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17 - Part Two

+Brandy

It was raining again by the time I woke up. The droplets of water tap hard against the windows in my room. The noise is enough to annoy me. There are no sunny skies, only dark grey clouds and the wind picking up speed.

Clear signs that the hurricane was near.

Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, it takes a lot of courage for me not to scream out loud. It was only seven in the morning, meaning I only got four hours of sleep.

Sitting up on my bed, I turn over to my side to glance at a sleeping Yonnie. She looked so peaceful when she slept, even though she was drooling all over my pillow. She had on my other bonnet, which barely even stayed on her head but she made it work. While she was asleep, it'd be so close to coming off, but she'd always pull it up just before it had the chance to slip off.

Turning to my side, I reach into my nightstand dresser and pull out my handcuffs. I've had them ever since I started working at the strip club back at home. Shanelle had gifted it to me, claiming it was a welcoming gift.

Taking the handcuffs, I place Yonnie's right hand into them and lock it up. Not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but tight enough so she wouldn't be able to slip out of them. I then handcuff the empty one to my metal bed frame. Grabbing my phone, I send a quick text to Niah asking her to come over.

Niah is the first openly gay woman, working at my shop and also the first woman to... intrigue me. She's beautiful, tough, hard-working, and dedicated, which is why I know she'll be perfect at looking after Yonnie for me. She'll be hard on her, and that's exactly what Yonnie needs right now.

Or else, she'll never get clean.

Getting out of bed and wrapping my silk red robe around my body, I first do my morning hygiene and then afterward make my way downstairs to the kitchen. There wasn't really much edible food in the fridge, but there was plenty of hurricane food in the garage from some years back. Water included, though I should check to make sure there's still more flashlights sitting around here.

Since there wasn't much here, I've decided to make some pancakes and eggs.

No Bacon.

I wasn't a fan of pork or anything related to it.

It's a disgusting thing to eat. I'm not even sure how people eat chitterlings. The origin of chitterlings is and will always be inspirational, but I could never find myself eating it. The smell is just really disturbing. My mother used to try and force me to eat it as a kid and I'd always throw it up.

It was just something I didn't have the stomach to eat.

After a few minutes of gathering everything, I begin with making the pancakes first, since they took the longest to make. Instead of making traditional American pancakes, I'd be making African pancakes because I haven't made it in a while and I've been craving it.

Taking three brown eggs, I cracked them and put them inside of my favorite bowl. After pouring some milk in the bowl, I begin to beat them together with a mixer until everything has been incorporated. Adding in some melted butter and some powder cinnamon, I stir it again and then let the batter rest.

The knocking at the door pulls my attention away from the eggs that were about to get seasoned. "Who is it?" I question when I'm near the door.

"Look in the peek hole and find out." A sarcastic voice says. Recognizing the voice, I open the door wide and smile up at Niah. The first thing that catches my attention is her mahogany skin. It was so shiny and wet due to the rain.