Stable

1

The night was cold.

The bitter wind swiftly blew across her face. The dim light of the full moon defined even her smallest features; her soft jaw line, her caramel skin complexion, and her small cheek dimple which remained present, even when she wasn't smiling.

She squeezed her coat tighter as another gust of wind traveled by. The coat hugged her figure securely as she stared down at her high heels. She shivered, noticing a single tear speeding down her cheek. She wiped it quickly with her perfectly manicured hands and flipped her perfectly groomed extensions.

"Artificial..." She mumbled to no one in particular. She sighed and sat down on a nearby bench.

She sniffed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She rolled her eyes in annoyance to see that there were no text messages or calls...no one had bothered to check and see if she was safe.

She immediately called Dre. That idiot. But as much she despised him, she always seemed to need him for something. Always.

The phone rang a couple of times before he finally answered.

"Ebony, what the fuck, girl? Fuck is wrong with you?" He bickered sleepily. "Do you know what time it is? It's fucking—" He paused, checking the clock.

"It's almost 2AM Ebony. Fuck is up witchu?"

She rolled her eyes at his carelessness.

"I'm sorry, but Rocky scheduled a private show for me that I didn't plan on doing," She explained tears threatening to spill. She bit her lip and looked down, ashamed.

"I don't give a fuck about that Eb! See? I done told you. Didn't I? I told you about all this bullshit you still doing outchea!"

"I know Dre, but you gotta understand I need the mon—"

"I don't give a fuck about the money, Ebony. Stop doing this shit, Eb. Get a REAL job, you hear?

"Yeah," She sniffed and wiped another tear.

He doesn't understand...

"I'm on my way. I'll see you in 5." He sighed.

"Kay," She hung up the phone and gripped her tazer in her trench coat pocket.

No one fucking understands.

•••

Just like Dre said, he was there in 5 minutes. No more, no less. He always kept his word. Ebony on the other hand...not so much. She opened the passenger door and sat down carefully. She internally smiled, thankful for the heat of the car.

She turned to see him scrolling through Twitter  on his phone. She uncomfortably winced in his BMW seats. He glanced at her.

"You aight baby girl?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm good, I'm fine."

He thought she sounded unsure, but he let the situation go.

"You hungry?"

"No, no, I'm okay." She assured.

"Word."

Then he began driving. Ebony thought about going home and cringed. She really didn't wanna be alone tonight...