I knew Stephon better not have messed up my place. I didn’t understand why the fool was so upset with me. It wasn’t like I did anything to him but crack him upside his head, only to defend myself. I was going about ninety miles an hour in my car, just so I could see for myself how much damage had been done to Davenports. Right about now, to hell with the police. I didn’t need them to do nothing for me. As a matter of fact, I didn’t need nobody. Shane was acting like a bitch, and if he didn’t let me back into his house tonight, I had something waiting for him. When I got to Davenports, I realized Shane didn’t lie and he surely didn’t exaggerate. If anything, he failed to give me all the details. Everything inside was ruined. Stephon had damaged all my office machines, had busted up my computers, and had even smashed my windows. The new designs I’d been working so hard on were no good. I was crushed. My heart ached, and my head was still banging. Having no place to sit because he’d broken my chairs, I sat on the floor by the window for hours.
