”
I pointed at Chauncey.
“My name isn’t relevant?”
“Your name isn’t relevant, but you’re supposed to be looking after my husband?”
She shifts.
I’m glad I paged Mrs. Joseph. I suggest she get here fast because I’m finna show this bitch. I’m not the one to fuck with on any day.
“It’s not.”
“Oh well, since your name isn’t relevant, allow me to introduce myself to avoid any confusion. I’m Rhyan Benyeir, Chauncey’s wife.”
“I know who you are.”
“I thought so. You already know where this shit is going, right?”
She tilts her head.
I’m done keeping it cool.
“Sweet Pea, you’re not running anything. I know where I stand with Chauncey.”
That’s when I laugh.
“My name is Rhyan Benyeir. Please don’t ever call me sweet pea. I’m finna show you how fucking sweet I am, hoe. I want you to address me as Mrs. Benyeir.”
She crosses her arms.
“Whatever.”
“Listen, you seem really fucking mad for a nurse who is allegedly supposed to be here.”
“Mad.”
“Let me make some shit clear, though... I run every fucking thing when it comes to Chauncey Benyeir because if I weren’t, you would have been allowed to be in here last week.”
“Excuse me.”
“Hear me out, hoe. You snuck your goofy ass in here today, and I promise you’re about to regret it.”
“I don’t regret anything.”
“You should, though. I know the reason you’re here is to be sneaky, trying to see what’s up with my husband, but the moment you decided to bring your sneaky ass into my space, it was a fucking wrap.
I will check a bitch every fucking time, behind this nigga.
I know you fucked him; it’s obvious. I promise you this dick right here ain’t fucking worth it. ”
“Yes, I had sex with Chauncey the day before he was shot and a few days before that. I don’t care about your rules because I know what we mean to each other. It was worth it.”
Whoop.
There it is.
The room gets quiet.
I step into her space. She steps back. I’m glad this room has a camera.
“All of Chauncey’s hoes know where the fuck I stand.
I suggest you fall in line before you can’t stand in one.
I don’t give a fuck how many times you fucked him.
You ain’t fucking him today, and you ain’t fucking him tomorrow.
I want you to join the club because you are one of many.
What I do have a problem with is you crossing that fucking gun line and entering my space.
You don’t care about my rules. Cool with that being said, I’m not opposed to rearranging your fucking face in my space. ”
“Excuse me, oh, you’ll see.”
“You heard what the fuck I said, hoe.”
I’m not arguing with any of Chauncey’s hoes, and I’m not about to start.
I’m done fucking talking. I cocked my fist back, and I began throwing blows on her hoe ass. I put this bitch on her fucking back.
I rearranged this fucking room.
She wasn’t a match. She never was.
And it wasn’t even about sex. It was about space. She’s not walking into my space and smirking at me. She’s not playing in my face.
Not today.
The room blurred—IV poles rattling, monitors beeping, chairs scraping on tile.
I wasn’t screaming.
I wasn’t yelling.
I was quiet. I bet this will be the last fucking time she sneaks her goofy ass into a nigga’s room she had dealings with. Today, Chauncey ain’t her fucking business; he’s mine. She violated my space, so it’s my oath to touch her ass. Chauncey’s security guard tries to break it up.
“Don’t touch me, nigga, because if it weren’t for you, this hoe wouldn’t even be here.”
I’m tired of fighting these bitches... She’s a silly-ass bitch, and she’s willing to risk her job to make a point for a nigga she has no papers on. I don’t care about taking her silly ass down through there.
Stop playing in my fucking face like I won’t react.
I knew she fucked Chauncey, but that’s her business, not mine.
Whatever personal feelings she has for Chauncey should’ve been set aside because we are in a professional setting.
I bet she wasn’t prepared for this shit right here.
I feel a pair of strong arms pulling me off her. I try to push them off me.
I look over my shoulder to see who it is. It’s the hospital security, along with Mrs. Joseph. I hate that Mrs. Joseph has to see me like this, but her nurse was really disrespectful. I’m not one for disrespect. I’m showing bitches every fucking time.
“Mrs. Benyier, are you okay?”
I smoothed my hair back, adjusted my coat, and regained composure.
I nodded.
Calm.
“I’m okay, Mrs. Joseph. Thanks for asking…”
“Great.”
“I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”
“I’m not judging.”
Then I delivered it clean.
“This staff member who entered my husband’s room is not supposed to be here.”
I pointed at the bitch lying on the floor.
“I know.”
“I don’t know what she was doing in here while I was away. She refused to give me her name. I later found out she had a sexual relationship with my husband, so she felt it was her business to come into his room and violate me.”
“It will not happen again.”
“Mrs. Joseph, some personal boundaries have been crossed. At this time, I don’t think this is the best facility for my husband. I may consider getting him airlifted or transported to a new hospital.”
Mrs. Joseph looks this trifling bitch up and down. She looks at everything but us.
“Mrs. Benyier, I’m sorry you had to deal with this today.
I can assure you that your husband is in good hands.
I will handle this matter privately. Ms. Whitley, please gather all your possessions.
I want our patient and his family to know that this is not how we operate at this facility.
Is there anything else you would like to say before we resolve this issue? ”
“No, Mrs. Joseph, I don’t have anything to say.”
I figured she wouldn’t have shit to say after I beat her ass. She sealed her own fate. I’m done playing with bitches. Mrs. Joseph and Whitley exit Chauncey’s room.
If I ever see that bitch again, I’m tagging her ass. I swear, it’s always some shit with this nigga. Hopefully, Bianca will be here soon. I need to call my therapist. I missed our session last week. I need to get some shit off my chest. I grabbed my phone to shoot Bianca a quick text.
Me-
B, I put that bitch on her fucking back.
I stare at the message after I send it.
I’m already losing myself.
I’ve got to get back to Dallas fast, before I end up in prison. This isn’t who I am anymore. I’ve got too much shit to lose, and I’m not willing to risk it for Chauncey. I’m not that girl anymore.
Bianca texts back immediately.
B-
Good, I’m in the parking garage, finding a park. I’m on my way up.
I’m glad she’s here. I can’t wait to tell her what happened. I don’t think I’ve ever had two fights in a week, each with a different bitch behind this nigga. Chauncey is slanging dick like a motherfucka. I’m not sure why I expected him to run up on me after I left.
Chauncey has a stable of bitches willing to risk it all for him. I don’t want to know what she was doing while I was away, and something tells me not to look, because it will only piss me off even more. My feelings are hurt. I need to speak with my therapist ASAP.
Me-
Hi Miss Denise. I’m sorry I missed my appointment last week. I had to go back home unexpectedly. I really need to make up our session. Can we do a virtual session?
Therapist Bae-
Hi Rhyan, sure, I will send you a calendar invite this afternoon. I hope everything is okay.
Me-
Thanks, Miss Denise; we’ll discuss it once we speak.
When I married Chauncey, I never imagined it would be like this.
Never.
I knew Chauncey had dealt with a lot of women before we met, but the moment we made it official, he cut all those bitches off. In the beginning, it was so perfect.
About a year in, little things started coming up, and Chauncey denied it; he brushed it off, saying it wasn’t anything. Then bitches started really getting beside themselves. Chauncey thought that because I didn’t say anything beyond “pop off,” he was free to keep cheating, but that’s not the case.