“Hey Mama.”
“Hey babe. Hey Ma, you coming in?”
“I’ll come in for a few.”
I closed the door behind them and we walked toward the living room. Fuck, I totally forgot the place was a mess from the havoc I created earlier.
“What happened in here? Did somebody lose their mind and break all your stuff?”
“No, nothing happened. I just had a moment. I forgot to clean up.”
“I’m happy you’re feeling a little better. I don’t know what happened in here earlier, but you might want to clean it up.”
“I got it.”
We hung around for little, just talking about everyday things. Mama decided to leave.
“Are you and Amaiya safe over here? I told you before that y’all can stay with me ’til the divorce is final.”
“Ma, I told you before: this is my house and I’m not leaving for shit. I’m going to stay here and make sure that bastard don’t mess my shit up. I worked too hard to buy this and I will not walk away from it.”
“I understand. I’m just worried that he is goin’ to show his black ass. I want y’all safe and away from him.”
I saw the worried look on Mama’s face. I hated that she worried so much.
“Look, Mama, I’m a big girl, and you raised me to be tough. I’ve had my share of weakness, but that shit is over. I have to grow a backbone and put my big girl panties on.” I rubbed her back.
“Aiight sugar. Remember, I’m a phone call away.” She kissed me on the cheek and then walked out the door.
After Mama, left I made some soup for Amaiya and myself. She then went to her room, and I went to lie down. My mind was racing and all over the place. I was thinking of divorcing Hassan. Yes, finally I’d be able to breathe again.
Thoughts of taking Mr. Spencer up on his offer crossed my mind, which made my heart flutter and my palms became sweaty. Oh hell no, this can’t be happening, I thought. I was in one fucked up relationship that broke and shattered my heart into tiny pieces. I didn’t know if I’d ever want another man. Shit, I could definitely understand why women turned to other women for comfort. These men nowadays were full of shit.
I pulled up my blanket, closed my eyes. What was the possibility of me finding love again?
* * *
I woke up to the banging of my downstairs door. My first instinct was somebody was trying to break in. I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my robe and my cell phone. That was when I heard “Bronx Police. Open up the door.”
The police? Lord, this bitch done reported me, was the first thought that entered my mind. My heart started racing as I walked down the stairs. I looked through the peephole and there were three officers posted outside. I took a long sigh and then opened the door.
“Yes, may I help you?” I nervously asked.
“Ma’am, we are looking for Hassan Clarke. Is he home?”
“Uh, I’m not sure. We are separated and I don’t know when he’s here or not.”
“Is that his car?” he pointed to the side of the house.
I peeped around the corner, “Yes that’s his car. Let me see if he’s upstairs.”
I turned around, walked back inside and went up the stairs. I walked to his room, tried his door, but it was locked. I banged on the door a few times.
“Ma, what’s going on?” Amaiya stepped out of her room.
“Honey, the police are here looking for your dad. Go back in your room.”
I banged on his door a few more times. He opened the door, barely dressed and cock hard as hell.
“What the fuck you want?”
“The police is at the door. They want to speak with you.”
“The police? What the heck they want with me?”
“Why don’t you bring yo’ black ass down there and find out.”
I walked away from him and went back downstairs. “He’s coming, officers.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
I stood there as he walked downstairs, pulling a hoody over his head.
“Officers, I’m attorney Hassan Clarke. My wife told me y’all want to talk with me.” He stepped outside.
“Hassan Clarke, you’re under arrest for assault and battery. You have the right to remain silent. And if you give up that right, anything and everything you say, will be used against you, in the court of law.” The slim police officer continued to read him his rights while he placed the cuffs on him.
“What y’all doing to my Daddy?” Amaiya rushed outside.
“Please get back in the house, ma’am.”
I grabbed Amaiya, and hugged her tight.
“What the hell am I being arrested for? Who did I supposedly assault?” he yelled.
He turned to look at me. I stared at him. I didn’t feel any kind of emotion. All I knew was his ass done did some shit he didn’t have no business doing.“Babe, call Leon and let him know they’re locking me up on some bullshit. He’ll handle everything.”
I continued looking at him. Any other time I was that “bitch” or whatever words came to his mouth, but now his ass needs me I’m “babe.”
“Come on,” I dragged Amaiya inside the house.
“Why they lock him up?”
“I have no idea, baby. Only your daddy knows what he did.”
All this damn drama early in the morning. I knew these nosey neighbors of mine were up, probably trying to figure out what was going on. They weren’t the only one; my ass was also trying to find out. I knew I had to wait until they booked him, then I could call to hear what his charges were.
I looked at the time. It was a quarter to six. It didn’t make sense to go back to sleep. After all this drama, I needed a strong cup of coffee to start my day.
Amaiya was visibly upset about her father getting locked up, which I totally understood. Even though he barely paid her any attention, she loved him. I knew things might have been a little hard on her, first with the divorce and now this.
“Ma, can I stay home today? I don’t feel too good.”
“You know what? This is your first time being home from school. So yes, you can.”
I watched as she dragged herself back to her room. I walked into my room and flopped down onto the bed. Lord, I want this all to end soon, I thought.
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