by Tanya Cole
Torn
By: Tanya Cole
Synopsis
In Memphis, Tennessee, there’s a thin line between love and hate. But when is going too far acceptable? In this tale of love, lust, lies, and deceit, you will find out just how deep love is willing to go. After recently breaking up with his fiancée, Kareshia, Mark decides to have a relationship with his baby momma- Moet. Moet is a woman that knows just how to get hers. Even though the cost is high, Moet is still willing to pay it. Tia is on the right track, but her boyfriend, Free is investing in the streets. Will he risk everything including his freedom? Every choice has its’ consequences and unfortunately love is the biggest cost. But will their decisions leave them torn?
Acknowledgments
I would like to give my honor to the most high for blessing me with this gift called life. I would like to thank my family and friends for always loving me. It got me through some rough times. I would like to thank my mom for giving me life and teaching me how to live it. To my oldest child, Kiuna, you will never know what an impact you had on my life. You always dared me to dream big and wouldn’t accept anything less than royalty from me. It is a blessing to have you and I don’t know where I would be without you. To my first born son, Ken, you are and always will be my first hero. I remember the first time you witnessed a man treating me less than a Queen. You were about four at the time. You packed my bags and said it was time to leave. I did and on that day the love that you had for me made me love myself more. To my fire princess Kiera, you light up my life. I’ve never seen anyone like you and you inspire me in ways that you will never know. When I feel like I’m afraid, I always ask myself, “What would Kiera do?” I find courage from within and boss up. To my youngest of the crew, Key, I thank you for being you. On a bad day, you make everything better. When you talk it’s either funny or the absolute truth. Something that this world needs, but I don’t think it’s ready for. Thank you for reminding me that I am a boss and not a worker. I want to say that with my children by my side, I have moved mountains. I want to thank my man, proofreader, editor, and best friend Mario Williams. Thank you for listening to these crazy ghetto stories and laughing with me as I write them. To my homegirl Ms. Tangie, I love you girl. You are a remarkable woman and I can’t wait to take these trips with you. To my readers that Stay in my inbox on Facebook, thank you for supporting me. It gave me a reason to keep writing when I didn’t want to. To anyone that pray for me, talk about me, put dirt on my name, told untrue rumors- thank you too. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am today. So, thank you for the blessings that you spoke into my life and just wait because I’m going to soar. For anyone that has a dream, keep going. The sky is the limit.
In this journey called life, I have met some interesting people. Some come for seasons and to teach me a valuable lesson. Others came to shake my foundation up and make me question everything I was taught up to this very moment. I dedicate this book to that person that made me look in the mirror and accept all of my flaws and imperfections. It made me see that I am no longer a victim, but a woman full of promise that has victory. Thank you, baby. I love you and this one is for you- Yoda Pop.
Torn (urban dictionary definition) – a person who is so in love with a loser that they keep hanging in a bad relationship instead of doing what’s best for themselves. I.e. LEAVE.
Prologue
“Shut the fuck up! Bitch, you think you gonna play me like a sucker! You just gonna up and leave! And then you’re pregnant!” I say as I wave the gun around.
“Baby, I was going to tell you.”
“Tell me what you maggot ass cunt! That you haven’t fucked me in four and a half months! But you’re pregnant!”
Her face frozen in time.
“Yeah, bitch I know!”
“Aye, she ain’t gonna be too many more of your bitches!”
“Oh, so you’re tough now? Let me see how tough you are with this bullet in your ass and then I’mma put a bullet in her ass too!” I say as I cock my Glock 40.
“Well, we will just have to see then bitch!” he says as he charges towards me.
He tackles me to the ground and we wrestle over the gun until finally a shot is fired.
Time stood still.
So did I.
How could the only woman that I’ve ever loved do me like this?
And how in the hell did we end up like this?
Chapter 1
Mark
My life may not be what I want it to be, but hey at least I’m trying. I got my baby mama and Jr. with me. Everything else is null and void. My big sister Tia and her fiancé Free moving in. I mean she hasn’t said that she would yet, but I know that she is. Once again my baby mama Moet tripping over some minor bullshit again.
“Mark, wat the fuck? Are you listening to me? Get MJ! I know you hear him crying!”
“Shit, why can’t you get him?”
“I’m doing my hair and makeup”
“That’s more important than Jr?” I ask.
“You mad or nah?” she says.
“What you want to eat?”
“A Hunt’s Brothers’ pizza.”
“Aight, I’ll get two.”
“Bring me two drinks, four bags of chips, a pack of cookies, and a king size Kit Kat,” Moet says.
“Okay. You gonna give me sum of that cookie?”
“Yeah, if I feel like it,” Moet says.
“Baby, it’s hot as hell.”
“I know. I’m so tired of being without lights.”
“Oh shit, here we go again. I’m doing the best I can”
“If I was dat Kareshia bitch – you’ll be breaking your neck.”
“And if I was that Jaden nigga- you’ll be sucking my dick.”
I slammed the door while she still talking mad shit. But she right – I miss Kareshia like hell. I’ll wait until she falls asleep and texts her.
Moet
My life ain’t nowhere near where I want it to be. I love Mark, but he is not Jaden or Champ. He’s fat, lazy, and loves me dearly. I’m not for that mushy love crap. I mean,” Where they do dat at?” He’s too sensitive for me. I need a real nigga to handle me. I’m a real and authentic BBW and I’m not 214lbs for nothing. I’m a chocolate snicker thick chick with sum bomb ass pussy to go with it. I have big eyes with smooth skin and this bob I just finished doing is giving me life. Yas! Mark is gonna have to step his game up or continue to get treated like a sucker. As a matter of fact, let me text Jaden while his stupid ass gone to the store.
Me: Whacha doin?
Jaden: Chillin, wassup?
Me: I miss you.
Jaden: How is my lil man?
Me: So, now you worried about him? What about me?
Jaden: Fuck you. I thought I told you that already.
Me: I thought you were just mad.
Jaden: Can I get a DNA test?
Me: Yeah, when I get ready.
Jaden: Aight. Until I get that, don’t contact me again.
Me: Damn, really?
Jaden: What you thought it was a game, bitch.
Me: Aight, you’ll never see MJ again.
Jaden: Find your baby daddy trick.
Did he just say that to me? Fuck him and his DNA test. He will find out when I get ready to tell him. Until then, Jr. got three daddies. Mark, Jaden, and Champ. I know it’s fucked up, but why should I care? Hey, what can I say? It’s my world and it’s all about me. So, between Mark and Champ, my baby ain’t gonna ever want for anything.
Tia
I’m so frustrated. My life is not going the way I planned it. How did I go from having two jobs and being a senior in college to a server making $2.13? So, once again school has to wait. Why is it so hard to finish? My little brother Mark just asked me to move into his crib. I love my lil bro, but he ca
n be a bit of a “Drama King.” And his girl Moet seems to be too much for me. Not to mention all of his poor taste in women, and I’m always there to protect him from them. This time I’m not involved at all. His life–his choice. Besides, I got my own problems. My boyfriend Free is a true character. I call him Extra Credit. Just because he do too much, and today is no different.
“Baby, I got to go to work,” I say moving out of his arms.
“Aight, gone then.”
“I’ll see you later.”
“Give me five dollas,”Free says.
“I don’t have any money.”
“What’s five dollas? Damn, it’s like dat?”
“Really, I’ll see you later.”
“So, what I suppose to do until you get off.”
“I don’t know nor do I care.”
“Aight, bet then.”
Don’t get me wrong I love Free, but lately, it has been hard to deal with his bullshit. And today he is in rare form. Every day we grow further apart. As a matter of fact, I plan to leave him as soon as school starts. I’m too tired of his bullshit.
Free
I mos def didn’t expect dis shit. My girl is tripping as always. Like I didn’t notice it has been two damn weeks since she gave me sum pussy. But I give her the keys to my truck so her ass can get to work. She bitching about five fucking dollars. I love my girl, but sometimes she gets on my last fucking nerve. I know she’s leaving. Fo sho, but she got me totally fucked up if she thinks it’s going to be easy. Now, I’m here with Mark and his trifling ass so-called baby mama. Tia refuses to let me stay in a hotel room while she goes to work. So, every day she leaves me here with her brother Mark and his supposed-to-be baby momma, Moet. This shit pisses me off. I need a drink, so I can numb all this bullshit. I know she just left for work, but Tia needs to hurry up and bring her ass back. When we get to the room, I’m going to give her exactly what we both need. I’m guaranteed to put her ass to sleep. Daddy, know what to do. I miss the way we use to be.
“Wat’s up, bruh?” Free says.
“Bruh!”Mark yells.
“Mane, yo sistah trippin. You know how her boogie ass is.”
“Aye bruh.”
“Shit, you know wats up,” I say.
“Dat’s my sistah and I can say dat. You can’t.” Mark says.
“Fuck dat. Buy me a beer.”
“Mane, I’m broke.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up.”
Chapter 2
Mark
Any moment I’m away from Moet. First, thing I do is text Kareshia.
Me: Hey, Re.
Re: Wats up?
Me: I wanna see you.
Re: Fo wat?
Me: Cause you still my love.
Re: ROTFLMAO
Me: Stop tripping.
Re: LOL
Me: Fo real .Stop with the shit.
Re: Where your baby mama at?
Me: At da crib
Re: Our crib
Me: Come on with all dat.
Re: You know wats up! You destroyed our world! Go be with your bitch!
Me: You left. I know you want to be with me.
Re: Hell, no. Like K. Michelle says, “You can’t raise a man!”
Me: Reshia.
Re: Don’t text me again.
I don’t know what to do. I like fucking my BM, but Kareshia is my heart. I’m walking back from the store regretting every step I’ve made up to this point. Soon as I see this bitch I’m going to be fed-da-fuck up. On the way home from the store, I walk through the cut between the store and the Asap. This pathway smells like pure piss and pussy. I know my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, but it looks like Kareshia and Moet sitting in the car together. Ain’t this some shit?
Moet
So, my day has been cool up to this point so far. My hair is messed up cuz Mark wants to eat a bitch out all night. That shit was so good that we put it on our online freaky page. We got 43 comments and 219 likes. We should’ve got paid
for that shit. Now, these basic ass hoes want it, those bitches won’t get shit. I got to school and this teacher bitch really wanted us to do her work. She must be out her damn mind. I don’t want to read a paragraph. This petty bitch is expecting me to read the whole page. What is a book gonna give me besides a headache? I need to rethink this school bullshit. I’m not Tia. She actually likes dis shit.
Now, I’m at the bus stop waiting for the next bus. It’s twenty-two minutes late. This is all Mark fault. He is so broke. That’s aight though. I know when he gets his money – I’m not going to want for shit. He knows what it is. My money is for me. His money is my money. His friend's money is mines too. As a matter of fact, the money his family gives him is mine too. Fuck dat – he gotta pay me. A for real in my face fee. Aye, what can I say –he is a sucka and his folks are suckas to me too. Just in time, here comes this hot ass bus. Maybe, it’s got a cute nigga on this bitch.
The bus has a mixture of so-called exotic scents from piss to perfume. Alright now. As soon I swipe my bus card; I spot this fine nigga that works at Sonic eye-balling me. I’m going to throw this booty his way. Let him know this here is available. And he can get it anytime. I smile. He smiles. Here I go again.
I give Dereon my number, and let him know to text only. We don’t do calls. I lick my tongue out at Dereon, switch off the bus, and walk in the house. I got seven niggas numbas, McDonald's twice with two niggas for lunch, and Champ told me I’m the only one with his heart. Life is good. That is until I get to my stop at my stomping grounds where we live – the Asap.
Oh hell no. This bitch Kareshia is in her car parked in front of our apartment unit.
Shit. What the hell does Mark ex-girlfriend want?
“Moet, come here for a minute.”
“Fo wat? Why are you here Kareshia?” I ask.
“To show you that Mark ass ain’t no good.”
“I know dat, but what you got to do with that?”
“Just get in.”
I’m curious so I get in the passenger side of her Baby blue Impala. I want to laugh cuz I don’t see what Mark saw in this bitch. She has a cocoa brown skin with a dusty weave ponytail with curls. She is about 35 years old, 6’4, 310lbs, her face is aight, but she ain’t thick like me. She ain’t a freak like me, and she is old enough to be his mama.
Now, this bitch is sitting here showing me texts from Mark. He is so wrong for that. I’m going to beat his ass. He just gave me sum good head and dick this morning and before he even got out of the bed with me he texting this old hag. Outdated pussy having ass bitch. Five minutes after she pulls up, Mark dumb ass walks up. Instead of coming to the car, he walks past us as if we can’t see his big body ass. So, she repeats everything that she just told me to him for confirmation.
Mark stupid ass just walks upstairs after she puts him on blast. He is just standing there looking stuck on stupid. I know I do what I do, but his dumb ass let the shit get back home. I still respect the home team.
Before I could say anything, I spot Tia and Free pulling up next to us.
Free
I’m sitting here listening to both of these no-good ass bitches talk about Mark. I think he is too good for both of these basic ass hoes. It would not be me. I’ll have both of these simple ass bitches apologizing to me. Just looking at this shit is making me mad.
Where the fuck is Mark?
I walk in the house and instantly go from 0 to 100. This shit don’t make any sense. This shit is filthy. How can anyone live like this with a six-month-old and let their crib get like this? Especially after me and Tia cleaned this shit up yesterday.
The lights been off for two months, pampers are stacked in the corner, and their nasty ass underwear lay next to the mattress that they sleep on with MJ. I walk through the living room and the front door is wide open with his partner Nate and MJ looking pissed and confused.
“Aye bruh.”
“Wat’s up Free?” Mark says.
“Why you up here when this trick
ass bitch outside with your girl?”
“He knows Moet going to get in his shit,” Nate says.
“Man, I don’t know what to do.”
“Stop acting like a sucka! That’s the first thing you need to do! Grab your balls, borrow some from Nate, and handle that bruh!”
“Mane, Moet pissed.”
“And tell her you fucked up. Simple ass bitch needs a place to stay. She ain’t really that fucked up about you. Long as you got an apartment, she got sum where to go. That bitch straight.”
“Aye Free,” Nate says. “Why she got to be a bitch?”
“Cuz she is. Watch what I tell you. All of this shit gonna come out. I been seen who she was. Now, it’s time for y’all to catch up to the truth.”
“Well. I’m just saying. My big brother Tre having a little get-together.Won’t yall come through.” Nate says.
“Aight , we will.”
We hear the kitchen door slam, and then dishes hitting the wall.
Aw shit. Moet is pissed.
“Aye, Nate. Buy me a beer bruh.” I say.
“I will but you got to promise me you won’t get turnt up,” Nate says.
“Bruh, I got you.’
“Yeah, you got me in trouble with my wife last night.”
“I was turnt up.”
“And we got into an argument cause you wuz turnt,”Nate says. “But come on.”
Tia
I’m not going to deal with this today. My little brother is always got some type of drama going on. When we pulled up to the Asap, I knew we had stumbled up on a messed up scene. I got twenty minutes to change into my work uniform and head out. But it looks like my brother is in too deep.
His choice. And guess what? It’s none of my business.
“Moet, just don’t kill my brother,” I say.
“But you need to see dis,” Moet says.
“Aight, but this shit better not make me late for work. Where’s Mark? ”
“His coward ass went in the house,” Kareshia says.
“Look at this, sis,” Moet says.