by Mocha Lovan
“So what the fuck did Shay do while that shit was going down? I know he went bad on her ass right?”
“He didn’t say anything. I beat her ass and he drove me away from there, without saying a word.”
“Nothing, not even a peep?” Taniyah questioned me.
“Nothing, not a muthafuckin’ word.” All I could do was shake my head. Tears began to flow down my cheeks again, like a broken spout that could not be turned off.
“Girl, it’s going to be okay.” Taniyah put her hand on my back. “I’m telling you that bitch got you and Shay fucked up. Shay wouldn’t do that to you. That bitch is lying like fuck!”
With steam coming from both ears, Taniyah took a hard right turn at the corner. As I listened to the car wheels squeal, I was hoping that Taniyah’s words were the predicted truth, but why wouldn’t Shay just say so? Why wouldn't he tell me about the situation from the start? Granted, it’s a fucked up predicament to be in, but damn, I think I deserved to know. Did he think that little of me to assume that I wouldn’t be there for him?
“I don’t know Taniyah, but my head hurts and I don’t want to think about this shit right now.” Shay and I just went from the top of the world, to the pits of hell in a matter of hours. I’m not built for all of this. I feel like someone just died.
“I get it girl,” said Taniyah. “No worries. Just rest your head and I will take care of you. You know I got you, boo. Let me know if you're not going to school tomorrow, so I can get your assignments for you, okay? If necessary, I can pay this lil nerd I know, to do your work for you. Feel free to stay with me until you're ready to go home.”
Chapter 12
I kept checking my phone to see if Shay tried to text or call, but there was nothing in my logs. Technically, he should be trying to fix this situation, or maybe he’s straightening things out with his baby momma. I can’t even believe I said Shayvon and baby momma in the same sentence.
All night, Taniyah held me close and I felt okay under the circumstances. It was nice to feel loved.
Shayvon
This is not how I planned to tell Sacaria about Jasmine. It is a messed-up story that I should had told her from the start, but it just never seemed to come up. I’m not like my dad and I never wanted to have my seed planted in some bitch that I don’t like. I should have gotten a blood test, but since I don’t even remember sleeping with Jasmine, I just figured that she was after my money.
I have no idea why my mom would ever even entertain Jasmine and her lies. I’m for sure going to check my mom about that shit too. I guess she’s so used to how my dad treated her that she didn’t put it past me. Since my mom has never witnessed me being in a committed relationship, she probably figured that it’s some "like father like son" type of shit. Well, I’m not him and Jasmine's ass is lying.
Jasmine wasn’t even there the night she claims that I had sex with her. Granted, there was a lot of females there and I did get drunk, but not drunk enough not to strap up. A ‘G’ like me can strap up, even if I was in a coma. These thots will do anything for money. Momma ain’t raised no fool and I’m not Boo-Boo the fool either. I should have just had a DNA test done, but the fact that I never even saw the baby in person, didn’t set right with me. How can I get a DNA test on a baby that I can’t even see? I told the bitch to bring that baby to me, but she never did. She just gossips out in the streets about how I don’t take care of it.
Jasmine claims that my mom thinks the baby looks just like me, but my mom say she never even saw the baby. I guess now would be a good time to call Moms to see what’s really going on.
“Hey Mom, are you busy right now? I need to holla... um…talk to you about something important.”
Mom replied, “I’m free for a little bit, baby, but you know I gotta be at Bible study tonight and the pastor asked me to run an errand on the way to the church.”
“Okay then, I will make it quick.”
“Okay, hurry up baby. I love you and I sure hope everything is okay with you.”
“See you in a minute, Mom. Love you too.”
Moms and I talked about Jasmine and the baby situation she keeps getting at me about. Mom said that she never saw the baby in person, but that Jasmine showed her a picture of a baby boy that looked like me. She said that she gave her diapers, food, and clothes.
Having this conversation was hard, because I could see the hurt in my Mom’s eyes. She looked me dead in my face and told me how this situation brings back so many bad memories for her. I held my mom and promised her that I’m nothing like my father and with that being said, I promised to handle the situation ASAP.
As soon as I left Moms, I got Q’Mari on the phone. He was able to get Jasmine’s number from Tiffany. I wondered how Jasmine knew where to find me. Then it hit me that Tiffany saw me pull up to meet Todd earlier. That trifling bitch couldn't wait to run her fucking mouth—always minding somebody else’s business.
I haven't tried to call Sacaria. I’m going to give her time to take everything in. Good thing I love that girl, because with any other bitch, I wouldn't have gave two fucks about what she was going through. Mainly, I’d be instructing her to shut the fuck up, stay the fuck out of grown man business and a whole list of other shit, but this was different. I owed Sacaria an explanation. Not only that, but also, this explanation should be given sooner than later. I can't imagine how bae must be feeling right now. Sacaria trusted me, when she wouldn't trust anybody else, and my dumb fuck ass let her down.
Jasmine’s bitch ass is really tripping. I need to go talk to her about this situation and get a resolution to it, ASAP. Between this shit and Erica’s disappearance, I'm not sure what’s going on. Why does my gut say that Erica is somewhere plotting on me? I didn’t end things well with her. In fact, I really didn’t end things at all. God forbid that Erica should resurface and be pregnant by me; Sacaria would kill me.
I’m not going to waste time getting ahead of myself or stressing over these thots. I'm going to set Tiffany’s ass straight and go fix things with my future wife. As Sacaria would say, ‘Everything else can take several seats in the “I don’t give a fuck” section’.
“Jasmine!” Shayvon shouted.
“Who dis?”
“Did you really just answer the phone with, who dis? Ratchet ass. Never mind bitch, look. Bring the baby outside so I can see it, him, her or whatever,” I yelled, as I stared furiously at the door to Jasmine’s house.
“Who the fuck is this?”
“It’s Shay, bruh! How many other muthafuckas you got thinking that that’s their baby? Bitch, stop playing and bring me the baby! You wanted me here, so now I'm fucking here.”
“Well, he’s not here, Shay, damn!”
“Where in the fuck is he? Come get your ass in this car. Let’s go get him right now.”
“He will be home tomorrow. Come back tomorrow!”
No this trifling bitch did not just hang up the phone in my face. I knew she was playing games, and I didn't have time for it. Against my best judgment, I got up and went to her door, since I was already parked outside. I was ringing her phone off the hook, but she wouldn’t answer.
I hollered, “Jasmine, open up this door before I kick it off the hinges!”
The door slowly opened and out popped Jasmine’s head. “What the fuck, Shay!”
“Bitch, don’t play with me. Let me in!” I pushed my way into the house. “I want to see my so-called child!”
“I told you that he ain’t here, damn! Why are you acting so crazy? You and that bitch are made for each other. Do you see what she did to my eye? Psycho bitch!”
“You ain’t seen me act crazy yet. You got these cats up in here, but it ain’t a baby in sight.”
The two young dudes that were sitting on the couch, jumped up on their feet.
The taller dude said, “Aw man, Shay, I didn’t know y’all was fucking around. No disrespect, homie. We’re leaving,” he said, as he yanked his homie’s sleeve in effort to get him moving faster.
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“Nah, we ain’t like nothing, blood! But right now, it would be...” Before I could finish my sentence they had bent the corner and let the screen door slam behind them. I see these fools ain’t forgot who I am, but Jasmine obviously did, because she’s trying me. This ole trifling ass thot.
“I’m not going to tell yo’ ass again, Jasmine,” I shouted with force.
“He’s not here!”
“Well, I need to see him and make sure that he’s mine.”
“Why are you so concerned now, Shay?”
“Are you serious? You just showed up and showed the fuck out in front of my woman!” Before I knew it, my hands were around Jasmine’s neck. I was literally choking the shit out of her when I heard a man’s voice yelling.
“Shay, you killing her, bruh!” Todd said, while trying to pry my fingers from around Jasmine’s neck. Thank God that he showed up. “Damn bruh!” Todd said, as he looked back at me, while making his way to what seemed to be a bedroom.
Jasmine was on the floor, holding her neck, as she coughed and gasped for air. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then I walked her into the hallway. “Look Jazz, I’m not trying to hurt you or put my hands on you. I am just trying to do the right thing, but you’re playing games. If I really am the father of your baby, then let me do my part. To be honest, I never meant to skip out on you. The thing is that I don’t remember you being with me, the night you said you was. I don’t remember having sex with you Jasmine, real spit. My mom said you only showed her a picture of the baby. I want to see him in person and I should technically be able to—”
“No your ass is crazy, and you’re never going to see him. Just drop off my check and you can go back to your psycho wifey and leave us alone.”
Oh my fucking gosh, maine! Is this how it feels to become a baby daddy? I really don't understand this bitch at all. Here I am trying to be responsible and she's on some real life fuck shit.
“I’m not paying child support for a baby that I can’t see, and I will see him. Take me to him right the fuck now!”
“No nigga, fuck you!”
The next thing I knew, slapped the shit of Jasmine. This time nobody came to her rescue. I slapped her a few more times, hoping to get her under control. I stopped to see if she was going to play fair. She was crying and holding her face. I hadn’t punched her in the face, because I didn’t want to catch a case. A black eye is easy to see and swells up fast. You know the police would love to rough me up and take me to jail, and Jasmine’s bitch ass would love to call ‘em.
“Why are you doing this to me, Shay?” I was confused by how sincere Jasmine appeared to be and so innocent at this moment. “I’m sorry Shay, damn.” Jasmine grabbed my arm and pulled me close.
She was almost cute with her eyes so sad and big. Her bottom lips curled up into a frown. She put her arms around me and looked up at my face. I looked down at her and kissed her head. She grabbed my face and kissed my lips.
“Jasmine, please show me my baby, please. Is that too much to ask?” I asked, but she didn’t reply.
Instead, Jasmine kissed me harder. I sat her down on the floor and wiped her face. “I need to see the baby, Jasmine,” I said, as Jasmine pulled her shirt up to show her bare nipples. She put my hand on one. We started kissing more and practically started fucking, right there in the hall.
Then Jasmine whispered in my ear. “Let’s make another baby, Shay.”
“What!”
“I love you, Shay. Marry me and let’s be together forever.”
“The fuck, you crazy bitch! You need help,” I said, as I pushed her off me. “First, you need to bring the baby that already exists out of hiding.”
It felt so weird to be looking at this bitch I hardly know, not knowing if she's the mother of my child. It's a weird feeling that I kind of like, just not with her. Please don’t let this be my future. I don't know what I have to do, but please let this be a huge mistake.
“You just want to sit here and play games. To be honest, you're lucky that I showed up here. I’m only doing this because I promised my mom that I would. Otherwise, I wouldn’t give two fucks about you and whoever’s baby that is. Really, at this point, I still don’t. I need a blood test done, ASAP!”
“Yeah right and I don’t know where you are going to get a blood test done right now.”
“I'm not no fuck boy, I did my research, bitch. They sell paternity tests at any drug store, quit playing.” I started thinking about the time that Todd got his baby tested. He went straight to the drug store, got one of those paternity packages, and sent the swabs straight to the lab. My boy has been on straight up daddy mode with his baby ever since.
“I got this, Jasmine; all I need is to see the baby. I will put it to you like this, if I don’t see him, then he just won’t have no dad, and that is something I would hate to do over your dumb ass.”
“Okay, okay! I will pick him up and bring him to your house tonight, but I can’t take you to go get him… I just can’t.”
“All right then, tonight… and don’t make me come back over here.”
Todd
“Dayum bruh! You was about to kill Jasmine’s ass. Did she show you the baby or what? Better yet, what the fuck did Sacaria have to say about the situation? Yo’, she put paws on Jasmine. I didn't know lil mama had hands like that. I wish I could have recorded that fight. I would be uploading that joint to YouTube right now as we speak, ya dig!”
I knew Shay didn't want Sacaria out there fighting. He's too used to those stuck up bitches that gotta keep it cute, no matter what. Sacaria ain’t fooling me, not one bit. She can hide behind that curly hair and pretty face, but she ain’t nothing but a hood rat in disguise. Shay dressed her up and kept her lips zipped, but I'm not going for it. I know a hood rat when I see one.
It took Shay this long just to bring her to the hood so she could look out of place. Who do he think he’s fooling? Get the fuck out of here with that shit.
“Nah, but Jasmine is supposed to bring the baby by my crib later on. I don’t trust it though. Something just ain’t right about this entire situation. Did you see the baby? You be over there,” Shay asked, with a dumbfounded look on his face.
Sarcastically I said, “I feel it bruh, but nope I don’t pay attention to no babies that ain’t mine. I’m only over there every blue moon and even then, I go straight to the room then straight back out the door. Nigga get the fuck out of here! So you think I been seeing the baby she claim is yours, and not mentioned it to you?” I asked, shaking my head and looking at Shay up and down.
I couldn't help, but to play the devil’s advocate, because I really didn’t appreciate the disrespect that had been coming my way from Shay. “I gotta admit, it don’t sound right to me either. Why would she lie though?”
The entire time Shay was talking to me, I couldn't help but look at him sideways. Call it what you want, but ever since he got with Sacaria, it’s like he don’t trust Q’Mari and me no more. Both Q’Mari and I have been telling this fool to beware of Sacaria, but he acts like we tripping.
For a minute, Sacaria’s name had been in the streets when she was running with Erica and Taniyah, so we had to tell him. That’s our job and he knows it. Q’Mari and I tried to be a part of the circle, but Erica and Taniyah’s asses was way too sneaky for our taste. I felt as if I was being set up, every time we chilled with them hoes. Everybody knows that one of the best ways to get to a nigga, is through a bitch.
This is the first time Shay has treated us like this and it cuts like a knife. But check it, the first time shit go wrong, we gon’ be the first people he calls. I have to have his back unless I tell him otherwise, because I’m a man of my word, but I don't know about Q’Mari. Q’Mari is crazy as fuck and he don't take any form of betrayal well. Accident or nah, Q’Mari still ain’t having it.
“So what are you going to do if the baby is yours?”
“I have to take care of it, but I’m not trying to accept that possibility right now, bruh
. I haven't even talked to Sacaria since the fight. She asked me to drop her at her mom’s house and I did. I want to face her with facts and solutions, and she probably needs time to think. She might not even want ya boy no more.”
“Stop crying over that little bit—” Shay shot me a quick glance. “That girl ain’t going nowhere. She somewhere turning up and talking shit about you to her raggedy ass friends. Soon as that get old, she will be right back in yo’ face. My baby momma do the same shit all the time. You ain’t ever messed with a female long enough to know. The minute one thing goes wrong, you’re on to the next, but when you got a baby momma you see it all.”
“I know, but I didn't want that life for Sacaria though. I don't want her going through this shit. I mean, I’m not perfect by any means. I dipped a few times, but it didn't feel right. Right now, I’m a one-woman man.”
“What? You cheated on Sacaria, bruh!”
“Lower your voice, shit!”
“Can’t nobody hear me, ole paranoid, pussy-whipped, looking ass. Nah, but I feel you; I just can’t be with one woman like that though. It’s not meant for me. My dick don’t have no chill.”
“I didn't think mine did either. To be honest, I felt like this before the sex though. I waited to have sex with her.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wanted to be happy for Shayvon, but it’s too different to hear him talking like this. I mean wasn’t he the same nigga with a butt-naked foreign bitch in his car a little while back? He didn't even know her name. This was the same night that we was as high as giraffe ass, fucking in a room full of hoes.
I think Sacaria put voodoo on Shay, real talk. I’m not about to let my ears be subject to any more of this nonsense. “Shay man, I hate to cut you off, but I gotta make a few runs and I know your plate is full for the day, so I will holler at you later.” With some dap and a half hug, I was out of there and on to my own business.