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CHAPTER THREE.
CHANEL was watching Bad Girls Club reruns chewing on gum real interested when her phone rang.
Her white acrylic fingers slid the facetime call and smiled into the camera seeing Lake face appear.
Lake smiled when he seen Chanel, "Hey."
Chanel smiled as well staring at him, "Hi."
Lake chuckled. "What you doing?"
"Vibing," She giggled, "What are you doing?"
"Thinking about you..." Chanel cheesed turning onto her stomach.
"Come stay wimme again." He continued staring at her through the phone.
It had been two weeks since they last seen each other.
She stared at his the freckles on his cheeks. "I'll be there, baby."
"Chanel!" Jerome yelled.
Chanel gulped and looked at her door, "I gotta go,"
Lake stared at her and knew something was wrong,
The way her whole demeanor just went to her being her to a scared girl shook him.
"Are you good, mama?" Lake voice was stern like he knew she wasn't but wanted her to tell him.
Chanel shook head dismissing him, "I have to go, text you later." She tried to fake a smile and blew him a kiss.
"Chanel!" Jerome called just as she hung up.
She sighed walking down the attic steps to downstairs.
"Yes?" She answered making her presence known.
Jerome sat in front of the tv with a few of his niggas.
They all looked at her and she instantly felt uncomfortable.
Jerome smirked, "Get us some beers from downstairs."
Chanel eyed everybody and nodded before going to do what was told.
As long as Chanel did what was told and gave him respect, he didn't go off on her but in reality, Jerome never touched Chanel.
He actually treated her like a daughter of his own in his own sick way.
❥ Trigger warning...
As Chanel digged into the steep freezer, she felt hands grab her waist.
She turned smacking them off of her, "What the fuck is you doing?"
Chanel mugged one of Jerome friends.
