3. A new year, a different Dre

                                    

                                          
Friday January 1st, 1990
                          
Michel'le, 
                          
"Girl just answer his calls. You know you want too." Quinn smiled. 
                          
"I do but he pissed me off so he's getting ignored." I shrugged. 
                          
"Y'all ain't gon get no where if you keep ignoring him. Communication is the key." 
                          
"Girl I don't care he shouldn't of fuckin embarrassed me like that." I rolled my eyes. 
                          
She sucked her teeth. "Now you know damn well he didn't really fuck that bitch. She was just saying that shit to make you mad." 
                          
"Look I don't know if he really did it and you don't know if he really did it so shut the fuck up!" I snapped. 
                          
"You shut the fuck up! Why you talking to me like that Chel'le?!" She shouted. 
                          
I sighed. "I'm sorry Quinn." 
                          
"It's okay, girl just calm down. You need to stop letting this man stress you out." She shook her head. 
                          
"And you need to stop telling this bitch our business." We both shot our heads to the door where Dre was standing. 
                          
"Dre what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked folding my arms. 
                          
"I fuckin live here so don't ask me that dumb shit again!" He yelled. 
                          
"Nigga don't fuckin yell at her like that!" Quinn yelled back. 
                          
"You better stop fuckin talking to me before I smack the shit outta you bitch!" He threatened. 
                          
Quinn stood up. "Smack who? I dare you to put cho muthafuckin hands on me muthafucka!" 
                          
"Can y'all chill the fuck out?!" I shouted at both of them. 
                          
"No you better get this bitch out of my house before I drag her dumb ass out!" 
                          
"Drag me out then! Come on I want you to put cho fuckin hands on me, bitch!" She spit at him and it hit him directly in the face. 
                          
"You bitch!" Dre tackled her into the glass table and started to punch her in the face.
                          
"Oh my god Dre stop it!!" I panicked. 
                          
"You bitch! You fuckin dumb bitch!" He punched her a few more times and then he stood to his feet and started stomping her out. 
                          
He hulk spit in her face and kept on stomping her face in. "You stupid ass bitch!" 
                          
"Get the fuck off me! Chel'le get him off of me!!" Quinn cried. 
                          
"Dre please stop! Please!" I said trying to get him off of Quinn. 
                          
"DON'T FUCKIN TOUCH ME!!" He turned around and smacked me across my face causing me to scream and fall to the ground. 
                          
"Nigga what the fuck?!" Quinn quickly got up and tried to run up to him but he punched her in the face, knocking her out cold. 
                          
"Quinn!" I had then tried to stand to my feet but Dre hit me over the head with something and after that everything went completely black.
                          
A few hours later
                          
When I woke up I saw Dre standing over me with a bucket of water. "Where am I?" I asked looking around the unfamiliar room.