“Look at Tough Tammy being all soft and shit. I miss your lil ass too, ma. That’s why I was calling you; make sure you get all prissy for me tonight, I wanna take you out and all that other shit. Whatever your heart desires,” he said.
“Ok baby, I’m about to head out. I love you!” I told him. After he said it back, I headed to the front door. Opening it, I came face to face with the one and only Toya and baby Nicole. “Hey, how are you?” I asked her, trying to be cordial and shit. “Hey Nic!” I said, smiling at Nicole, only for her to hug my legs.
“Bitch, BOOM. Ain’t nobody came here looking for you, where is my baby daddy? Nicole, get your ass back over here!” she said, snapping at me and Nicole. There wasn’t anything better I wanted to do besides knock her shit all the way loose, but with my lil boo right here, I decided to play it cool.
“Ok Toya and he isn’t here, but I will be sure to let him know you stopped by when he gets home. I was just leaving; do you need anything else?” I asked her, trying to sidestep and get to my car.
“HOME? Where the fuck is home? What the fuck do you mean by home? BITCH! This nigga got your trashy ass living here when we still in the same house I met his ass in? Oh, hell no, I know better than this shit right here,” she said, pacing the floor. I took that as the chance to head to my car, looking over my shoulder the entire time. “Bitch, don’t be walking off from me! You don’t have to be scared!”
“Look, b—Toya, see I’m trying to be the bigger person; you don’t have to keep going off on me because I’m with Quis. I’m not and I repeat, I’m not going anywhere, so please stop the extra shit. You coming over here don’t phase me and I’m pretty sure you seen his car was not here, but mine was. So, I know you’re doing this shit to fuck with me and I don’t have time to be out here like some little children arguing with your simple minded ass. Then, on top of that, your daughter is out here and you still carrying on like a clown. Where is your morals? Why you can’t let go? Since you know the answer to everything, then answer that for me,” I snapped at her.
“Bitch I don’t have to answer a muthafuckin thang for you! Fuck you! Nicole, bring your ass the hell on and you better not tell that bitch bye either!” she yelled at Nic. Seeing the look in Nicole’s eyes made me want to act the fool out here, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
I couldn’t believe she came out here and made a fool of herself, with her daughter. This shit was just crazy and I didn’t know how much more I could deal with this foolishness. If it wasn’t one thing, then it definitely was another one. I was over her and her bullshit. I felt two blows in the back of my head. This bitch had seriously laid her hands on me. I couldn’t help myself as I turned around and punched her ass in the throat. “Bitch! This what you wanted right?!” I yelled at her. The blow I delivered had her on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. “I told you to leave! Now, look bitch! Look at this shit!” I saw nothing but red as I pummeled her ass.
“Mommy!” Nicole’s little voice cried out. That was the only thing that pulled me out of the trance I was in!
“Get the hell off of me Nicole!” she screamed as she pushed her daughter on the ground. She started crying immediately and the sight of that shit broke my heart. I reached down to pick her up and she cowered under my touch. That told me that she was putting her hands on this innocent child.
“It’s ok Nic, come on. I got you,” I politely told her. I knew she would be scared and possibly hated me for hitting her mom. But, what else could I do? I walked away, but she tried it. She allowed me to pick her up. I grabbed the handle on the back seat door before turning around to stare at her. “You know Toya, this is plain out ridiculous. You need to get your shit together before the human you birthed ends up hating you, all because you don’t know how to let go,” I said before buckling Nicole in. Closing the door, I let out a deep breath. Toya was still sitting on the ground and I wasn’t helping her ass out at all. She asked for this shit and now she has to deal with it.
I left her on the ground, looking dumb as I pulled off. I wanted to go out and do something. But being that Nicole was in dingy clothes, nappy hair, and snotty nose, without a car seat, I hit the highway and headed to my parents’ house. I drove in silence as I listened to the small whimpers of Nicole. I adjusted my mirror to where I could see her. “Do my mommy hate me?” she asked me. Hearing her say that shit broke me to pieces.
“No, she doesn’t hate you. She just needs help getting herself together. That’s all baby girl,” I told her. Pulling into my parents’ driveway, I saw that both of their cars was home and where I wanted to be happy, but I couldn’t because of the situation at hand. I took my time getting Nicole out of the car.
“Halee, whose child do you have and why does she look homeless?” my mother wasted no time asking me. It made my heart ache that she would say something like that about a child. A baby who didn’t know what was going on.
“She is my boyfriend’s daughter and she isn’t homeless,” I responded back, keeping everything short. “Hey daddy,” I said, kissing my father on his cheek.
“Hey baby girl. Hey little one. What’s your name?” he asked Nicole, who was resting on my hip.
“Nicole,” she said quietly.
“Well, where is her father?” my mom asked me. I didn’t reply as I headed to my room.
Me: You need to call me like asap.
I texted Quis. I waited for his response as I started running Nicole’s bath water. I turned my flat screen on Disney Jr, so she could comfortably watch tv when we were done. Undressing her, I saw a small bruise on her ribs and didn’t know how to react. Snapping a picture of it, I sent it to Quis.
Me: like RIGHT NOW
“Nicole, who did this to you?” I asked her.
“Mommy, she was mad at me,” she told me, lowering her head. I couldn’t help the tears that escaped my eyes. Why was she doing this child that way? All because she wanted someone who didn’t feel the same? I picked her up and put her in the tub. Grabbing a bar of soap, I lathered up the loofah and started washing Nicole, along with her hair. It smelled like weed with a mixture of cigarettes.
“This is so ridiculous,” I mumbled to myself. By the time I was done bathing her, she was sleepy, so I let her fall asleep, dressing her in a plain t-shirt of mine. I placed her across my lap and started doing her hair. I heard the doorbell ring and didn’t move. Assuming it was the maid or something, I thought nothing of it until my father came walking Quis into my room.
“What the fuck is going on? What was the picture you sent me of? And why the hell is Nicole with you? What the fuck is going on Halee?” he asked me all in one breath. I sighed before lying Nicole down to show him the bruise Toya had inflicted on her. The look in his eyes told me shit was about to go from bad to worse.
“As you know, I was at your house. You know me and like I told you on the phone, I was heading out to have a ‘me’ day. Well, I opened the door to see Toya standing there with Nicole who, mind you, looked like she was wearing the same clothes for days. One thing led to another and she hit me in front of your daughter, causing me to spaz out on her. Nic went to help her, but she pushed her on the gravel, which is why she has two scratch marks on her elbows. Getting here, I saw the bruise and asked her. She said Toya was mad at her. Quis, she didn’t even stop me as I drove off with y’all daughter...”
“What the fuck?! Say less, I’ll be back in a minute.” I watched as he stormed out of my room. Hearing his tires screech on the ground, I knew shit was about to get real. I was tired as fuck, so I knelt on my knees and asked God to look over Nicole, Quis, and his sanity. But mostly, Toya. Right now, she needed prayer. I climbed in the bed with a knocked out Nicole and drifted to sleep right along with her.
Marquis
I was out making sure shit was popping the way it should’ve been when I got a text from Halee. Me thinking she was just ready to see me, I ignored the first text. That was until she sent me a picture of a black and blue bruise. Instantly, I jumped i
n my car. I knew it wasn’t her, for the simple fact that she was white. I knew it also wasn’t Miracle because for one, why would she send that to me? Hearing her tell me what all played out hurt me to the core that I had to have a baby with Toya. I was in my car heading to pay her dumb ass a visit. I know good and damn well that she wasn’t beating on my fucking daughter. Then, to push her on the ground. I was literally liable to kill this bitch up in that muthafucka today. I pulled into her driveway, seeing more than one car in the garage.
“No this bitch ain’t in this muthafucka chilling like shit sweet,” I said to myself. Walking up the stairs, the door was cracked, so I pushed the muthafucka open and allowed myself into her house. On the outside looking in, you would think the inside would be just as nice as the outside. This bitch had beer cans everywhere and unwashed dishes scattered all across the kitchen. Ain’t no way in hell I was allowing my daughter in this muthafucka NO MORE. Walking into her living room, this bitch was in here chilling with some ratchet raggedy Ann looking as bitches. The same bitches who helped her jump Halee. They were high as hell and I could see it. I watched her as she sat with her head back on the chair, letting the smoke slide from her nose. I couldn’t help myself as I walked up and smacked the blunt from her hands. All three of them jumped like I was the boogeyman. “Y’all bitches get the fuck out right now!”
These hoes looked at Toya’s dumb ass for confirmation. “Oh, y’all think I’m muthafuckin playing?” I snatched my gun from my waist. They started scrambling like roaches, like I was the exterminator or some shit. Toya stood up as well and before I knew what was happening, I slapped the fuck out of her ass. “Bitch, where the fuck you think you going? You been putting yo dick claws on my fucking daughter bitch?!”
She cowered in the corner. “You know I would never-”
“I saw the muthafuckin bruise bitch, so I want you to lie. Say it, so I can knock yo muthafuckin shit loose! I want you to say it. Please say it bitch? I muthafuckin dare yo ass to!” She said nothing as tears started falling from her eyes. “What the fuck is up with you T? Huh? You sitting in this nasty ass house, like you ain’t did shit wrong!”
“Quis, I didn’t do shit! You listening to that hoe over yo baby mama nigga? That’s what we doing now?” she yelled as she started crying.
“Those balls you just found, you better tuck those bitches back where the fuck they came from and save the fucking tears bitch! You need to get yo shit together. I don’t know why you doing this shit. Matter fact, bitch, I want you to tell me?” She said nothing. “BITCH! Why?” I yelled at her. I was 38 in this muthafucka.
“I wanted to get to attention! I wanted you to see how much I loved you! Why can’t you come home and be what we need?” she yelled back.
“So, you beating my muthafuckin daughter like she a nigga all because I won’t be with yo simple ass? Because I won’t give your ass no attention?” I asked her. “Never mind, bitch don’t answer it! I’m taking full muthafuckin custody of my daughter and no! I don’t need a lawyer or judge to tell me shit. I’m the muthafuckin judge bitch! You won’t see my daughter again! Thank yourself for that!” I told her, walking off. I had to leave because I wanted nothing more than to beat the fuck out of her ass, but I couldn’t. Who would raise my daughter if I was in jail? I jumped in my car and headed back to Halee’s parents.
On the drive there, I called Dallas and told him what went down. He was feeling the same way I was. After making sure to let him know I won’t be out and about for about a week, I headed up to the doorstep to get my girls. The door opened and there stood the maid. She was a bad bitch, I must admit. The look she gave me told me that if I ever gave her the chance, she would’ve busted it open for a real nigga. But the only woman that would be busting it open for THIS real nigga was Halee. That was it. I pushed pass her ass and headed upstairs. Her parents had left, but I wasn’t surprised. I let myself into her room and stared down at my daughter before waking them up.
“Lee, come on. Let’s get home,” I told her, gently waking her up. After annoying her again, she finally got up and threw on her shoes. I kissed my daughter’s forehead before picking her up. We headed out to the car and the entire way there, it was nothing but silence. She reached over and placed her hand on top of my hand.
“I know this situation is fucked up, but you know I got you baby. Just like you had me,” she said. I didn’t have to say anything. I was more than happy to have this woman on my side. After handling Carter, I was seriously thinking about laying low and taking a much needed vacation with my two women.
Missy
Nobody knows me, so I’m going to fill y’all in. I’m the same girl who was dealing with De’Nardo. I can’t believe he was gone. I had grown feelings for him that I know wasn’t right. If I must keep it a buck, when we “bumped” into one another, it wasn’t a coincidence. I ran into him on purpose. See, Micheala, Carter’s boo, is my big sister. For years and years, we been plotting on knocking off the Walker family. The moment we got close to them, it was easier. Because it was hard in the beginning. I remember the day I met him.
I sat in my car and watched as the infamous De’Nardo Walker walked into the gas station, fresh to death in a fye ass Gucci fit. I checked my makeup before stepping out of my Benz. I walked in right behind him. He was on the aisle, getting some beers and I went over there, faking the funk like I was too, only I was grabbing chips. Purposely bumping into him, I dropped my chips. “My bad Lil’ lady, let me get that for you.”
“It’s ok boo, I got it,” I said. I bent over, letting everything my mother blessed me with hang out of the coochi cutter shorts I had on. I stood up and smiled at him. “Dang, you look very familiar,” I told him, like I didn’t know he was the fucking PLUG.
“I get that a lot. Why you in here alone? Ya man let you come out like that,” he said, staring at my hips. I knew I had his ass then.
“Oh, I’m single and new to the area. This was the first gas station I saw and I was hungry from driving all day, so here I am.”
“New eh? Ok, I know I never seen you before, but you do look like someone I saw before,” he told me. I knew exactly who he was talking about. But still, I played dumb on his ass.
“Oh nah, can’t be. I don’t have relatives here. I’m from Detroit. The 313,” I told him, boasting. I was lying like hell, but he didn’t know that.
“Ok, well since you new here, let me show you around,” he told me, all smooth and shit. I see how it was so easy for people to fall for him. I agreed and gave him my number. That very same night, he fucked me to sleep and I have been around him since then.
I shook the thoughts off because I felt sadness seeping upon me. The thought of the way he sexed me that night had my panties all moist and whatnot. I really had fallen for this man and I was just finding out I was three months pregnant. I didn’t want to tell Micheala because I knew she would flip. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I done went and fell in love, plus gotten pregnant by my side chick of a mother sperm donor Aka my father. See, my mother was dealing with De’Nardo while he was with Carter and them mother. They were fucking around for years. When she told him she was pregnant with Cheala, he tried making her have an abortion. He even threw her the money to do it. But, she never did. Once he found out she didn’t, he was livid, I guess. Yet and still, he continued fucking her and along came me. That time around though, he actually cut her off to go play family with the same bitch he was cheating on. My mother slipped into depression and before anyone knew just how far along into it she was, she sat in the bathtub and slit her wrists. It was Cheala and I who found her slouched over dead. That was an image I would never forget. Since that day, we vowed to make De’Nardo Walker and his family pay. The only way we could get close to them was to be fucking them, so that’s the route we took. I see how she fell into that state because I was now the same way and the crazy thing about it, I wasn’t supposed to be. I was in more pain than I had ever been now that he was dead. I had fucked around and fell in love with
my father/baby daddy. Shit cray, ain’t it?
Miracle
Things between Dallas and I have been everything. After telling him I was pregnant, everything was GREAT. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I missed my dad something terrible, but I know he would be happy with the woman I was becoming. I wanted his killer to suffer for everything they did, but I decided that now since I was with child, I would let go and let God. That’s how I knew I was maturing. I wasn’t the same girl I was months ago. I was about to be someone’s mother in a few months. I was back attending school, but online this time. I wasn’t slacking on my future. I wanted to make sure my child had the best of everything. I texted everyone and asked could we have a family meeting at dad’s and surprisingly, everyone was on board. I wanted things to be the way they were before he was taken from us.
I was happy as hell and in a good mood. I was currently looking for something to wear to the meeting. I wanted to be comfortable but cute at the same time, so I decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, with a pretty half shirt that exposed my belly, and a pair of Bally’s. I sat down and straightened my hair. It had grown tremendously, longer than it was at the pool party. Making sure it was bone straight, I applied some Victoria Secret lip gloss, grabbed my purse, and headed to my dad’s. The entire way there, I listened to ‘All My Life’. I was happy to have the man I loved. In the beginning, everything was rough but we made it, through obstacles and all. At this point, I honestly didn’t think things could go awry.
Pulling up to my dad’s, I saw everyone’s car except Carter’s. I didn’t know why he wasn’t really fucking with us like that. Hopefully, he would show up. He better not make me come looking for him. If I saw that girl there doing those drugs, I would probably kill her ass this time. I just prayed he wasn’t on that shit with her. I walked into the house and, like usual, everyone was chilling. Halee and Quis was all booed up, Justin, being Justin, was in his own area in his own world, and Dallas was sitting down on the game looking very daddy-ish. He was getting the business tonight and I mean just what I said.
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