If I Was Your Woman 3: A BBW Camden Love Story

by Mz. Toni

  We got out and walked in the warehouse. There sat Kiesha tied up with the whole crew surrounding her and by crew I mean, Mark, Carlos, Camille, me and Shante. Mark tried to get her to stay home, but she wasn't having that shit.

  “Kasan, don't let them do this!” Keisha begged.

  “Shut the fuck up!” Shante snapped, punching her dead in the mouth and not stopping until I pulled her off.

  “Calm down, Tae baby.”

  “Fuck her, this bitch killed my baby, she tried to kill me!” she sobbed as tears rolled down her face.

  “I know, I know,” I said hugging her. Handing her the gun, I told her to do what she had to do. I knew that Kiesha still being alive ate her up inside and this was something she needed to do to move on.

  “I never did anything to you! We both got hurt by Kasan, but instead of seeing that you took something that was so precious to me, so important. You stripped me of being a mother to my baby all for a nigga that wanted nothing to do with you, not because of me, but because he didn't love you!” Shante screamed while holding the gun.

  “I'm sorry!” Kiesha screamed.

  “I bet you are, but I can't do shit with a sorry. Sorry ain't bringing my baby back, and sorry ain’t bringing back the months I lost while in a coma. Save ya sorrys, I don't want ‘em, I want ya life,” she said before pulling the trigger.

  “You okay?” I asked, taking the smoking gun from out her hand. She nodded her head.

  “You did good, baby girl,” Carlos said hugging her.

  “Yeah, that bitch got what she deserved,” Camille added.

  “I just wanna go home,” she whispered.

  “Okay, I’ll drop you off,” I said.

  “No I want to go home, Kasan. To our home!” she snapped before breaking down crying. Grabbing her, I helped her to the car and helped her in.

  “What's wrong, Tae baby? I thought this was what you wanted?”

  “It was and it is. I feel such a huge weight lifted off my heart. I had so much hate in me because of what she did and I couldn't fully forgive you until she was gone, until she paid for what she did to me, to our baby and our family. I'm so tired of being angry and bitter. I miss you so much and I’m just ready to go home. I want my family back together.”

  “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that and I can't apologize enough for what I put you through. I don't know if I was just scared of how much I loved you and how fast we were going, but being without you showed me how much I need you in my life. You done had my lil man and that just makes me love you even more. I fucked up and I’ll be the first to admit that I should’ve killed that bitch Kiesha as soon as I found out what she did, and for that I will always be sorry. I don't even have a real response as to why, I just need you to let me show you how much I’ve changed from here on out. It’s only about you and K.J.,” I said before kissing her long and deeply. I kissed her tears away before driving her home, to her real home, our home. When we got there we headed straight to the bedroom.

  “Did you fuck that bitch on our bed?”

  “Come on now, she never even been in our crib!” I said laughing and shaking my head.

  “It ain't funny, nigga!”

  “Yeah it is, I knew ya ass was jealous.”

  “Whatever!” she responded with an attitude.

  “Cut it out,” I said kissing her softly. I had every intention on fucking the life out her body, but when I got her in the bed a nigga just missed holding her, smelling her and feeling her skin even more than I missed being inside of her. At this moment I was just happy to have her. I knew she was tired, because shit so was I. K.J. kept us up all night and this was his first time staying out so we took full advantage. Pulling her close, we talked about everything under the sun until sleep took over our bodies.

  Epilogue

  Shante

  Things with me and Kasan have been so close to perfect. Little K.J. is now one-years-old and a complete cutie. When I first took him home he was an angel, but after a while it was like I couldn't do anything right. He cried nonstop even after I changed him, fed him and burped him. He kept us up all night, every night. I took him to the doctors and they said he had colic and that it would pass, but by that time I already had full blown postpartum depression. I heard stories about it, but trust me when I say it's way worse than anything I’ve ever gone through. Things for me were rough and I didn't think it would get any better. It was hard to believe that as much as I love K.J., that for a few months I didn't want him. I stayed in bed most of the day and when I heard him cry there were times I thought about just dropping his ass off somewhere.

  When me and Kasan got back together he was a huge help, and when I just needed a break he would either take K.J. or he would let me leave and I would spend the day with Camille and the girls. Now that K.J. is older I have no problems from him, he brightens my entire day. Me and Kasan have started over, and we both decided it would be best if I stayed in my own place and we work on us from different households. He was upset at first and he still tries every chance he gets to get me to move back home, but I'm sticking to my guns. We go on dates and we stay up all night talking on the phone about nothing. I feel like a high school student all over again and I am falling in love with him as if we just met and none of the bullshit had ever happened.

  Camille

  Things with me and Mark have never been better. I still get on his last nerve and he still pisses me off always trying to dictate and control a bitch. It took us a while to get over what happened with him and his mom, but he forgave me and after sometime I forgave myself. I haven't talked to his mom since the day at the motel and I could care less, it only takes one time for a bitch to cross me for me to cut her off. Mom or not, that woman had to go. Things with my mom have gotten a little better. She is now cordial with Mark and that’s all I asked of her from the beginning. I didn't want her to love him, but she needed to understand that he wasn't my man or my boyfriend, he was my husband and she needed to respect him or deal with losing me.

  My father and his wife got divorced a couple months ago. Word on the street is she caught him cheating, but the crazy part is who she caught him cheating with. I went by my mom’s house a few months ago and I noticed my father's car parked in the cut. When I knocked on the door she wouldn't even let me in, she told me she was busy and slammed the door in my face. Now they are happily engaged and my mom has officially met her match because daddy doesn’t play when it comes to my mom disrespecting him as if she wears the pants. This should be interesting.

  Shana

  I always said I didn't want any more kids, but I guess I just didn't want any more with Raymond’s ass. Things with me and Terrence have been rocky. He’s a great man and he makes me so happy, but after killing my ex-husband I haven't been the same. It was so hard for me to explain to my children that their father was never coming back. R.J. took it fine, he couldn't stand his dad anyways because of the way he treated me, but the twins took it hard and so did Destiny. They cried for days and continuously asked me why their father didn't love them enough to stay. Guilt has taken over me. Although everyone is telling me I had no choice, I know the truth. I could've figured out how to work the taser, but instead I went straight for the gun. Deep down I knew he would never let me be happy with Terrence, so I did what I needed to do for myself without thinking of my children. I didn't attend his funeral, but I let his mother come pick up the children so they could go. She was upset with me at first, but she slowly came around and faced that her son had gone crazy as hell.

  I had the hardest time planning my mother and Angel’s funeral all by myself since Shante refused to help me. I know they put her through a lot, but I mean come on, family is family. On the day of their funeral no one showed up but me, two of my mother’s crackhead friends and Angel’s crazy boyfriend. I guess they had acquired more enemies than fans over the years. Things aren't perfect right now, but I know over time I will be exactly where I want to be with the people who love me the most.
r />   This is end of their story, but you can read more about them in the finale of Lil Mama From The Projects 3

  I want to thank the readers for riding with me through this crazy journey. Although this story is fiction, the situations and characters are real. People go through these same problems every day, I just put it on paper.

  ……. Shout out to the Shante’s, the Kasan’s, the Camille’s and the Mark’s of the world!!!

  The End

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  Lil Mama From The Projects: Love In The Ghetto 3

  Previously On Lil Mama From The Projects...

  “So you came in my house, came to family functions, held my babies, and you didn't think I would want to know you were fucking their dad? I had to find out like this!” I said, pressing play on the DVD player.

  They watched in shock, hands over their mouths as the video showed them fucking wild and crazy in numerous positions in the bed we use to share, the bed we bought together, the bed his fucking daughter has slept in.

  Pointing the gun at Kaliah, I tuned out her cries and apologies. I couldn't give two shits about what she had to say. As I stood there, I heard Camille’s voice. I turned around and she was standing behind me.

  “Don't do this shit, Cherish. If this nigga got you like this you don't need to be with him anyways.”

  “It ain't about him, it’s about her, Tyree, Meeka and everybody else that said fuck me, everybody I considered a friend that said fuck Cherish!”

  “You got ya babies downstairs while you up here doing this,” Camille said shaking her head.

  Training my gun on Kaliah, my hands shook. It was like déjà vu. Maybe the dream I had about Meeka was warning me about this shit. I refused to be the Cherish everyone hurt, the Cherish people walked all over. Cocking the gun, I knew what I needed to do.

  “You're right, Cam I don't know what I was thinking,” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

  “Just give me the gun,” Camille said. Handing her the gun, I turned to walk out of the bedroom I once shared with the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. Then it hit me, maybe I took shit a little far, but that bitch Kaliah was still wrong and she needed to know that. I rushed up to Kaliah and punched the bitch dead in her mouth, putting her straight to sleep.

  “What the fuck, Cherish? Man, grow up!”

  “Fuck you, nigga! Maybe I do need to grow up, but I'm only seventeen, what the fuck is your excuse?” I said before walking out. I was officially done, my main focus would be my children from here on out.

  “You alright, boo?” Cam asked.

  “I feel better than I’ve felt in a long fucking time. I felt betrayed and hurt and I just lost it, but thank you for being a true friend.”

  “You know I got you, boo!”

  “Damn, my hand hurt!” I said while grabbing the car seats.

  “I bet it do, bitch you punched the soul out that hoe!” she said laughing.

  “You know my eighteenth birthday is coming up right?” I said once I got the kids in the car.

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “I want to go somewhere tropical, and I want everyone to go!” I said excitedly.

  “We can do that, I haven't been out in a while,” Cam said with a smile.

  “From now on I’ma live life for me and my children. I'm going to do things that I want to do, get to know me, my likes, my dislikes, hell I wanna get to know my body!” I said laughing.

  “Yasssssss bitch, I'm proud of you. Shit could have gone really bad really fast.”

  “I'm proud of me too because I wanted to shoot both they asses.”

  “A’ight, I’ma head out before that bitch wakes up and calls the police and have us both arrested,” Camille said laughing.

  Hopping in our cars, we went our separate ways. I hoped what he did was truly worth it, because what he did opened my eyes and I planned to be a new Cherish. I would no longer let my past or people dictate my happiness, I would live my life. I want to travel, open up my first business and be free to date. No more blaming other people for the fucked up things in my life and no more being bitter. I wished Mega and Kaliah the best of luck. Sike, naw, fuck both of them. I ain't that forgiving and I ain't that mature yet, but I was mature enough to know when it was time to let go and move on.

  Chapter One (Cherish)

  It’s been four months since I got the tape and almost killed Mega and his little girlfriend. Since then things have been close to perfect. I was going to therapy and growing as a woman more and more each day. Me and Mega co-parent our beautiful twins and things have been going great. I don't entertain him and I don't speak with him unless it’s pertaining to our children.

  My eighteenth birthday is a week from now and I have been so busy planning our trip to the Bahamas and taking care of the twins, that even if I wanted to talk to that nigga I wouldn't know where or how to find the time. We were going to the Bahamas in two days and would bring my birthday in partying. Camille asked if she could bring Mark since they didn't get a chance to have a honeymoon, and of course I said yes. So now it’s turned into a couple’s trip minus me because I had no one to bring. Shana was bringing Terrence, Shante was bringing Kasan and Queesha was bringing Chris. Hopefully, I found a lil sexy Island boo-thang so I could get my groove back like them. Now don't get me wrong, a man was the least of my concerns, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss having one.

  “Hello, Ms. Daniels. I am taking the twins to the park,” my nanny said with a smile. Evelyn was a huge help, especially since I had been working on starting a business. I had just moved into my new four-bedroom home and after some discussion I moved her in. She was great with the kids and had grown to be like a mother figure to me. I wasn't one of those parents that left my children with the nanny often, but she was a big help.

  “That's fine, Ms. Evelyn,” I said before getting up and giving my babies all the kisses. When she left I went out as well. I got in my car and headed to the mall to find my babies more things that they really didn't need. Plus, I wanted to buy a few more things for my birthday vacation.

  While walking from store to store, I heard a familiar voice call out my name. I turned around and was surprised to see Peter, the realtor who helped me find my condo.

  “Hey, Cherish!” he said with a handsome smile.

  “Peter, how you been?”

  “I been good, but even better now that I'm seeing you,” he said causing me to blush.

  “Yeah, it’s been awhile,” I said with a smile. While we were talking a little boy who looked to be five rushed over to him grabbing his leg, followed by a beautiful white woman who I assumed to be his wife.

  “I was wondering where you rushed off to,” she said to Peter. I don't know why I felt uncomfortable, but I did and I wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

  “Well, it was nice seeing you Peter, take care,” I said before turning to leave.

  “Wait, Cherish!” he said stopping me.

  “I didn't know you had a son, and is that your wife?”

  “No, no, hold on,” he said and called the woman and little boy over to us.

  “What are you doing?” I asked in a whisper.

  “Diana, this is Cherish, and Cherish this is my sister, Diana and nephew Luke,” he introduced.

  “Oh hi, this is the infamous Cherish,” she said with a smile.

  “He’s mentioned me?” I asked her.

  “Most certainly,” she said giving me a wink.

  “We were just going to Chili's for lunch, would you like to join us?” he asked.

  “I don't want to impose,” I said.

  “Nonsense, I’ve been trying to find you for a while now, and now that I have I'm not gonna let you go that easy.”

  “You two go, me and Luke here are going to Chuck E Cheese,” his sister said before walking away with her son in tow.

  “So, I guess it’s just you and me,” he said grabbing my hand. When we arrived to Chili’s which was next to the mall, we were qu
ickly seated and he wasted no time asking me questions.

  “I see you're not pregnant anymore.”

  “Oh no, I had them seven month ago,” I said with a smile.

  “Congratulations on that.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I thought you were running from me, especially when I found out you moved.”

  “Noooo, I needed more room after having the twins.”

  “So, are you still in a bad spot?”

  “Not at all, I'm actually the happiest I’ve ever been.”

  “Things worked out with you and your man?”

  “Yes, we parted ways. It hurt at first, but I got over it.”

  “That’s good. So, can I take you out again?”

  “I would love that. I'm going to the Bahamas in a few days, but when I get back I will call you,” I said pulling out my phone to take his number.

  For hours we ate and talked about how life had been for us these past seven months and I was happy to find out he was still very single. I also found out that he was the top realtor in his company and at the tender age of twenty-three he had no children, had never been married and he was just as handsome as I remembered.

  I wouldn't mind going on a vacation with you,” he said jokingly.

  “Maybe next time,” I said with a laugh. There was no way in hell I was bringing a man with me to the Bahamas. I wanted to let my hair loose and for the first time have fun without a care in the world. After paying the bill, he walked me to my car and for the first time in a long time I was nervous as hell.

  “I had a lot fun with you, Cherish.”

  “I enjoyed spending time with you too,” I said with a smile. Leaning towards me, he gently grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Lawd, when I say this man kissed me with so much passion and lust he had me weak at the knees. We kissed for over five minutes before I realized that a little goodbye kissed had turned into a full make-out session in the middle of the mall parking lot. Pulling back, I hurried and got into my car before I changed my mind. As I drove home all I could do was smile while thoughts of him took over my mind.