by Natavia
I got out of my car. “Damn, nigga, what the fuck wrong with you?” he asked.
“What the fuck ain’t wrong with me is the question! Yo, your sister almost made me body her ass, no bullshit! She stressing the fuck out of a nigga! You my nigga and all but I’m just telling you to your face just in case her ass comes up missing!” I vented.
“Let’s go body her ass together then!” Corey said and I laughed. This nigga would say anything to put you in a better mood.
“Yeah, whatever man, I still love her dumb ass, though!” I told him as we walked into the building.
“What she do?” he asked checking his phone.
“She lied about being pregnant!” I told him and his whole face changed.
“I don’t believe that shit! She might be a bitch at times but I can’t see her doing that!” he argued. I pulled out my phone and let him listen to her and Cam talking.
“Damn! Who recorded this?” he asked.
“Quayla was in the bathroom when she heard them talking,” I told him.
“That’s fucked up! She had Ma and Leodonis fixing up a bedroom for the baby at their house and everything!” Corey said.
“But I got to talk to you about something important, though,” he said. I walked into my office and shut the door. I could see the recording booth and the sound room from my office. They could see us, too, but they couldn’t hear us because the glass was very thick.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Someone put a hit out on you for a hundred g’s,” he said.
“WHAT?” I asked, jumping up.
“It’s cool, I paid the hundred g’s to Kang Li because I told him I wasn’t doing it and no one else better do it, neither, or motherfuckers was going to come up missing. I have known for a week and didn’t want to tell you until I found out who did it, but I came up empty. So, who do you have beef with besides Ashaun?” he asked.
“Yo, how the fuck can you not tell me some shit like that?” I asked, heated.
“I couldn’t bring myself to! You just had opened this place up and then you was excited about my sister being pregnant. I just couldn’t do it! I knew you were good once I paid the money up,” he said. This was too much shit to take in. Jamie wasn’t pregnant and now somebody wanted me dead.
“Maybe it was Ashaun,” I told him.
Corey laughed. “Yo, you and I both know that nigga is not kicking out that much money when he could spend it on buying something. I know Ashaun. He not even built like that! He would kill you if you put him in a position where he has to, but putting a hit out on a nigga, I doubt it,” Corey said.
“That’s the only person I can think off!” I told him.
My phone rang and it was Fitz for the hundredth time, but like always, I didn’t answer. But then something clicked in my head.
“That motherfucker!” I said jumping up.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Corey said, lighting up his blunt.
“I think I know who it was,” I told Corey.
“Who?” he asked.
“Fitz!” I told him.
“Fitz? Nigga, is you crazy? That’s our fucking nigga! What the fuck did you do to him?” Corey asked.
“Yo, one day I goes over there to apologize for how I acted towards him from the night I whipped Ashaun’s bitch ass, right? So, he and I are rapping to each other for a little bit. I’m getting ready to go but I wanted to use the bathroom before I hit the road. I opens up the door and Kimmy is in there pissing,” I told him.
“So, he mad because you saw his girl pissing? Nigga, is you serious?” he asked me with his face turned up.
“Kimmy is not his girl, nigga!” I told him.
“Stop speaking in riddles and tell me what the fuck is going on?” he snapped.
“Kimmy was pissing standing up!” I told him.
“How?” he asked.
“Kimmy is a fucking nigga! She has a fucking dick! Fitz been calling me since, and asking me questions and shit I guess to see how much I saw. This nigga wants me dead because he doesn’t want anyone to know he is fucking gay!” I told Corey. This shit was all making sense now. I guess when I stopped answering his phone calls it made his big ass panic.
Corey grabbed the trashcan and started throwing up. This nigga was worse than a pregnant woman. He the only nigga I knew that got symptoms when they get a girl knocked up.
“Yo, please tell me this shit is not true! Please yo, because that bitch stay trying to rub up on me on a sneak tip. Bitch be staring at me and everything!” Corey said throwing up again.
“Yo, take me to the hospital! I’m sick as fuck!” he said throwing up again.
His phone started ringing while on the desk.
“Yo, answer that for me please!” he said throwing up again. That shit smelled foul and it almost made me throw up because I had a weak stomach, too. When Corey killed Damon’s brother, Twan, I was sick for a few days for just thinking about it.
“Yoooo,” I answered.
“Where my man at?” Tee-Tee asked rudely. She was cool and all but her attitude was fucked up.
“We at the studio,” I told her.
“Yo, tell Tee-Tee come pick me up! I can’t drive like this!” he said leaning over the trashcan.
“Tee-Tee, your man said come and get him—he’s throwing up and shit! You need to stop letting this nigga knock you up all the time!” I told her.
“Shut your big ass up! I’m around the corner anyway. I’m at the sub shop, what you want? I know your greedy ass hungry!” she said laughing.
“I want a twelve-inch cheesesteak sub with extra meat and everything on it, except for mustard and onions. Oh, yeah, and grab me a coke, please. Thanks, shorty!” I told her.
Corey wiped his mouth off. The nigga did look sick, though.
“Yo, you good?” I asked him.
“Hell no, nigga! I’m whipping both of them niggas’ asses when I see them!” Corey said.
“Get ready to dust that black outfit off out of your closet, because I’m bodying that nigga!” I told him. To have one of your niggas put a hit out on you was a fucked up thing to feel.
Corey took the trashcan out of the building then I sprayed Lysol around the room. He walked in with Tee-Tee behind him. Tee-Tee was carrying Coren in her carrier.
“Damn, it smells sour in here!” Tee-Tee said frowning her nose up. She took Coren out then handed her to me.
“What the fuck y’all feeding her?” I asked them. Coren was chubby as fuck.
“Banana bread pudding and shit like that! Why, is it a problem?” she snapped handing me my food.
“Isn’t she too young to be eating that?” I asked.
“Nope! Once you smash it up real good and add a little milk, its okay!” Tee-Tee said. I shook my head at her because she was ghetto as fuck.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Tee-Tee asked Corey rubbing his stomach. They were crazy but you could tell they really loved each other. Sad to say, Jamie and I were officially over. I couldn’t say I didn’t try because I did.
“Killa, I’m really happy for you! This shit is dope! I heard Kilo rapping when I walked in and he has skills! That little nigga about to make you rich!” she said.
“Yeah, that nigga is a monster!” Corey said while Tee-Tee stuck a French fry in his mouth.
“Seriously, though? You can’t let that nigga feed himself?” I joked.
“Stop hating, nigga!” Corey said laughing. Tee-Tee spoiled that nigga too much.
Tee-Tee’s phone rang and she answered.
“Calm down, Cam! Now, what happened?” Tee-Tee asked her as Cam screamed through the phone.
“Oh, my gosh! I’m on my way!” Tee-Tee cried. She took Coren from me, buckling her up in her carrier.
“What happened?” Corey asked getting up to leave with her.
“The police found Jamie’s car tipped over inside of a ditch and she was rushed to the hospital!” Tee-Tee cried. My heart raced as I practically ran out of the door. If she d
ied, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. She was drunk when I saw her earlier and I wasn’t thinking to take her car keys.
We were in the emergency room. I hoped this was the last time visiting the E.R for a while. Ashaun walked in with Cali then Fitz walked in and looked at me. I straight mugged his bitch ass. It wasn’t the right time but I was going to get at that nigga. I wasn’t the type of nigga to run my mouth and everybody knew that. For him to do some shit like that because he thought I was going to tell people he was gay was some straight faggot-ass shit. I had something for that punk bitch, though.
I hadn’t seen Ashaun in a while but the nigga looked different because he cut all of his hair off. He gave me a head nod and I nodded back. He was still my nigga, though, and I would hate to see something happen to him. Like I told Corey a while back, “I would beat a nigga’s ass if he crossed me then dap him up later.”
The doctor walked out and he was the same doctor that cared for Tee-Tee and Royal when they were shot. I knew he was tired of seeing our faces.
“Everyone, she is fine! Just a sprained arm and a couple of bruises and scratches! She is actually going home today,” he said.
“Oh thank God!” Pam cried as Leodonis hugged her.
“When can we see her?” Cam asked.
“Right now, but two at a time,” he said.
I let all the family members go first and I went last.
“You scared everybody, didn’t you?” I asked taking a seat next to her bed.
“I guess so. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I got in my car and started driving. I guess a part of me wanted to kill myself,” she cried.
“Why would you do that? Did you not see how everyone came to see if you were okay? People fucking care about you! Did you think about them before you did that stupid shit?” I asked her.
“I’m always upsetting people that love me! I just can’t go on like this. Losing you twice is just too much shit for me to deal with!” she said sadly, but I could tell she was still intoxicated. Jamie knew darn well her ass wasn’t trying to really kill herself.
“Okay, Miss Kane. Here are your prenatal vitamins and make sure you take them every day as instructed,” the nurse told her handing her a pill bottle and her discharge papers.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked her.
“We will talk about it later. Can you give me a ride home?” she asked.
I helped her get dressed because she really couldn’t move her arm because of the sling she had it in. I pulled the car up to the front entrance and went back in to get her.
I drove to her house and it was silent the whole ride back. I had a lot on my mind and she had fallen asleep. I woke her up to tell her she was home. I wanted to know about those prenatal vitamins she had to take. If Jamie paid that nurse to come in there to do that shit it would drive me over the edge and I would strangle her.
She ran her bath water while I cleaned up for her. There was trash everywhere. I put all the dishes that were in the sink in the dishwasher. I took all the trash out then vacuumed. Afterwards, I sprayed Febreeze all over her furniture.
I went upstairs and straightened up her room. I didn’t want her to have to use her sprained arm much. Once I was done, I went into the bathroom she had in her room then sat down on the toilet seat.
“What do you need prenatal vitamins for?” I asked.
“They told me I was pregnant after I gave them a urine sample,” she said soaking in the tub.
“Okay and?” I asked.
“I’m three weeks,” she said.
“Did you pay that nurse to do that while I was there? I don’t trust you anymore!” I told her.
“That’s understandable being as though I don’t even trust myself!” she cried.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked.
“I hurt you! I keep hurting you and it eats me up! I hate myself and now that I’m home safe, you can just go! When I see you and talk to you it reminds me how much I fucked up what we had. I can’t show you but I love the hell out of you!” she said.
I didn’t understand this woman at all and the shit was nerve wracking.
“Why is it so hard for you? I mean, don’t I show you every day how much I love you?” I asked.
“I’m afraid that you might leave me one day because I can’t give you a child. I know you want one, but at the same time, you shouldn’t sacrifice what you want for someone who can’t give it to you,” she said.
“This is what all of this is about? You act out because you think I’m going to leave you one day because of that? I knew what it was before we made it official again! I don’t care about that shit! I would like to be a father one day but if you can’t carry a child it’s ways we can go around that. We can even adopt! But this is where you fucked up at! You should’ve been had this discussion with me!” I told her.
“I know, I should have, but my pride wouldn’t allow me,” she said.
“Damn, yo!” I stood up getting ready to leave.
“So, what are we going to do far as in this baby situation? You trying to have it or are you getting an abortion?” I asked.
“I’m just going to do what I got to do to make sure I have a normal pregnancy and if it fails then it just fails,” she said sadly. This had to be hard for her knowing she might have another miscarriage.
I helped her dry off after she washed up. If there was a weak nigga award then someone could just give it to me. Since I came back into her life, it had been hell but no matter what, I couldn’t leave her. I been planning on leaving for almost an hour and I still couldn’t walk out the door. She put on one of my wife beaters with some boy shorts. I lotion her down then helped her into bed. I could tell by her movements she was still sore.
I got into bed with her and she cuddled under me. I wrapped my arm around her waist.
“Kejuan?”
“What’s up?”
“You can go home now if you planning on sneaking out after I doze off,” she told me.
“Shut your ass up and take your ass to sleep!” I laughed.
“Don’t drink that shit anymore, neither! Gin is nothing but a sin! It would have you doing shit you are not proud of like running your car off of the road,” I told her.
“I know I really was in a zone thinking about it, but I didn’t want to actually do it. I only swerved because a squirrel ran out in front of me and I didn’t want to hit it. Sad to say I hit the little fucker anyway! I tried slamming on the breaks but I don’t think they were working. Maybe I was too drunk and thought I slammed on breaks,” she said.
She done found a way to suck my ass back in. This was the third time and you know what they say, “Three strikes then you’re out!”
“Yo, if you lie to me about some shit like that again, I’m fucking you up! I apologize about Quayla, though. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I told her. She kissed my lips before dozing off.
Myla
My sister and I were walking out of the club. I missed Corey but he treated me like shit. I don’t know how I managed to fall for someone who didn’t give one fuck about me. When I was pregnant by him, he straight dogged me out. I guess it’s my fault because he never denied the love he had for that manly bitch of his. A few times we had sex he called me her name. I brought it to his attention and he acted like it was nothing. He worshipped the ground she walked on and I hated it. I thought about having our baby but I know I can’t have his heart, so I got rid of it. When he took me to get an abortion he didn’t say one word to me. He dropped me off at home afterwards and that was the end of it.
We got into the car and she was intoxicated. Quayla always got drunk but I wasn’t much of a drinker. Killa was back with Jamie after she lied and said she was pregnant by him. I don’t know why they were so stuck on those bitches.
Quayla had been calling Killa non-stop and Jamie answered the phone every time she did. Corey got his number changed so I could no longer call him.
“He played me!” Quayla cried calling hi
s phone for the tenth time. We were at a red light and a motorcycle pulled up next to us. It was black with pink trimming. The black paint sparkled like glitter. The driver had on a matching helmet. I wasn’t into motorcycles but it was beautiful.
“Damn, that’s a bad bitch!” Quayla slurred.
As we admired the bike, the motorist pulls out a gun. Before I could pull off, my car was being riddled with bullets. Glass shattered everywhere. Quayla slumped over into my lap with a bullet in her head. I felt one ripping through my neck.