by Natavia
“Why didn’t you answer the phone, Dez?” I asked. He continued to play his game ignoring me. I got up then snatched his game out of the wall. He jumped up mad.
“I was betting on that damn game!” he said, pissed off. I mushed him. “Who the fuck was that nigga? You better start talking or else I’m going to end up on house arrest again! Matter of fact, I’m going to jail this time!” I said. He chuckled.
“Sit your crazy ass down, Shimmy!” he said, ignoring me. He walked into the bathroom with his phone in his hand. I heard the shower turn on. I went into the kitchen then grabbed a pair of scissors. When I got into Dez’s room I opened up his underwear drawer. I smiled as I imagined him going off on me. I cut the tips of his socks. I cut a hole in the crotch part of his boxer-briefs and the sleeves off of his t-shirts. I was ready to cut the elastic part on his baller shorts but I heard the water turn off. I hurriedly put the scissors back then sat down on the couch in the living room. A few minutes later Dez stormed out into the living room with his toes coming through his socks and his dick falling out of the hole in his boxer-briefs.
“WHAT THE FUCK YOU DO THIS FOR?” he yelled at me. I fell over laughing. Dez couldn’t stay mad at me long. He would choke me, jack me up then be all up in my face seconds later. I was checking my Facebook page as Dez paced back and forth, cursing me out. His mama walked into the house then looked at Dez. “What type of freaky shit y’all hot asses got going on? What type of roleplay is this? I swear y’all damn kids do more nasty shit than us grown folks!” Desiree said.
“How am I nasty? You had me at fourteen!” Dez said to his mama.
“Dezerelle, don’t you play with me, hear? I will kick your tall, fucking ass! And fix your damn shrimp! I’m not trying to see that!” Desiree said. Dez covered himself up,
“Whatever, Ma! I’m grown over here!” Dez spat.
“I bet you are! And the next time I hear you fucking a woman that’s my age, I’m beating her ass and then your ass! I’m not playing, Dez! The next time Kiwanna and her nappy head kids pop up over here, I’m turning up and turning out!” Desiree said, puffing on her Black and Mild.
“You’re welcome, Shimmy!” she said to me. Dez was mad that his mama just told on him. But everyone knows Dez’s messy-ass mama can’t hold water, including her son’s.
“You run your mouth too much! That’s old! I don’t even mess with Kiwanna anymore!” Dez said, walking down the hall to his room.
“I run my mouth too much? Then get your grown ass out of my house then, Dez! And don’t be slamming my damn doors either! I don’t give a shit if you pay the rent! This is my damn home! Your name ain’t on shit!” Desiree hollered.
“That grown-ass boy got me hot! I swear if he makes me a young grandmama I’m beating his ass! You better make him wear a condom too, Shimmy! These young niggas out here now are fucking machines!” she said, flipping through the channels. The door opened and it was Dez’s mama’s friend, Latifa. Latifa was around twenty-eight and she was a straight up hoodrat! She had on leggings, a small t-shirt, and flip-flops with the colorful socks on. Her hair was tied up in a scarf. Her shape was almost like Serena Williams and she was pretty in the face. I felt in my gut her and Dez did something before though.
“You got some sugar?” she asked Desiree. Latifa looked at me from head to toe. She frowned her nose up at me.
“You smell something?” I asked Latifa then she rolled her eyes. Dez came out of his room looking good enough to eat. Dez was sexy to me, and although he was only eighteen, he looked to be around twenty-two. His tattoos covered almost his whole upper body. He even had tattoos on his hands. Latifa looked at him then licked her lips. Desiree was busy running her mouth on the phone.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, standing up.
“Where you going, Dez?” Latifa asked.
“Why are you asking him questions, Latifa? Don’t fuck with me! I swear to God, bitch, don’t do it!” I spat. Desiree hung up the phone.
“Don’t piss my baby off, Latifa!” Desiree said. Latifa rolled her eyes at me.
“Ma, me and Shimmy heading out! You want me to bring you something back?” he asked.
“I want some Patrón, a box of Dutch masters and some Mike’s Lemonade wine coolers! I like the mango flavor. Oh, and bring me some Chipotle and a sweet tea from Mcdonald’s. Tell them muthafucka’s to give you light ice too. They give you that big-ass cup and after two sips, it’s gone! Now, how long are y’all going to be?” she asked Dez.
“Bring me some Panda Express, Dez!” Latifa butted in. Dez walked out, ignoring her. I rolled my eyes at the bitch before I left their apartment.
“Let me catch you fucking with that bitch, I swear, Dez!” I said to him. He pulled me into a hug then kissed my lips.
“I’m not fucking her!” he said to me. I pushed him off then blushed.
Dez and I ended up at the mall and he kept an eye on me. “Shimmy, I swear your thieving ass better not touch shit!” he whispered to me. I rolled my eyes as I looked around the store. I saw a cute pair of pink Puma’s that would look good with my printed leggings and Nike hoodie. I told the salesperson I needed a 5 ½ in kids. Dez was getting all new socks, t-shirts, and baller shorts. He grilled me because he had to get all new under clothes. I blew him a kiss.
“You paying for these?” I asked him. He snatched the box from me then put it on the counter.
“I shouldn’t buy your crazy ass shit!” he said. I walked through the mall with my arm through Dez’s. I haven’t told him but I love him! The problem is that I’m a virgin and sometimes I wanted him to have it and other times I didn’t.
“I’m hungry, Dez,” I said to him.
“Your ass is always hungry,” he said, laughing. After we left the mall Dez got everything his mother wanted. When we got back Latifa was still sitting on the step. I got out of Dez’s car, switching past Latifa. I walked straight up the steps into Dez’s apartment. I headed straight to their bathroom to take a shower. Once I finished I put on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top that I got out of my small drawer in his room. I wrapped my hair up in a silk scarf. Dez came into the room then grabbed something from underneath his mattress.
“I’ll be back! I got to go and handle something real quick!” he said, kissing my lips. I got comfortable in his king-size bed then turned on his TV. I let sleep take over me.
When I woke up it was four in the morning. I checked my phone and there weren’t any missed calls or text messages. I put on my clothes then headed outside. There were people still posted up on the corner as well as on the steps, smoking and drinking. The hood never sleeps.
I had a slight feeling where Dez was. Dez and I are just kicking it. We aren’t in a relationship but I couldn’t handle my feelings for him. I walked through a cut that led to the back of Latifa’s building. I saw a fiend nodding off in the corner.
“You saw Dez?” I asked the man.
“Desiree’s son?” he asked.
“Yeah, him!” I said.
“He’s upstairs on the second floor, apartment E!” he said. I just knew Latifa was waiting around for something! He was in her home! Dez was fucking his mama’s friend!
“You got two dollars?” the fiend asked me. I gave him five dollars then he scurried away. I didn’t knock on Latifa’s door. I called Dez instead and he answered. “Walk outside!” I said.
“For what? I’m not in the hood, I’m out with my niggas,” he lied. I started laughing.
“I’m by Latifa’s door, Dez! I know you are in there! Now, walk your simple ass outside before I knock on that bitch’s door! You don’t want me to cause a scene! Better yet, let me call your mama and tell her who you are fucking with!” I said, hanging up. Five minutes later Dez walked out like he had just got finished fucking. I wasn’t the type of girl that wore my feelings on my sleeve. I had a hard exterior and it was tough for anyone to get through it, but Dez did. I burst out into tears and for the first time he saw me cry. It’s not even the first time I cried ove
r him. He looked at me nervously, not knowing whether he should say something or not.
“I’m not fucking with you anymore!” I said, walking away. He grabbed me, begging me not to leave him alone.
“Get the fuck off me, Dez!” I said to him.
“I’m sorry!” he pleaded. I pushed him off of me then he grabbed me again. Latifa came out of the house smoking a cigarette with her leggings digging up in her crotch. It was evident she didn’t have any panties on.
“You need you a real woman, Dez!” Latifa said. I kicked Dez between the legs then walked away. He was bent over, holding his dick. I went into his apartment to get my purse and car keys. I stormed out and hurriedly went to my car. Dez came out of nowhere, pulling me away from my car.
“Chill the hell out, Shimmy!” he said.
“What the hell is going on?” Desiree said, walking up the sidewalk in her robe. “Someone knocked on my damn door telling me my son is out here acting a damn fool! Let her go, Dez!” Desiree said to him.
“Talk to her, Ma! She is trying to leave me!” he said, getting agitated. The nerve of this fool!
“What the fuck did you do? Didn’t I tell you to leave Kiwanna’s ass alone?” she said, clocking Dez upside the head.
“I keep telling your wanna-be grown ass to stop fucking these older women! They are going to trap your hot-in-the-dick ass!” Desiree yelled, clocking Dez upside the head.
“Chill the hell out, Ma!” he said, trying to get away from her. I couldn’t find my keys. Then I remembered when Dez grabbed me he snatched them from me. I just wanted to go home! A few of Dez’s neighborhood friends pulled his mama off of him. She fixed her scarf.
“I’m going to leave your ass alone for now! But you gotta come in the house to wash your lil’ funky dick!” she said to Dez.
“Where are my keys, Dez?” I asked him.
“Fuck you! You ain’t getting shit! And if you get one of your bucket head friends to come and get you, I’m shooting their tires out of their car!” he said and his friends chuckled. Sad part about it is that Dez was serious.
“That’s exactly why I’m about to get another nigga to take my virginity! You don’t deserve it! You just watch and see!” I said calmly. Dez charged at me but I moved out of the way and took off down the street. I pulled my cell-phone out then dialed Shannon.
“What you want?” she asked wide-awake.
“Bitch, hurry up and come get me! I’m ready to walk out of Newtowne! Dez’s ass got my car keys!” I said into the phone.
“You are lucky I’m around the corner!” she said. She pulled up within two minutes. I hurriedly got into her car then she sped off.
“That nigga is crazy! What the hell you keep messing with him for?” Shannon asked me, pulling up in a gas station. I got out to get something to drink and a box of hotamales. A black BMW pulled up at the pump. The driver got out and I could tell by his swag that he wasn’t from around here. He was cute as hell too! He walked up to the window when I walked off. I looked behind me and he was still looking at me. I smiled at him.
“Hey, ma, come here for a sec!” he called out to me.
“Who, me?” I asked.
“Yeah, you!” he said.
“Nigga, do I look like I go to strangers? Your legs don’t look broke to me!” I called out to him then he smiled. After he grabbed his items he bopped over to me.
“Make a nigga work, huh? I like that!” he said.
“What do you want?” I asked. He laughed.
“Feisty! I like that! You cute as hell too! What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Shimmy. What’s yours?” I asked him.
“Armory!” he said.
“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Armory!” I said, walking off. He grabbed my arm lightly.
“Can I get your number? Damn, you are rude!” He chuckled. I smiled because he was charming. He was cocky but he wasn’t aggressive. I gave him my number then got into the car. Shannon looked at me then looked at him.
“I don’t know about him, Shimmy. That nigga seems sneaky,” she said.
“You say that about everyone! It’s not my fault you don’t like dick,” I said, laughing. Shannon was a lesbian and she had never been with a man. Every man she saw she said he was up to something.
“I don’t dislike dick. I just never came across one that was worth me being with. I’m open for men and women but niggas are doing too much. Look at you and Dez!” she said.
“You need to realize that the women you fuck with want to be men! So, therefore, I’m sure they are doing the same damn thing. You are just one confused-ass female. If you can mess with a woman that’s looks like a man and fucks with a fake dick, then you can get a real man!” I said. She waved me off.
Armory texted me telling me he would like to take me out when he came back to town. I agreed to go out with him. Dez can kiss my ass.
Chapter 27- Tassana
I was finally going to church with Osari’s mother. She’d asked a long time ago but I ended up in the hospital and when I came home from the hospital I wasn’t up for it. So, today, I was finally going with her. She waited on the bench for me with a caregiver. Osari was sound asleep in his carrier in the backseat. He was a chubby little thing! All he did was eat and sleep and he barely cried except around feeding time. His father had been calling me nonstop. I talk to him but when he starts asking me personal questions that have nothing to do with our baby, I hang up on him. It took no time for Osari to cheat on me. The time frame he did it in was what really bothered me. I was just released from the hospital and still on bedrest when he fucked Kyree.
“Hey, Ms. Luke!” I said to her.
“Hey, Tassana!” She stood up. I told the caregiver what time I would have her back before she walked off. Osari’s Escalade pulled up then he hopped out. This nigga would show up on the day I came to pick his mama up. He was dressed in Nike jogging pants and a Nike hoodie. He must have gotten finished working out this morning. That was his thing every Sunday morning like clockwork. He said that was what his father used to do every Sunday morning.
“Goodmorning, Ma!” Osari said.
“Goodmorning! You are running late this morning!” she said to him.
“Is he going?” I asked, not wanting to be bothered.
“No, he usually has breakfast with me in the morning before I go to church,” she said.
“I got caught up, Ma. But how about I take y’all out to lunch when y’all get back?” he asked. I frowned my nose up.
“That would be nice.” His mother smiled.
“Ummm, I have something I need to do, so I’m going to take a raincheck,” I said, helping his mother inside my car.
“I’ve been blind all of my life, Tassana! I can get around, sweetie!” she said to me. I smiled at his mother then shut her door. She put her seat belt on with no problem.
Osari was checking me out in my long polka-dot dress. I wore a pair of cute tie-up flats with it. I couldn’t walk in heels while carrying a baby carrier.
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d be taking my mother to church. You look nice,” Osari said.
“I have to get going,” I said, trying to walk off. He grabbed my arm.
“I miss you,” he said to me.
“I’m sure you do miss treating me like shit. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. Now, leave me the hell alone, Osari,” I said to him.
“I already told you I wasn’t,” he said. He opened the back door to my car. He pulled the blanket down, kissing his son’s forehead. As Osari was bending down into my car, I noticed a hickey on his neck. I know damn well it didn’t come from me because we haven’t had sex since I had the baby. My eyes watered as he stood up.
“You have a hickey on your damn neck!” I screamed. He stepped back.
“What is going on?” His mother opened the door and got out.
“Your son cheated on me and now he has a fresh hickey on his neck! He keeps talking about how much he misses me but he is still seein
g her!” I cried.
“OSARI!” his mother said.
“It was a mistake!” he said, feeling embarrassed.
“You brought this girl to meet me then turn around and cheat on her? I didn’t raise you like this. You are making me look bad. You treat a woman how you want someone to treat your mother. I’ve been telling you that since you were a little boy, Osari!” his mother said to him.
“I’m trying to make it right,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“I want to beat your ass with my damn stick! You lucky I can’t see because I would hit you with it! I don’t want to hit the wrong person!” she said.
“And whomever this woman is doesn’t care that you have a family? You got yourself into some deep shit! Church is starting soon! Come on, Tassana!” she said, getting back into my car, shutting the door. I shut the door to the backseat and Osari was still standing there.