The Debt 12 (Club Alpha) Read Online Free

you
figured I’d be dumb enough to wait around for you.   Turns out you were right.”
    “Baby,” Chase said, holding out his
arms.   “Don’t be like that.”
    “Aw, she’s just a little bit mad,” Boogie
said, swigging from his can and pulling out what looked like a cigar and
stuffing it in the corner of his mouth.   “You know how the lady-folk get when their men go out partying at night
and leave ‘em home alone.”
    “Lady folk?” Faith said, her tone
acid.   “You don’t even know a thing
about me.”   She turned to Chase, who
was smirking like a guilty teenager.   “And you brought him into the house after what he did…the guy broke in
and stole from you.”
    “I told you, it’s complicated,” Chase
said as he walked up the stairs.   “Don’t be mad.   Let me
explain.”   His voice was thick and
his words slightly slurred.   His
eyes were glassy.
    On the first floor below them, Boogie was
lighting up his cigar with a blue lighter and puffing on the stogie with a
smirk.
    Faith turned and walked upstairs away
from Chase—and Boogie blew a large plume of smoke upwards as she left the
area.
    Before she knew it, Chase had caught up
to her.   She shouldn’t have been
surprised.   He moved at easily five
times her speed without even trying.
    “You’re really pissed off at me?” he
asked, like he was shocked.
    “Yes,” she told him.   “But I don’t want to talk about it right
now.   Not with Boogie right
downstairs.   I can’t believe you brought
him into the house—especially with me here!”   Her eyes filled with tears.
    “Baby girl,” Chase said, trying to stroke
her cheek.
    She moved back a step.   “Don’t.   Don’t touch me.”
    Chase sighed and rolled his eyes.   “Boogie’s not that bad,” he said, as
Faith went into the bedroom.   She
tried to close the door on him but he easily pushed the door open.
    “Just leave me alone,” she said.   “Please, just leave me alone, Chase.”
    “Listen,” Chase said.   “Will you listen, Faith?”
    “No, I won’t.   I don’t want to talk to you when you’re
like this.”
    “Like what?”
    “Drunk.”
    Chase threw his head back and laughed.   “I’m not drunk, baby girl.”
    “Don’t call me baby girl.   Just go. Or better yet, I’ll
leave.”   She started to walk past
him and he grabbed her arm—not hard—just enough to stop her
progress.
    “You’re being ridiculous,” he told
her.   “Boogie and me—“
    “Stop trying to tell me about Boogie!   I don’t give a fuck.   Understand?”   She glared at him and her entire body
felt like ice, she was so furious.
    His eyes grew surprised, and wounded, as
he saw her expression.   “Fine,” he
muttered.   “Me and Boogie are going
out.   You can do whatever you
want.”   Chase turned and left the
room in a hurry.
    Faith started to cry silently, as she
heard his footsteps heading downstairs and then his and Boogie’s voices
mingling together.   At first, she
couldn’t hear what was said.   But
then Boogie’s voice grew loud.
    “Shit, boy—you need to man up and
control your bitch!   You know that,
right?”
    “Come on, Boogie.   Let’s go,” Chase said, ignoring his
comment.
    “Take a hit of this blunt, boy.”
    “Can’t do it, Boogs.   Drug testing.”
    “Fuck that shit,” Boogie cackled, as the
front door creaked open.   “I’ll get
you a clean piss test motherfucker.”
    “Whatever you say,” Chase laughed, but
his voice didn’t sound very happy.
    And then the two of them left the
apartment and the door swung shut with a slam.   Faith startled a little, and then she
resumed crying, alone in the bedroom.
    I
can’t believe him , she
thought.
    He
doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

 
    ***

 
    She almost left Chase’s home and went
back to her apartment.
    Not just once, but many times over the
course of the following hours, Faith was so close to grabbing her things and
going.
    But something stopped