Baby Mama From Hell

by Rikenya Hunter

  Baby Mama

  From Hell

  Rikenya Hunter

  ~Synopsis~

  Fifteen-year-old Kimora had a great, stress-free life until her parents divorced. After the divorce, her father relocated from Jacksonville to Miami for work. Kimora’s world drastically turned upside down. Even though her father was still a part of her life, she missed him terribly. She was forced to grow up quickly and care for her ten-year-old brother, Kennard, while her mother celebrated her newfound freedom, by running the streets and neglecting her children for men and money. Thankfully, her best friend, Gabriela, was there to pick up the pieces and keep her sane.

  Neron Lopez was the jock and class clown of ninth grade, and Kimora despised him. It wasn’t until she was compelled to work with him for a school project that she began to see a different side of him. Neron and Kimora quickly became an item and were inseparable. He dreamed of marrying Kimora after high school, but his dream was crushed when an unexpected twist tore them apart.

  Neron tried to move on with his life and forget about Kimora, but a drunken one-night stand at a party puts him on the path to fatherhood. He ultimately ends up with the baby mama from hell. Kimora and Neron can’t seem to stop thinking about each other and want to rekindle their relationship but, with a crazy baby mama, is that possible? Follow Neron and Kimora and see if they can find their way back to each other.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Rikenya Hunter.

  Published by Ambiance Books

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  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I give my praise and thanks to God for blessing me with this talent. I dedicate this book to my fiancé Jeremy and our daughters, Jayloni, and Janai Glaspie.

  Huge thank you to my Auntietay, Chantay Hunter. I cannot thank you enough for all the support, encouragement and love you’ve given me. I love you and appreciate you so much. To my parents Cornel and Robin, my siblings Asia and Desmond, I love you guys.

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  Chapter 1

  Kimora

  I sat there and watched my mom walk right out of the front door after I told her that I’d just gotten my first period. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel when I saw the blood on my panties. Hell, I didn’t know the first thing about using pads or tampons.

  I sat there on the sofa with a wad of tissue, sitting in my underwear, waiting for her to come back and do the things mothers do – like take me to the store for my first box of Tampax or Always. Maybe teach me how to clean myself properly during this time of my life, or even explain what was happening to my body. Instead, I bled well through the tissue without any inkling of what to do next. It was the most horrifying day of my life, and I couldn’t forget it even if I tried.

  I had heard some girls at school talking about periods and, from hearing their conversations, I was beyond scared and nervous to get mine. For a short time, I thought something was wrong with me because it seemed like I was the only female who hadn’t had their period yet and I was fifteen. I didn’t know if I would feel it.

  Would it hurt? Would I not know? Would it be agonizing pain?

  Yet, right in World History class, I get up to turn in my assignment and a boy named Neron Lopez blurted out, “Somebody’s on the rag!”

  I turned around and couldn’t believe that he was pointing directly at me! I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. A few of the kids belted in laughter while the color drained from my skin.

  “Alright class, settle down now and complete your assignments!” The substitute teacher kept repeating.

  The teacher tried to gain control of the class, but it was no use. He was a substitute teacher and nobody respected or listened to a sub. At that moment, I wished I could turn myself invisible or rewind the clock. I darted out the classroom and ran straight towards the restroom. I had so many questions since my mother never even talked to me about periods. My head was spinning with thoughts about what was going on with my body.

  My hands were trembling as I pulled my cell phone from out of my pocket and dialed my mother’s number. I prayed silently to God that she would answer and pick me up early from school. I called once, no answer. I called twice, still no answer. I called three times and it just rung. I had to call her four times for her to answer the dang phone finally.

  “What!” My mom barked into the phone.

  “I um---well I um…”

  “Spit it out Kimora!”

  “My period came on today and it um---it came on in class. My pants are ruined.”

  After cursing under her breath and swearing a few times, she finally agreed to come and get me. I took off my blue jacket and tied it around my waist, hiding the bloodstain on my denim jeans. I leaned against the foul smelling restroom stall door, waiting patiently for my mother as I fought back tears that were trying to welcome themselves on my face. I wasn’t about to go back to class.

  Hell no!

  After waiting over an hour, she finally called me and said that she was in the parking lot. She told me she wasn’t going to sign me out of school and, if I wanted to leave, I needed to bring my ass. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I walked right off the school grounds and hopped into my mother’s car.

  The entire ride was awkward because she didn’t even say a word to me. She just turned up the volume on a gospel CD that she kept in the car. She was such a hypocrite. I couldn’t stand it. I crossed my arms over my chest and exhaled. I was still so embarrassed and scared that I didn’t know how to start the conversation and ask her about questions pertaining to having my first period.

  My mom hadn’t always been this way. She used to be a loving, sweet and attentive person. There were times we would have our girl’s day, which consisted of us getting manicures, pedicures, going shopping, and going to lunch. It all changed when my parents divorced. When I was around nine years old, my mom left my dad for a married man!

  It was a hard transition going from a loving two-parent home to babysitting my baby brother and being left home alone. I went from seeing my parents kissing and in love to arguing twenty-four seven. There were days I would cry myself to sleep because my parents stayed up arguing all night. The divorce was nasty. My mom became this person I didn’t even recognize. She was never around.

  Since she was always gone, I learned how to cook and clean. I became a master at cooking by the age of thirteen. I could throw down like The Neely’s on F
ood Network. It was a lot on me though – trying to tend to my brother, the house duties, school, and homework. It was like I was being punished because her marriage failed. Now, here I was fifteen years old, and I felt like I was the mother to my ten-year-old brother, Kennard.

  Don’t get me wrong. My daddy had always been around, and even after the divorce, he still was around, but when his job relocated him to Miami, I didn’t get to see him often. He paid my mother child support, but she didn’t spend the money on Kennard and me. So, my father started sending us money through the mail. He would call us a few days before the money arrived so we could beat our mother to the mailbox since she was hardly home. I would buy clothes and food for us, and we still would have some pocket money left over. Our daddy made sure we never went without.

  I sat on the sofa wrapped in my own thoughts when the sound of the front door slamming shut snapped me out of my trance. Tears fell from my eyes as the painful realization set in that my mother just walked out on me without asking a single question or showing any concern.

  I ran to the bathroom and fell to the floor. I cried like a newborn baby. The tears kept flowing and I couldn’t stop them. I decided to call my daddy. Kennard would be home from school soon, and I didn’t need him seeing me crying.

  I dialed my daddy’s number as the tears continued to pour from my eyes. Snot ran down my nose as I wiped it with my sleeve. He answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, baby girl,” said my daddy, Dewayne.

  “Daddy….Daddy I…I need you. I’m so upset, and I’m scared.”

  I couldn’t stop crying, and he probably couldn’t understand anything that I was saying.

  “Baby girl, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he asked, concern oozing from his voice.

  “I… I got my period, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” I cried out.

  I heard my Daddy sigh before he quickly did what he always did – cheer me up.

  “Kimora, baby, you don’t have to apologize. Stop crying. Your body is going through something that every female has to go through, especially if you choose to have your own kids one day.”

  “One day as in, when you’re forty years old and married,” he added as I softly chuckled at his joke.

  “I don’t know what to do. How do I stop it?”

  “Where’s your mother?” he interrupted.

  “I don’t know. She picked me up from school and dropped me home without saying anything to me.”

  I heard him let out another sigh, and I could imagine that he was rubbing his facial hair – A habit he always did when he was thinking.

  “Let me put Adrienne on the phone, and she can explain all this woman stuff.”

  Adrienne was my Dad’s girlfriend of one year. I’d never met her. In fact, I didn’t even know what she looked like or anything about her. However, I did know that she made my Daddy happy. He talked about her all the time and I could hear him sometimes smiling through the phone when he would mention anything about her.

  Adrienne got on the phone and explained everything to me about periods, as well as how to use pads and tampons. I looked under the bathroom sink cabinet and saw that we had some feminine products. Adrienne stayed on hold while I put her on speakerphone and she instructed me on how to insert a tampon. It was easier than I thought. She was a lifesaver. Then, we briefly talked, and she told me she couldn’t wait to meet me. I told her likewise.

  “Hello,” my Daddy said after Adrienne had given him the phone back.

  “Hey Daddy, I feel so much better. I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “She can’t wait to meet you either. Baby, just hold tight and I promise I’ll be moving you and Kennard here with us in Miami. I’m working on taking your mom to court. I’m pretty positive that the judge will grant me full custody of you two.”

  A smile instantly spread across my face as I thought about moving to a different city and being with my Dad.

  We chatted for a few more minutes and said our goodbyes. My mood certainly shifted and I was feeling much better, especially after I popped two Tylenol pills for my cramps that were becoming annoying. I had a few hours to spare before Kennard came home, so I used that quiet time to drift off to sleep and take a catnap.

  Chapter 2

  Kimora

  As expected, I had to make us dinner. I stood in the kitchen going over Kennard’s homework while I made us turkey sandwiches with chips. I was dreading going back to school tomorrow. I knew my classmates weren’t going to forget the most horrendous moment of my life.

  “You got number three incorrect, bro,” I said as I handed my brother back his practice spelling test.

  He quickly erased his previous answer and tapped his pencil against the wooden kitchen table.

  I peeked in the fridge and saw that there was nothing to drink. I decided to make a fresh batch of grape Kool-Aid.

  “I think I got it right, sis,” said my brother as he held up his paper.

  I scanned the paper and congratulated him on spelling the word “increasingly” correct.

  After finishing his homework, we sat down, said grace, and ate dinner together. I told him how proud I was of him, and that daddy said things would be back to normal pretty soon. We weren’t even done with our homework when our mother, Sandra, walked through the door.

  Our mother was beautiful. She resembled Whitney Houston in the movie Waiting to Exhale. She exuded beauty with her natural jet-black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She always kept a fresh wrap. She was constantly dressed with designer labels, some I couldn’t even pronounce.

  I didn’t even acknowledge her, but Kennard did. He was such a Mama’s boy. He was still too young to understand what was going on around him.

  “Hey Mama,” Kennard proudly said as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

  “Hey Son, how’s my favorite little man?” she asked, rubbing the top of his head.

  “I’m fine. I just finished my homework.”

  “That’s what’s up, baby boy! Kimora, did you go over his homework?” I felt her eyes on me, but I refused to look at her.

  “Yes ma’am, I always do,” I replied without even looking up from my plate.

  “Good because I had me a long day and I’m tired. I’m going to take a shower. Kimora, make sure he’s tucked in bed before nine thirty.”

  I quickly rolled my eyes, making sure she didn’t catch me.

  “Do you hear me, little girl?” she yelled – so loud that I jumped.

  “Yes ma’am, I hear you,” I responded, still keeping my eyes on my plate.

  “Good. Don’t think you grown just because you got your period.”

  I didn’t even give her a reply. I knew it was best to keep my mouth shut. Mama took the hint and turned on her heels.

  “Love you, Mama,” Kennard blurted out as she walked out of the kitchen, not even bothering to reply even though I knew she heard him.

  After making sure my brother laid out his school clothes, showered, and was in bed, I retreated to the kitchen to do the dishes we used. Mama was in the kitchen when I walked in eating a bowl of ice cream. I didn’t even speak to her.

  “Uh hum,” my Mom said, clearing her throat.

  I turned, making eye contact with her as I continued to wash a plate.

  “Your Daddy called me going off. What chu go calling him for? He’s threatening to take me to court. You’re running to him saying that I’m not there for you and Kennard and that I’m never home. Why in the hell are you telling him my business? What goes on in this house, stays in this house? All your Daddy wants to do is run and ruin my life. You must want him to take you and Kennard from me, huh?”

  “Hell yeah,” was what I wanted to say, but I knew better than to talk back. I wasn’t crazy.

  “Mom, my period came today. I didn’t know what to do or who else to call,” I softly said as I placed a plate on the dish rack to dry.

  “Are you kidding me, Kimora? You call your Daddy for a punk ass period? What’s to know? You can get pregnant now. W
ear a pad or tampon. That’s it!” My mom took a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth as she shook her head.

  “Daddy’s girlfriend already explained everything thoroughly to me.”

  My mom quickly gave me the side eye and sucked her teeth. Good thing Adrienne talked to me and gave me the run down on periods, and even touched the topic of sex lightly.

  “Oh, she did, huh? Kimora, why in the hell didn’t you come to me and ask me what you wanted to know?” My mother questioned.

  She slipped the used bowl into the sink for me to wash.

  “I didn’t know how to approach you. You didn’t even ask me if I was okay. You just picked me up from school, dropped me home and left.”

  A single tear slid down my cheek but, before I could wipe it away, my face was met with a slap. I dropped the plate and it shattered into pieces on the linoleum tile floor.

  I grabbed my face in utter shock and disbelief.

  “Wha…what did I do?” I stuttered still holding my cheek, which was now throbbing.

  “I didn’t have to pick your smart ass up from school at all. You’re lucky I did. I’m the parent. You’re still a child. Don’t let this period think you’re a grown woman now! I should just let your Daddy take y’all asses from me!”

  She stormed out of the kitchen and slammed her bedroom door so loud that it sounded as if the house shook.

  I stood there astonished that she had put hands on me. She had never done that! After standing there for a few more minutes and collecting myself, I decided to clean up the shattered plate and finish washing the remaining dishes. I really hoped Daddy got custody of Kennard and me soon. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

  *

  I woke up the next morning and showered. I didn’t want to go to class and face all the stares and maybe whispers from the kids in my class. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.