by Sephiri J
“Nah, fuck that. She needs to give me an explanation that makes sense because this is some bullshit,” Greg said and started to pace the room.
“Greg,” I tried again and stood up.
He rushed over and got in my face.
“Don’t fucking Greg me, bitch. Five years I was with you, and now you put a baby on me, making me feel like shit for cheatin’ when your ho ass was out here doing the same damn thing. How many niggas you fucked behind my back? Huh?” he yelled.
His warm breath was in my face, and I tried to step back but couldn’t because the chair I was sitting on was right behind me.
“Greg, stop!” I said and put my hands up to push him back.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Sade,” he yelled and hit my hand away.
It instantly stung.
“Don’t fucking hit me, Greg!” I yelled, finding my voice. “You mad at me when you should be madder at Summer. She put two babies on you and kept a lie up for seven years with Brandon.”
“Both you bitches flaw as fuck! Don’t be putting shit off on Summer. Own your shit!” Greg yelled back.
He reached for my blouse and pulled me up close to him. I flinched. Greg was angrier than I had ever seen him in my life. He had never put a hand on me, and right now, I was seriously thinking that he was going to throw me around this doctor’s office.
“Okay, sir, that’s enough. I’m going to need you to leave,” Doctor Stein said and walked from around her desk.
Greg turned to look at her with fire in his eyes. He let me go and looked her up and down. I thought for a second that he was gonna put his hands on her instead.
“I know you’re upset, but I can’t have this outburst in my office,” Doctor Stein continued.
Greg turned to look back at me then shook his head and turned to walk out the room. I looked after him, breathing hard. What the fuck was going on? What was going on?! The last fifteen minutes felt like I’d left my body and was watching from the outside. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I had been so excited about this pregnancy, but this news about Greg, was literally rocking my entire world. He wasn’t my child’s father. He was not my child’s father. That could only mean one thing. Guwop.
I looked back at the doctor who was looking at me with pity.
“Do you need me to call someone for you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, I’m… I’ll figure something out.”
She nodded.
I looked back at her. “Is there any possibility that he might still be a father to my child? Any way at all, even if it’s a small chance?”
The doctor ruefully shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s impossible. There’s no way.”
I numbly listened to her. It was crazy that all this time, I thought something was wrong with me. After all this time, I’d done all these tests, prayed, tracked my ovulation, tried one hundred tricks on the internet that didn’t even make sense, but it was never a problem with me. Greg had made all those snide comments about me not being able to get pregnant and made me feel like shit on so many occasions. But, all this time, he was the problem! I felt so angry at him and at myself for eating the shit he had put me through. Why the fuck had I stayed with him so long? I’d felt guilty. I’d loved him. I’d felt like I would have wasted all this time if I walked away. Why had I been so dumb?
“Thanks for letting us know what is going on,” I mumbled as I walked toward the door.
“If you need any help, please reach out,” she said behind me.
I nodded but didn’t look back at her. I was embarrassed enough. Fishing in my purse, I pulled out my phone. I dialed Bo and hoped to God she would answer.
“Hey girl,” her voice came over the phone, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hey, Bo, are you busy? I need a huge favor,” I said. I could hear my voice shaking.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” she asked with concern.
“Can you come pick me up and take me to the house? I’m done with Greg, but I need my stuff, and I don’t want to go alone,” I said.
“What the fuck happened? I was on the way to my parents to talk to my father, but I’m coming to get you. Tell me where,” she said. She sounded like she was driving because I heard a lot of noise in the background.
“I’ll tell you what happened when you come. I’ll text you the address,” I said.
Fifteen minutes later, Bo’s car pulled up to the curb where I was standing. I got into the passenger seat and closed the door.
“You look a mess,” she said, looking me up and down.
I knew my eyes might be red, but damn. I rolled my eyes at her.
“What the fuck happened?” she asked as she merged back onto the road and went toward the townhouse.
“Greg can’t have kids,” I said.
Bo’s car swerved as she braked hard, and the brakes on the car behind her squealed as they swerved to narrowly miss hitting her.
“What you say??!” she screamed, looking at me with wide eyes.
I shook my head. “The doctor just told us. He’s livid. He left me there, called me all kinds of names, and put his hands on me. The doctor had to kick his ass out the office.”
“What the fuck!” Bo yelled.
“Can you drive, please?” I asked, looking behind us at the line of cars that were starting to blow their horns.
“Calm the fuck down,” she yelled behind her as she flipped the bird.
I put my head in my hands in frustration. This whole thing was so crazy.
“So, wait, what exactly did the doctor say?” Bo asked as we drove.
“She said he has some genetic thing where when he ejaculates, there’s no sperm in it. So, when he cums, he shoots blanks. She said it’s impossible for him to have kids unless he has surgery. He was born like that.”
“But what about Brandon? And ain’t his ex-bitch pregnant for him?” Bo asked.
I nodded. “It’s not his.”
“Holy shit. She been lying to him for seven plus years! What a fuckin’ bitch! Then comin’ into your house talking all that shit when she put a baby on him twice. That bitch needs to get dragged.”
“I’m not even worried about that hoe. I’m still pregnant, Bo,” I said, looking out the window.
“So, it’s Guwop’s?”
“He’s the only one I slept with outside of Greg. It has to be his,” I said in a small voice.
“Wow,” Bo said, shaking her head. “Listen, let’s just get to the house and get your things. We will figure out everything else later.”
“He’s gonna still be so pissed, but I just want to do this and get it over with,” I said.
“I feel you.”
We drove in silence for the next five minutes on the way to the house. When we got there, Greg’s car was parked half off the curb, half in the driveway, and the driver side door was open. It was like he’d rolled up and jumped out in a hurry.
“Here we go,” I said as I got out of Bo’s car.
She walked beside me up to the house, but as we approached the front door, I heard yelling inside.
“Greg, you got me fucked up. Brandon is your kid. What the fuck are you talking about?” I heard Summer yell.
I looked at Sade, and she rolled her eyes. This bitch was still in there lying. Pushing the door open, I walked into the house to the living room. Greg was standing by the couch with his fist clenched, and Summer was standing by the dining room table. The place looked a mess, like Greg had turned everything upside down. Pillows were on the floor and the couch was crooked. I had no idea what they had done in there before we arrived.
When I stepped in, Summer’s eyes went toward me.
“That’s the bitch you need to be mad at, not me. Who knows what niggas she been fucking with,” Summer screamed. “I don’t know who she been fucking with, but I wasn’t with no other nigga. My kids are your kids.”
“Bitch, shut up!” Greg yelled. “Did you hear shit I just said? You with the lies, and I’m sic
k of your shit. The doctor said it’s impossible. I’m-poss-i-ble. Meaning unless Jesus came off the fucking cross and fixed my shit, you couldn’t be pregnant for me. For the last seven years, I been taking care of that boy since you told me that he was mine. You know you was fucking another nigga, Summer. Cut that shit out before I strangle your ass.”
“Greg, this don’t even make sense. This baby I’m pregnant with now is yours. It has to be. The only other person I fucked pulled out every time. There’s no way,” Summer said. “And as far as Brandon goes, that’s your son. Don’t come in here accusing me of cheating on you when we were together.”
I looked at her in disgust. I wasn’t about to get caught up in this drama. I just wanted my shit, so I could leave.
Making my way past them to go upstairs, I heard Greg’s voice behind me.
“Where the fuck you think you going? You don’t live here no more,” he yelled after me.
“She knows that, fool. That’s why she’s getting her stuff,” Bo snapped at him. I knew she was too happy to get some digs in on his sorry ass.
“She needs to get the fuck up out your house because she’s the liar,” Summer said from behind Greg.
Before I knew what was going on, Bo ran over and popped her in the face.
“Bitch, you worried about the wrong one. You a whole ass liar. Worry about the fact that for seven years, you lied to that man about your kid belonging to him. Keep my friend’s name out your mouth. Sade is done with both of you. She’s good. Keep your ass in the corner while we go get her shit and shut the fuck up.”
Summer didn’t say anything as she held on to her face, but she looked pissed. I looked over at Greg, who was just staring at me.
“I’m going to get my things and be gone before you even realize I was here,” I said, shaking my head and walking back toward the stairs.
“No, the fuck you not. You can start over and get up out my house,” Greg said. He walked up to me and pulled hard on my arm.
I looked down at his hand, and an overwhelming anger washed over me. I had loved this man for years of my life. Given him all of me, stood by his side when I probably shouldn’t have. I had played a wife when I was just a girlfriend and almost lost my best friend because of him. All the while, he would berate me and talk to me recklessly. He lied, cheated, and then put the blame on me without acknowledging his part.
Thinking about it, I never cheated. When I slept with Guwop, I had left Greg and was in bad place emotionally. I did nothing wrong, but here he was AGAIN calling me every name in the book and making me feel like I was the worst kind of human being. I had genuinely thought he was my child’s father. Genuinely. We’d been trying to get pregnant for over a year, so why wouldn’t I have?
He was about to crucify me when Summer was standing right behind him, who had not only lied to him twice, but was STILL lying to him and had lied to him for seven whole years. Her lies were worse because she had involved an innocent child in this. Brandon. But Greg was over here holding on to me like I was the daughter of the devil.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on me, Greg,” I angrily spat at him. “I’ve lived here for years. The two of us are done. We should have been done a long time ago, but I was dumb for staying with your ass, knowing that I deserved more. I deserve more than you! I never fucking cheated on you. We were broken up when I slept with someone else because. YOU CHEATED. You cheated, Greg. YOU cheated. Take that hate you have for me and direct that shit at Summer. She’s the one who lied to you and is still lying to you at this minute. But leave me the fuck alone. I’m going to get my things, and you’re not about to stop me. And if you EVER try me again or put your hands on me, I’m gonna make sure you’re buried under the jail. Don’t underestimate me, nigga. You’ve been doing that for too long. I’m getting my things.”
Greg looked at me, and I could tell he was surprised by what I said. I had never spoken back to him before, but I was done.
Bo walked over to us, and she had a smirk on her face. “Come on, sis. Ain’t nothin’ left to say down here,” she said, looking Greg up and down.
I walked up the stairs, and she followed close behind me.
“Bitch, yes!” she said when we got to the room. “I’m so proud of you,” she said, pulling me back and hugging me.
“I’m sick of him thinking he can talk to me any kind of way. Come on,” I said and walked toward the closet.
The good thing was, when I out the first time, I had taken a lot of my stuff to Bo’s house, which I hadn’t taken from her house when I moved back. So, there wasn’t a whole lot of stuff to get. I knew I had some shoes and clothes in the closet as well as some important documentation like my passport, some bank records, and other stuff. I grabbed all my stuff, and two bags later, I was going downstairs with Bo.
Halfway down the steps, I heard a scream.
“Now you want to admit that shit, Summer? I been asking you for the last twenty minutes, and now you want to tell me Brandon isn’t mine?!” Greg shouted.
I looked over at Bo with my eyes wide.
“Greg, stop! Let me go!” I heard Summer’s voice.
I ran down the stairs and saw Greg dragging Summer across the living room by her hair.
“Get out my house, Summer. I’m sick of you. You looked me in my face, talkin’ ’bout there’s no way, but now you wanna try to walk that shit back? Nah, bitch. You gon’ learn today. Get the fuck out,” Greg roared.
I watched him open the door and try to push her out.
She was screaming the whole time. “It was one time, and it was an accident! He was Marcus, my ex. Greg, stop! That hurts!”
“This ain’t got shit to do with me,” Bo said under her breath beside me as she walked toward the back door.
I looked back at Summer and Greg as she swung at him. She was screaming profanities as he pushed her out the front door. The sound of sirens in the distance made me jump up. I wasn’t trying to get caught in this house if cops were on the way, so I rushed out the back with Bo and cut around the side to the front. Bo jumped in her car, and I hopped in mine.
As I backed out the driveway and drove down the street, two cop cars rushed past us. I looked in the rearview mirror as they stopped in front of Greg’s townhouse. I hoped they arrested his ass. He was doing the most. They could take Summer in too as a matter of fact. I’d had enough of them both. She said her ex who she slept with was named Marcus, and my mind immediately went to City’s friend Marcus.
It would be crazy as all hell if it was the same person. Bo had told me how he had tried to push up on her a bunch of times, so I knew he was a whole hoe. That was a problem that didn’t involve me. All I was ready to do was live my life and worry about my baby. I knew that that included going to Guwop soon and letting him know the truth.
3
City
“Fuck!” I yelled and threw my phone down on the passenger seat.
I’d called Bo back to back six times, but she had me going straight to voicemail. This didn’t make sense to me. Gisselle had set me up. There was no other explanation for it. I didn’t know how she got in my house or how she even knew where I lived, but the fact that she had managed to get pictures and put shit in my bedroom had me madder than a motherfucker. It was bullshit, and I was hot. Part of me was mad at Bo for even believing that shit. But I probably would have believed the shit too if I was her. How do you ignore all that evidence? It was fucked up.
I dialed her again, but her voicemail came through for the seventh time. I shook my head; I didn’t know what I was about to do about this situation.
My pops was supposed to get out the hospital today, and that was the one good thing. I was on the way over there, so I could take him to the house and make sure he was good. That motherfucker Rigs was still ghost, but I knew it was because I’d had one of my boys fuck with him and throw a brick through his window. He couldn’t stay gone forever, though. I was gonna find him and his bitch ass mama.
I got to the hospital, and as I
made my way up to my father’s room, I frowned when I saw two nurses rushing in. My stomach dipped, and I started running too. All I could think about was that things had taken a turn for the worse. He was good yesterday. He was good! What the fuck was going on?
As I rushed into the room, I stopped in my tracks when I heard Mariah, his girlfriend.
“So, you woke up, and no one thought to call me!” she screamed. “Tu no me amas Michael. You don’t love me. Why nobody called me! But your ex, she here!” Mariah was crying and yelling, shouting at my mother who was standing beside Pops’ bed.
Pops was sitting up and trying to calm Mariah down with his one good hand.
“You need to lower your tone, girl,” my moms said and squinted at Mariah.
“Why she here, Michael?!” Mariah was yelling waving her hands. “Why?”
“Mariah, chill!” my father roared.
“Ma’am, we have to ask you to leave. You are getting the patient agitated,” the nurse said and reached out to move Mariah out the room.
“No, no. Don’t touch me!” she yelled, stepping away from the nurse.
“Woah, woah. Alright, chill,” I said to Mariah as I walked into the room. This was crazy, but it was sort of comedic at the same time.
“City, no. No. You don’t call. You don’t call. Michael is up, but you don’t call. But she is here. Why?” Mariah asked, looking from me to my father and back to me.
“I’m sorry, Mariah. I should have called you. My bad. It was a lot of shit going on, and he woke up out the blue. I didn’t know. But you know now, and they ’bout to discharge him,” I said and reached for her arm.
She looked over at my dad, and I could see the hurt and anger in her eyes. I felt sort of bad for her. She’d been riding with my dad for a minute. I don’t think he ever called her his girl, but she might as well have been. So, she must feel like shit to know that he was awake, and no one even let her know. On top of that, she had to see my moms there. Probably was the same way Rigs’ bitch ass mama felt.
“Mariah, please. Calm down. I’m coming home today,” Pops said.