Chapter 52 - Ain't Gonna Know What Hit 'Em Pt. 2

A/N Warning: This chapter includes mature themes & themes of violence.

A/N P.S.: Ah, Thee long awaited part 2 hehe 😩 Enjoy babiessss 🤭

Sadé's POV:

— October 26, At The Studio

I was sat on one of the producer chairs next to Denaun because Marshall was showing me some things while he was working. Marshall had just left the room though because apparently Paul wanted him for something. When duty calls you have to attend or whatever that saying is... I don't know. Chile, anyways.

A minute after he left while I was scrolling on my phone, Skylar walked in. I was slightly taken aback because she wasn't here the entire day so I just assumed she wasn't coming. See the thing is, I'm not stupid. I knew there was a possibility she'd be here. Her and Marshall work together. Also, I knew he wouldn't have asked me to come with him on a day that he knew she'd be here because he doesn't want me to get into trouble. That's why I said slightly, and not entirely taken aback.

That's also part of the reason why I was so happy that Marshall had asked me to come to the studio today: Because it meant I could finally get a chance at this hooligan. I'd been pissed off the entire time with her ever since everything went down. Then after Marshall told me the full story, oh, I was furious.

So when she walked in, I already had my guard up. She wasn't about to catch me slipping. I know she does people dirty and I've seen it with my own eyes. So if she thought she was going to get one up on me she wasn't. I know I shouldn't beat her ass at Marshall's workplace, but I didn't know where the girl lived so I had no other choice. I was simply waiting for the right moment.

She walked past me, my eyes trained on her the entire time, as she went up to Denaun, who was sat next to me on my right. She asked him if he could help her with some vocals or something. He gave me a side eye, but nonetheless, he agreed. He already knew what was up. I could just tell by the look he gave me, and also because he already knew all that went down. Or at least what happened at Boogie's release party anyways. I don't know if Marshall told him about what happened in Vegas or before that, but that wasn't my business.

So she walks past me again in order to get into the recording booth since the door to enter is on my left. I caught her rolling her eyes at me as she entered, but I didn't give her the time of day. I continued to scroll on my phone on social media as she did whatever. I couldn't hear because they had it on the setting where you can only hear what was being said if you had the producer headphones on, which I took off. About two minutes had passed by when I noticed Denaun take his headphones off as Skylar walked back out, looking rather upset. That was quick, I thought. She sat behind me on one of the couches.

"Maybe you should just change that lyric. It doesn't really flow well with the rest of the song. That's all I'm saying." Denaun suggested to her.

"I guess. So how has everyone been?" She tried to make conversation with the rest of the group as she wrote lyrics down.

Denaun didn't respond, and neither did I. However, Royce and Boogie did as they began to get wrapped up in their own conversation. I didn't really care for what they were talking about so I tuned them out.

"Look, I know you two got some shit going on. She been eyeing you the entire time in case you haven't noticed. All Ima say is don't do anything Marshall wouldn't be proud of." Naunie tried to preach to me.

"Denaun, with all due respect, please do not tell me that bullshit. You don't even know the half of what this bitch put me through. So I'm going to tell you just like I told Marshall: You better not stop me. Because she has it coming." I looked at him, telling him truthfully that I really didn't give an entire fuck about what he was saying to me.

"Sadé, come on. You're better than that. I may not be that close to you, but I can tell you carry yourself well. Don't let her get to you." He tried to convince me.

"Denaun, I respect you because you're Marshall's bestie. I really do. But please shut up. Thank you." I said blankly.

I am a grown woman. I don't need no man telling me what I should and shouldn't do. No hate to him because he's just trying to make the situation better, but he's not helping.

"Ight, fine. I don't like her all that much either for my own reasons to be honest with you. So between me and you, I'll give you 30 seconds before intervening." He nudged me.

I shot him grin, causing us both to laugh at our little secret. Maybe he was helping. However, it appears that some people or should I say a person, thought we were laughing a little bit too loud.

"Ugh, I can barely hear myself speak over all that crackling." Skylar dramatically let out.

I quickly turned around in my swivel chair, facing her and the other guys.

"Girl, nobody cares." I replied shrugging her off.

She rolled her eyes, before continuing her conversation as I continued on my phone. I did continue to pay close attention to the conversation now though since she decided to be bold enough to acknowledge me finally. She was pathetic so I didn't let that get to me. Like I said, I was simply waiting for the right moment.

I suppose that was coming a lot quicker than I thought though when she decided to say something that caught my attention, causing me to finally speak up. They were having a normal conversation until she just couldn't help but say something about me. I was clearly living in her mind rent free.

"You know, something I don't understand is how Marshall is dating again. Isn't that crazy?" Skylar piped up.

"I know right? Who would've thought he'd actually find himself a lady like Sadé. They make a good couple." Royce complimented.

"They're alright. I'm just surprised he chose someone like her." She replied.

"What do you mean?" Boogie titled his head curiously.

"Well she isn't his type. He's into girls that are blonde, have bright eyes, naturally straight hair. Ya know, girls like me." She smiled to herself.

"White girls?" Boogie cut his eyes at her, "Yea, that may be true but who cares? He's dating her, a beautiful black woman." He defended me & my relationship.

I could tell he wasn't feeling the conversation anymore just by his tone. And neither was Royce. They were both looking at her sideways now for being weird.

"I'm just saying she isn't his type, and I'm surprised by that." She said nonchalantly.

"Well, continue to be surprised. I don't care what you think, and I'm sure he doesn't either. Just because he didn't want you doesn't mean he didn't want me." I stood up for myself.

"Who said I wanted him? I'm in another relationship." She laughed bitterly.

"You sure you don't? Because last time I checked, you don't just kiss people if you didn't want them for whatever reason. Especially when they're in an entire relationship. Great job on making yourself seem like less of a hoe. You cheated on your husband that just divorced you and you're already on new dick. Yay!" I argued back.

The room got silent. I guess the other two men weren't aware of that. Skylars face turned red as she glared at me.

"First of all, what I do with my body is none of your business. Secondly, you're just mad because I'm telling the truth. Marshall would never have dated a woman like you. He barely likes women like you. All you do is use white men for money. Y'all are always so ghetto for no reason wherever you go." She raised her voice.

"Yo, Sky, that's not cool." Royce spoke up.

"Yea, that's kinda fucked up. I suggest you stop right there." Denaun finally said something.

"Skylar, or whatever your name is, don't even pull that bullshit about "my body" with me. When you try to repeatedly get with my man then it does become my business. Ight? And it's very bold of you as a white woman to sit up here, and disrespect me, a black woman, like that in a room full of black men. Black people. But white girls are gonna white, right? You just can't help but insert yourself into black peoples business. It's obvious that you're jealous of me. Maybe you're mad that I'm younger than you, or that I'm beautiful, or that I'm paid, or that I don't need a man for nothing and still managed to bag one. The same one you wanted, might I add. Or maybe my melanin offends you. But your racism does not offend me. Neither does your hatred for me nor your distaste for interracial couples. So either shut up, learn to love yourself, and educate yourself, or we can take this outside. Your choice." I checked her.

I could feel my blood boiling at this point. I tried to be nice to this girl multiple times. I tried warning her. But she's on her last straw with me. She just doesn't listen does she?

Did she really think it would be a good idea to say something like that surrounded by black people? Was she dumb or stupid? Like who raised her?

"That may not offend you, but how about the fact that only one of us can have children does?" She looked at me evilly, finding satisfaction in this.

How the hell does she know that?

"Don't you dare go there with me, bitch." I warned her, standing up.

"Why not? It's okay to not be able to fulfill your duties like a real woman like me." She flipped her hair.

"Mhmm" I began putting my braids into a ponytail with a hair tie that I had in my bag.

"We're all a little damaged... Well some of us are." She sneered.

"Mhm."

I finished tying up my hair and looked at her. I looked around the room briefly, seeing that Naunie wasn't planning on moving like he told me, Boogie was wide eyed, and Royce was telling Skylar to shut the hell up.

I just looked at her watching her speak. I wasn't even responding to her anymore. I tuned her out for a little bit until she really crossed the line. She ain't gonna know what hit her.

"... I understand that cancer can do those things to you. Like how you can never have kids like I stated earlier or-..."

Oh, this bitch did not just go there. My body flipped a switch as all I seen was red. I ran across the room, punching her in the face with both my fists.

Her head cocked backwards, as her body subconsciously leaned into the couch. I climbed on top of the couch, her body underneath me as I stood over her.

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I continued to repeatedly punch her in the face, making contact every time. She realized what was finally happening, and began screaming as she flailed her arms and feet around. She began hitting me back on my legs, but I wasn't having any of it. I grabbed her by her hair, continuing my assault on her.

As I held her hair, I decided that I wanted a change in positions. If this bitch wanted to act like an animal I'll treat her like one, and drag her like the dog she is. So that's exactly what I did. I hopped off the couch, dragging her with me. I dragged her across the room as she screamed.

"LET GO OF ME. MY HAIR! GET HER OFF OF ME!"

Not wanting to cause a scene, I drug her into the recording booth that was sound proof so that nobody would hear her. I locked the door behind me so that body would be able to come in. I let go of her hair, allowing her to get up.

"Get up, bitch. You wanted me to let you go so badly, get the fuck up!" I yelled at her.

She got up, looking at me as if I was crazy.

"You wanna talk all that shit and expose me? HUH?! Lets fight then. I'll give you a fair chance." I shrugged.

Yea she was taller than me, but that didn't matter. She ran towards me trying to hit me and grab my hair, but I moved. Instead she fell flat on her face. I watched her get back up again as I started punching her in her face. I applied just enough pressure when my fist connected with her nose, breaking it, making her nose bleed.

I heard banging on the door from the guys trying to get in. I knew they'd try to intervene, especially Naunie since he only gave me 30 seconds, so I locked it.

"Don't you EVER disrespect me again, hoe!" I hissed as she tried fighting back but my rage was too much for her.

People always think they want this problem till they get it. Now she is wants to scream and yell for help. Please.

"OH MY GOD, SOMEONE GET HER OFF OF ME." She whined.

"They can't hear you, sweetheart." I said as I dragged her by her hair once more.

I started just blacking out at this point. Everything that she did, flooding back to me. All the words she said, repeating in my mind. How dare she bring up my past like she knows me? I hadn't realized that the guys broke into the recording booth at this point until I felt arms around me.

"Sadé that's enough! You already have her bleeding everywhere!" Denaun roared at me as he tried to pull me off of her.

"I don't give a fuck! You think I care about this hoe's life?" I shouted at him.

He dragged me out of the booth, but I hadn't let go of her. I still had her by the hair so where ever I went she went. So when he took me to the main area, she followed. I shrugged him off of me, continuing to rage. She tried to get back up but I fought with her, slamming her body into the side of the wall before slamming her into the ground.

To nobody's surprise, she was still screaming her head off, calling me all types of names. I climbed on top of her, pounding her head into the ground a few times.

"OW! STOP YOU CRAZY BITCH."

Denaun grabbed me once again trying to pry me off of her. Royce came to Skylar's defense as he tried to take her away from me because it was evident that I was not stopping until I felt like it. However, I just kept going as I blacked out. I kept hitting her, kept punching her, kept on beating her ass. I was so into my rage that I hadn't noticed Marshall push Naunie off of me, and try to get me off of this slut himself.

"Sadé, baby, stop." He said to me calmly.

Except I wasn't listening. I was too far blacked out to care at this point. He didn't even bother trying to talk me out of it. Instead, he simply grabbed me by the waist with his strong arms, prying me off of her in one swift motion. I kicked her in her face as he dragged me away from her. That caused him to ultimately hoist me up as he threw me over his shoulder so that I wouldn't kick her again though.

"Disrespect me again if you want to. You're lucky Marshall got me, and sparred you. Don't you ever bring me up like you know me because you don't." I bellowed.

I looked around the room as Marshall quietly grabbed our belongings, bringing us both out the entire studio. It was a mess. There was glass from the booth door being broken into, chairs were knocked over, and there was trails of blood everywhere. I couldn't help but notice her bloodied & swollen face, and cuts from the glass & carpet burn on her arms. That's exactly what she gets. Paul was catering to her needs as she cried and yelped

We eventually make it to the car where he opens the door and sits me in the passenger seat. He throws our belongings in the back as he climbs into the drivers seat. He turns the car on, turning on the heat, but not moving or putting his seatbelt on. He does all of this quietly. He looks out the window for a few seconds before finally turning to face me.

"Sadé, I ain't mad you, baby. Not one bit. She had it coming, but seriously? I wasn't expecting you to almost kill the girl!" He exclaimed.

"She's lucky I didn't." I grumbled.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" He asked me worriedly, inspecting my face and body.

"I'm fine." I replied numbly.

"No, you're not." He grabbed at my hands, "Your nails are broken and your hands are bleeding." He sighed.

I didn't even notice, actually. I looked down at my hands, and sure enough he was right. A few of my acrylic nails had either been broken off or completely damaged. I also had a few small cuts on my hands from either hitting Skylar so hard or from the broken glass. Either way it goes, I had in fact gotten hurt, but couldn't feel it because of all the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"Oh."

"We'll talk about this when we get home." He replied in deep thought, as he started the car, driving home in silence.

Crap. He definitely was filled in on what was said. Here goes another difficult discussion...

A/N: Hehehe, another cliffhanger. You'll understand why I'm breaking them up into three different parts soon enough. It's a lot to include and can get difficult to understand if I included them all in one huge chunk. - 🤎