Nostrils flared, saliva hanging from his mouth. In his rage he looked less like a man and more like the demon my mind had conjured him up to be. Two uniformed officers stormed into the room and tried to restrain him. I turned and left as Rasheed was violently slammed to the floor after punching the guard in the face. I didn’t even bother looking back.
I was finally closing a chapter of my life that had been read and reread to such an extent that all the words looked the same, all the characters were predictable, and none of the endings were ones I wanted to be mine. Lovin’ these niggas is hard work. They fuck up, and then we cry about it and argue over it. Eventually we either move forward with them or move on without ’em. It gets even more drawn out and more complicated when we have these niggas’ babies.
My problem was that I’d always loved Rasheed. Rasheed’s just the type of nigga who wouldn’t eva love anyone more than he loved his damn self. It’s sad that it took me this long to finally realize it. It wasn’t fair that I’d been with this same nigga since I was sixteen, and here I was eight years and one baby later, nowhere near married to him and still putting up with the same shit over an’ over again. After all the disrespect and the lying I was finally over it. I guess you can say that I was finally over being his crutch and his support but not being worthy enough to be his wife. I guess I finally got fed up with being nothing more than his baby momma.
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Puppet Masters
Let me make one thang clear to y‘all: no matter what course of action ya take, there’s somethin’ that influences or affects the reason ya make ya final decisions. See, I was a needy bitch. I needed nice clothes, a nice car, hell, I needed all that finer shit these broke niggas hated on ‘cause they couldn’t an’ neva would be able to afford it for they damn selves let alone give it to my ass. Shit, Larissa Roberts is a trophy muthafuckin’ wife. I ain’ workin’ no damn five days a week at some bullshit-ass, eighty hour a pay period job jus’ to make barely enough to pay my bills. My baby momma did all that an’ then some. Chelly been mine ever since the day we met in college. It mighta took me a li‘l while to get her to open up, but straight bitches don’t stare at my ass daydreamin’! Somethin’ told me from the jump she was “fam,” an’ my gaydar ain’ neva been off. I ain’t even mad at bein’ stuck with Nisha’s brat. If my baby wanted a big family then that’s what the fuck my baby was gonna have. I can’t lie though, I did want it to be our baby, but I guess if you took her ex-man and my cousin then Lataya was as much ours as she could ever be.
Speakin’ of the devil. I got up from the couch and rushed to give Chelle kisses as she walked through the door.
“I gotta tip my hat to you, baby, you one of da smartest money-makin’ bitches I know and I seen that shit from day one.” It was true too; any nigga she decided to fuck wit’ was gonna end up bein’ a rich muthafucka if she had any say about it. Why she got so hung up on Rasheed’s bum ho’n ass I didn’t know. But I was glad I was finally able to split dat bullshit up.
“Mmm, hmm. You’re just trying to butter me up because I brought you a present, right? I’m not fooled. Where are my babies?”
She looked past me an’ sat down on the couch to take off her heels. I sat on the floor in front of her, as was our custom, an’ massaged her left foot until I felt da muscles relax, an’ did the same to her right.
“The baby is ‘sleep an’ Trey is in his room watchin’ cartoons. Relax, ma.” I ain’t bother tellin’ her my grandma had called an’ cussed me out for not lookin’ after Nisha. I thought I’d feel bad but I ain’ never like Nisha’s ass no damn way. Da bitch got on my last nerve. I thought we was cool ’til I found out she was fuckin’ my ex-girlfriend. I was sure niggas got all googly-eyed thinkin’ dey was gettin’ into some virgin-type pussy since she was young an’ ain’ neva fucked wit’ a lotta dudes. Shit! Dat’s only ‘cause she been lickin’ pussy since day muthafuckin’ one!
When Trenisha broke down an’ hit me for a place to stay, da first thing I worried ’bout was whether her ass was gonna try to press up on Chelle. She gave me dis whole “I’m straight now” song an’ dance an’ I had to give myself some points for showin’ a li’l mercy an’ takin’ her in. Puttin’ her in Rah’s path was exactly what Michelle needed in order to see dat nigga wasn’t eva gonna change. Not fa himself, not fa his son, and damn sure not fa Michelle’s ass.
“What the hell you do now?”
Chelle was watchin’ me intently. I’d jus’ spaced out on her for a sec, lost in my thoughts. “Damn, baby, I ain’ did shit. I was jus’ thinkin’ nothin’ serious. Can I please have dis damn surprise now, Chelle?” She laughed. Dis was torture an’ she knew it. I sat back on my haunches an’ waited as she opened her Louis laptop bag an’ pulled out a folder. My heart was doin’ fuckin’ flips in my chest as I flipped it open, anxious to see what she’d done. For da first time in my life I cried what I’d heard bitches on TV call “tears of joy.” Da first sheet of paper was a marriage license an’ da second was a deed for... I skimmed over dat bitch as best as I could through my tears. Seven bedrooms, state-of-the-art appliances, $500,000, and Florida were the only words I could make out before I just all-out bawled like my ass was tryin‘a steal da award from Lataya. Chelle was smilin’ an’ had started cryin’ as she slid down onto the floor beside me.
“Larissa, you’ve been with me through everything, and I know I tell you how much you mean to me every day. Now I can finally start showing you, baby. For every tear I’ve made you cry and every bruise I’ve dealt your heart, I’m not gonna rest until I’ve replaced every single bad memory with fifteen good ones. Even if it takes every day. Until the day I die. This I promise.”
We shared a genuine heartfelt kiss dat immediately turned lustful an’ had me ready to go pull Ike da fuck out an’ give her a serious-ass appreciation fuck. As if on cue, Lataya started whalin’ an’ we both laughed. Chelle stood up, smoothin’ her skirt out an’ straightenin’ her hair as if she were worried that the baby would be able to tell we were just foolin’ around.
“I’ll go see to our princess an’ make sure Trey isn’t up there deconstructing his bedroom set. You can relax tonight.” She bit her lower lip an’ gave me an’ all-tellin’ naughty smile before she continued, “I mean, relax until it’s time for us to go to bed.”
I loved my baby momma to damn death. I got erethang I eva wanted. A beautiful home, beautiful children, plenty of paper, an’ most important, I got Michelle. She mighta called the plays but when it’s all said and done I was da muthafucka who provided her wit’ da pen an’ da game book to write dem bitches down.
Author Bio
Discovered by actress Drew Sidora (The Game, Step-Up 2, White Chicks); Ni‘chelle Genovese of Norfolk, Virginia is no stranger to the pen. Even though she’s like a fish in water when it comes to being in the studio or behind the mic, she has proven that she is more than just your typical artist. As a musician, Ni’chelle’s main mission was to stay true to herself and beliefs. She’s turned down impressive offers from Lil’ Kim’s Queen Bee Records as a ghostwriter and even passed on an exclusive recording contract with Bad Boy. Under the close mentoring of rapper Ice-T, Ni’chelle developed a writing style unlike any other female MC. She has since penned verses and hooks for the likes of Pink, Governor, Mike Bless, and Drew Sidora, but her heart lies in her storytelling abilities. On December 23, with the aid of her manager Maurice “First” Tonia, Ni‘chelle self-published and released the drama-filled novel Baby Momma. This is the first in a three-part series that not only draws readers into its plots and ploys but spirals them into a world of passion, crime, and revenge. The novel Baby Momma was an instant success and caught the eye of the literary phenomenon Carl Weber. Within two months of its release, Ni’chelle Genovese was signed to an exclusive publishing deal with Carl Weber’s Urban Books and is also working on a new series titled Church Girl. This young woman’s journey has only just begun and looks to have a bright fulfilling future.
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